【You have never heard such an unreasonable request before, but considering your self-perception as a well-educated paragon of morality in the Immortal World, you decisively complied.】
【The Human Emperor Banner devoured the demonic soul, the Earth Emperor Cauldron refined the demonic body, and the Heavenly Emperor Divine Mirror guarded the mind to prevent any counterattack. In this way, a Golden Core True Practitioner was perfectly absorbed by you. Yet strangely, you found no Golden Core inside him.】
【After completing all this, you used the name of the Nine Nether Sect to obtain the Heavenly Spirit Ten Thousand Souls Divine Marrow from the Formation Center. Then, disguising yourself, you began searching the city. Soon enough, you found your target.】
“Hu hu~”
Su Xiaohei leaned weakly against the wall, gripping his spear into the ground to support his staggering body.
He was covered in blood, surrounded by broken corpses of demonic cultivators lying in disarray like a battlefield of Asuras.
He downed pill after pill like they were free, yet bitterness gnawed at his heart.
As the leader, he had taken his junior brothers and sisters down the mountain for training. By chance, they discovered an elder’s cave and went to explore it.
Unexpectedly, several demonic cultivators ambushed them halfway, scattering the group, severing all contact.
He barely escaped a deadly chase, using a talisman he found to teleport away.
But no sooner had he escaped the tiger’s mouth than he fell into the wolf’s den.
The only option left was to kill, kill, kill!!!
“Found you.”
A ghostly feminine voice whispered eerily from behind Su Xiaohei.
Without hesitation, his spear darted back like a venomous snake, thrusting toward the source of the voice!
“Traitor, see who I am.”
A sharp, bone-deep pain struck his back, jolting Su Xiaohei.
He spun around to see a familiar peachwood whip and a fair-skinned beauty in plain robes holding a mysterious dark banner.
The beauty’s face was indifferent, and on her forehead, a purple-green vertical pupil slightly opened, radiating an inscrutable aura.
“Disciple pays respects to Master!”
Su Xiaohei immediately half-kneeled, bowing respectfully.
Yet in his heart, he wondered why Su Bai had suddenly appeared here and what the strange black banner in her hand meant.
【You noticed the confusion on your disciple’s face but offered no explanation.
You grabbed her and transformed into a fleeing light, vanishing into the horizon.】
【No other reason—according to last life’s simulation, soon a Nascent Soul True Monarch would come with several Golden Core True Practitioners to reinforce.
You don’t want the Immortal Alliance to strike with full force!】
【You spent several days bringing your disciple back to the sect.
Along the way, you used the Seventh Heresy of the Outer Dao: Heaven Has Eyes repeatedly to verify that no trace of possession existed.】
【Now, two pieces of news stand before you—one good, one bad.】
【Good news: Your disciple has not been possessed by any lingering old ghost souls nor undergone soul fusion.】
【Bad news: If not possessed, then last life’s taming of you into a soft, fluffy ball was simply his true nature.】
【To nip potential trouble in the bud, you deepened the lesson of reverence and hierarchy using both your fists and the peachwood whip once more.】
【You knew this rod-and-firm-discipline education might leave some childhood scars, but you also understood that without it, your own backside would suffer even worse harm.】
【Even the slightest thought of rebellion against the master must be crushed at its cradle.】
【Meanwhile, per information gathered last life, at your request, Su Xiaohei revealed his hidden resources to you.】
“Dominating the five domains, roaming the world at will.”
“Tsk~ interesting.”
At Qingyang Peak, Su Bai toyed with an unremarkable black stone in her hand, her gaze resting on a purple-golden talisman.
The talisman was entirely made of jade, crystal clear, inscribed with a blood-red rune emitting an ancient, timeworn aura—as if it had witnessed the world’s changes through the ages.
It was—the Instantaneous Heaven and Earth Talisman.
Last life, Su Xiaohei, under the alias Zhou Xuan, used this talisman to traverse the five domains, stirring storms and gathering vast resources, ultimately becoming a formidable hero.
“I wonder how that little bastard restored this talisman. Could he really be the prodigy of our era?”
Su Bai inexplicably thought of last life—Su Xiaohei’s endless ‘march forward!’
The Three Mountain Sect was renamed Xuantian Immortal Gate under his hands and expanded into an immortal city—all managed by him.
Alchemy? He excelled.
Refining instruments? He mastered it.
Talisman crafting? Peak level.
Formations? Equally supreme.
In short, there seemed to be nothing he wasn’t good at.
Even the dual cultivation of love and pleasure, he could occasionally concoct some strange devices—like the Ecstasy Needle, Electric Stone, and Ten Thousand Times Sensitivity Pill.
If Su Bai’s mental fortitude wasn’t so strong, she might have succumbed to this happiness and turned into a submissive female canine at a man’s feet.
Suddenly, Su Bai seemed to recall something.
The purple-green vertical pupil on her forehead opened wide as she stared at the black stone.
Within it stood a strange prison, as if an ancient, mysterious existence, radiating an eerie and archaic aura.
Inside the prison was chaos, endless mist swirling.
Deep in the mist, countless figures appeared faintly, each different—some hunched, some sharp-eyed, others blurry.
“Eh~ little girl~ your eyes are interesting~~”
“Huh? I’ve been seen, that’s a first.”
“Little girl, this is a great opportunity. Quickly fuse the black stone into your spirit sea, and from now on, you will be our warden!”
……
At night, dragging his battered, icy-cold body back to the cave, the bloody whip marks on his back silently screamed in agony, painfully vivid.
Su Xiaohei numbly swallowed several Fasting Pills, then leaned against the cold wall of the cave.
With great effort, he added a few more white scars to the already scarred wall.
“How are you?”
A shadowy figure of a man dressed in a white robe embroidered with gold and wearing a bronze mask sat quietly beside Su Xiaohei.
“Very painful.”
Tears silently streamed down Su Xiaohei’s cheeks.
He bit his lip, enduring the pain, murmuring softly.
“Shu Ling, I don’t understand.
Master raised me, yet why does she treat me like this?
If she didn’t like me, wouldn’t it have been better to just leave me to starve when she found me?”
“She is my master, the one who raised me. I owe her gratitude.
But she beats and scolds me, sometimes without reason, and I hate her for it.”
“Shu Ling, what do you think I should do?”
“Kill her?” Shu Ling tilted her head slightly.
“No!”
Su Xiaohei clenched his fingers so tightly that his fingertips dug into his palms, bleeding.
Through gritted teeth, like a rebellious youth, he whispered,
“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.”
“Hmm, remember what you just said.
Soon, a major event will unfold within the Three Mountain Sect.
Follow my instructions carefully.”