Chapter 103

And if he kills Lin Pingzhi and eradicates the Fuwei Escort Agency, he can restore himself to his original form.

This is the most fundamental reason Dongfang Bubai came here.

Lin Pingzhi's earlier performance merely stirred a slight interest in him.

This does not mean Lin Pingzhi can insult him at will.

After all, in Dongfang Bubai's eyes, Lin Pingzhi is merely an ant.

"Hmm…"

Suddenly, Dongfang Bubai's expression changed drastically.

"Who is it?" Dongfang Bubai shouted.

He reacted this way because he sensed an incredibly terrifying force appearing here.

In his memory, the Jiang Hu of the Proud World could not possibly possess such a terrifying force.

The Wu Lin of this era was completely weakened.

Even Heavenly Immortal experts were exceedingly rare—they were the true top-tier powerhouses in the martial world, just as Lin Pingzhi, if placed in the martial world, could also be called a top-tier powerhouse.

Yet this sudden, unknown force now exerted some pressure even on Dongfang Bubai.

"Taiji…"

A voice, as if rising from deep mountains, softly echoed.

A black-and-white Taiji diagram descended from above, landing precisely where the red light was rushing toward Lin Pingzhi.

"Ding…"

A crisp sound rang out; the red light was instantly immobilized, and as time passed, the red light vanished—the embroidery needle, as if drained of power, fell to the ground.

At this moment, the embroidery needle could be seen twisted beyond recognition.

Know that the embroidery needle contained Dongfang Bubai's power; without shattering Dongfang Bubai's power, it was impossible to affect the needle at all.

The current state of the embroidery needle means that the Taiji force just now had already shattered the needle's power.

Dongfang Bubai paid no heed to this.

His gaze turned toward the empty air, where a figure slowly descended from the sky.

From the Taiji's display—or perhaps Lin Pingzhi's power originated from this person.

As for Lin Pingzhi, that could wait.

As long as he eliminated this sudden enemy, Lin Pingzhi meant nothing.

At this moment, Dongfang Bubai stared at the figure descending from the sky—the figure wore a Daoist robe, his hair and beard entirely white, radiating a natural, primordial Daoist aura.

That was naturally the transformation in temperament after Zhang Sanfeng broke through to the Land Immortal realm.

The Land Immortal realm had already touched the power of immortals and gods.

It differed fundamentally from ordinary Wu Lin experts.

"Elder, thank you for saving me. If you had arrived a moment later, I would have been finished," Lin Pingzhi said, still shaken with gratitude.

"It's nothing—just a casual act. After all, you cultivated my Taiji Sword," Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand.

"You are the powerful one who gave Lin Pingzhi this strength," Dongfang Bubai breathed deeply, his eyes gleaming with a faint light.

For this sudden, unknown powerful figure, Dongfang Bubai also felt great caution.

Not long ago,

he had broken through to the Land Immortal realm due to the reward he received for completing his mission.

This realm, in the Wu Xia World, was nearly impossible to oppose—whether in the Proud World or even in previous eras.

Thus, Dongfang Bubai was confident in his strength—he would surely be invincible under heaven.

But now, this sudden, unknown powerful figure made him harbor a trace of doubt about the Proud World.

Or rather, the world in his memory was merely written information.

The entire world's hidden secrets naturally could not be included in it.

And this sudden old man, from the aura he emitted, seemed also to be at the Land Immortal level.

This was utterly incredible.

"Gave Pingzhi this strength?" Zhang Sanfeng chuckled and shook his head. "I don't even have such a method to make Pingzhi reach such strength."

Perhaps Zhang Sanfeng could force-grow someone.

But how could he compare to Luo Fu, who could make a cultivator grow without any side effects, even solidifying their foundation beyond measure?

He, Zhang Sanfeng, had gained immense benefits himself.

Thus he understood how astonishing the opportunities granted by the Group Master were.

If his strength were greater, the rewards then would likely be even greater.

For this, Zhang Sanfeng could only regret his insufficient strength.

Otherwise, his gains would not have been so limited.

Thinking of this, Zhang Sanfeng also felt a touch of regret.

"Not…?" Hearing this, Dongfang Bubai's pupils contracted sharply.

If this old Daoist, who might possess Land Immortal-level power, was not Lin Pingzhi's behind-the-scenes figure, then did an even stronger entity lie behind him?

Or perhaps this man's strength transcended even the Land Immortal realm?

Thinking of this, Dongfang Bubai's heart tightened slightly.

Originally, he believed killing Lin Pingzhi and restoring his male vigor would be simple.

But now, it seemed the matter might surpass his imagination.

"Who are you? And who is behind you?" Dongfang Bubai said slowly.

As a transmigrator, Dongfang Bubai wanted to know the old Daoist's true background.

"Who am I?" Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile, "This old Daoist Zhang Sanfeng. As for the great power behind me, that is not something you can know."

"Zhang Sanfeng." Dongfang Bubai's face was filled with horror. "Impossible. How could you still be alive?"

According to Dongfang Bubai's speculation, Zhang Sanfeng might have been a powerful figure of the martial world of the past, but by now, a full several hundred years had surely passed.

Even if Zhang Sanfeng were an Earthly Immortal, it would be impossible for him to live to be several hundred years old.