Chapter 914: Stand tall with a straight back, holding your head high towards the sky

The place remained silent for a long time.

A mysterious smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Chen Xun's mouth. "Thank you, Friend Wangyou, for your guidance. If I do not fall, the Taiyi Ghost Gate shall not sink."

Rumble...

Suddenly, an ancient-like thunder resounded in the sky, shaking the heavens and earth, yet no lightning flashed.

Many cultivators' Dao hearts wavered as they looked on in confusion. What kind of filth is this?!

Inside the Yin-Yang Bamboo Grove.

Immortal Wangyou's eyes trembled slightly at the sound of the thunder, which echoed like a sigh of the heavenly dao or a warning from the great dao, reverberating endlessly in the sky.

The Dao Ancestor before him, even though his realm had fallen to the Qi cultivation phase, was filled with supreme confidence. The spirit of the Milky Way War was undiminished, his spine straight, head held high to the heavens!

He took a deep breath. Such a heroic figure, it would be strange if he had no backup plan, though he couldn't guess what it might be.

"Dao Ancestor, I understand your words now." Wangyou suddenly lowered his eyes, using a respectful tone. "Your old friends and disciples can come to the Taiyi Ghost Gate at any time to seal their souls."

"The cost will be borne entirely by the Taiyi Ghost Gate."

"Wangyou, what do you seek?"

"To observe the death energy of the heavens and earth," Wangyou spoke word by word, his gaze deep and profound. "The Immortal King Burial once fused the Life and Death Immortal Path, but that was only the death energy of living beings."

"If I wish to go further and break through the fifth tribulation of immortality, I must comprehend this path."

"Agreed."

Chen Xun agreed readily, without any hesitation. "Regarding the ten tribulations of immortality, Friend Wangyou, let's discuss it at Yuqing Palace."

Wangyou nodded indifferently, his emotions unreadable. This Dao Ancestor never carried any legacies, and he intended to leave behind a bond of passing on the Dao.

At this moment, Meng Sheng seemed struck by lightning, standing dumbfounded. The master of the Taiyi Ghost Gate... was actually a Five Tribulations Immortal. He had heard that the domineering Shi Rong Immortal was only a Three Tribulations Immortal.

And the elder had just become immortal, not even a One Tribulation Immortal, yet he could reverse and defeat the deeply rooted Three Tribulations Immortal!

He finally understood why the Boundless Myriad Clans compromised with the elder. It was too outrageous, an unprecedented feat.

According to the common knowledge of immortality, the higher the realm, the greater the gap, like the difference between the late-stage tribulation-crossing and the mid-stage, akin to the gap between the Qi cultivation phase and the Elemental Infant ancestor.

But this elder went against the norm. The higher his realm, the more imposing his presence, and Meng Sheng could never see through him.

Not to mention Meng Sheng, even Wangyou felt a lingering tension.

Although they were entangled by the essence of the great world, unable to unleash their full power, this Five Elements Dao Ancestor in the Qi cultivation phase standing before him... always seemed to have more cards to play, ready to rise and fight again.

This was someone who survived the annihilation of his immortal essence by the world-ending celestial thunder during the Great Ascension stage. He couldn't be killed. If he were a Boundless Myriad Clans immortal, he would also choose to wait for his lifespan to end.

Chen Xun had already taken the somewhat dazed Meng Sheng and walked into the distance.

Wangyou sat alone in meditation, out of tune with the surrounding atmosphere, not daring to let any juniors disturb him.

...

At the edge of the banquet, a chaotic battle was erupting.

"Fat Song! Can't you cultivate immortality? You're still sweating in a fight with Rengar of the same realm! Haha!"

Gu Lisheng's piercing laughter echoed in all directions. In the midst of the chaos, Little Chi bit down on Song Heng's head, leaving only a fat neck struggling.

Song Heng's expression was furious, cold sweat pouring down... He was even roaring internally, the power of myriad rules!

How could Master Dao withstand this?!

"Fatty, I heard you buried us and used it to take on a lot of funeral business. You're quite the businessman!"

Little Chi roared, pressing Song Heng hard to the ground with a paw, dust swirling around. The latter couldn't struggle free from his fiery claw, "Roar~~~ Why aren't you speaking?"

"Rengar, don't push me too far...!"

Song Heng was on the verge of madness, his eyes bursting with blood as he shouted explanations from the gaping maw, "When did Master Dao ever use the factory owner's fake death to drum up business? It was all Gu Chuiniu's idea!"

"Damn it, let Master Dao out!!"

"Hehe... roar roar." Little Chi had a look of having Song Heng in the palm of his hand, a sly gleam in his eyes. "Now you can't summon your ancestors for a grand battle, can you?"

Song Heng's fat body was constantly shaken in the air by Little Chi, still howling on the side, "Rengar, even if Master Dao owes you, the factory owner is here, many strong ones are here."

"I don't care about face, but my ancestors do!"

"How much do you owe?"

"Ten thousand mid-grade spirit stones!"

"Roar! Haha, deal."

Little Chi's eyes lit up, nodding quickly, and he directly threw Song Heng out, "Also, if you go scavenging in the immortal tombs, you must take me with you."

Song Heng sat on the ground, disheveled, still carrying the smell of Little Chi's saliva. His features were slightly twisted, his fat trembling in the wind.

He gritted his teeth, "Brother Dog, that Gu Chuiniu has been watching us make a fool of ourselves for so long, he might even have used an Image Stone. How can we let him stay?!"

Song Heng also started to fan the flames. If he was having a hard time, how could he let Gu Chuiniu have it easy?!

Gu Lisheng squinted slightly, his demeanor extremely noble, "Fatty, how dare you!"

"I..." Song Heng's eyes widened suddenly as several slightly cold gazes swept over.

He wanted to cry but had no tears. They all came from Trash Island, so how did he end up like this?!

Little Chi let out a low growl, looking at Gu Lisheng with some trepidation, "Fatty, this is Prince Gu... watch your words!"

This Gu Chuiniu was now someone even Brother Xun respected, how could he dare treat him as before, at least not until the people from the Ancient Immortal Court had all left.

"Alright, alright." Song Heng laughed in exasperation, lying limp on the ground, unmoving, "When you go to the immortal tombs, don't come begging Master Dao. I'll remember today's shame."

Gu Lisheng stood with his hands behind his back, letting out a cold snort, "Fatty, hand over the Image Stone, or don't force this prince to take action himself."

Hearing this, Song Heng's small, shrewd eyes began to dart around. This was evidence of him suppressing Gu Lisheng in the great tomb, how could he hand it over so easily?

Little Chi's heart tightened. He also had a lot of dirt on Gu Lisheng stored here, clearly a warning to himself...

"Song Heng, Young Master Gu."

Just as the three figures were each plotting to keep more dirt on the other, a gentle voice like jade came with the wind.

"Brother Xun!" Little Chi was a bit excited.

"Factory owner, you must stand up for this little Daoist!!" Song Heng immediately began to wail, almost rolling on the ground, "This Rengar is robbing me!"

"Hehe, Fishing Emperor, you've finally come." Gu Lisheng's demeanor was unmatched, his gaze fixed on the white-clad figure approaching slowly, "Today, we must have a battle. Last time, this prince was merely outwitted by you."

"Oh?"

Chen Xun wore a faint smile, looking at Song Heng and Gu Lisheng, "You two, back then in the Mengmu Sea Region, you sang in harmony, one building a tomb, the other mourning, ruining this Dao Ancestor's reputation and great fortune, causing all sorts of misfortunes."

"I once calculated, with the loss of fortune, the indirect loss over these years is at least several billion top-grade spirit stones, reasonable and justified!"

"But... we are our own people, this Dao Ancestor would never cheat you."

Chen Xun took out a small accounting booklet, his expression turning serious as he flipped through it page by page, his tone becoming exceptionally solemn, "Rounding up, at a discount, the debt is a million top-grade spirit stones."

Buzz!

Before the words fell, the ground within several miles trembled.

Song Heng and Gu Lisheng's faces changed dramatically, their eyes trembling, both looking at Chen Xun in disbelief...

A million! Top-grade spirit stones?!!