Chapter 133: The Unspoken Rules of the Immortal Realm

"The Deaf Elder is willing to go through fire and water for the Valley Master, and will not hesitate to the end!" The Deaf Elder appeared, successfully crossing his final Immortal King tribulation and inner knot just as the Valley Master manifested!

At this moment, he mastered the most mysterious Law of Tremor within space, also known as the Power of Hearing. He could hear all things in existence, provided they were within a certain distance.

He could even hear the dull sounds from deep space, resembling breaths blowing toward this place.

"Black-White Zhang, you have assisted me for many years, keeping the entire Hundred Flowers Valley safe from the lingering formations of Piaoyi. Truly, you have rendered great service. However, your two children really need discipline. As punishment, send them to the mortal small world to undergo trials."

With a wave of the Hundred Flowers Valley Master's hand, a spatial rift was torn open. Protected by the immortal artifacts contributed by Black-White Zhang, not only were Bing Heng and Pan Fei punished and cast down, but more than thirty Great Immortals and three Mystic Immortals were also hurled into the spatial countercurrent.

With their weak cultivation, even if they managed to reach the small world safely, their cultivation realm would plummet below the Concentration Stage. As for whether they could ever re-enter the Third Immortal World in the future, it no longer mattered.

The Eastern Lake Legend, still shaken with lingering fear, was just about to speak when Falling Flower Dance said, "You bear no major fault; it is simply that ascending to the Mystic Immortal realm requires clarity of mind and heart. This is an unwritten rule of the Immortal World."

Just as her voice fell, having just finished her lighthearted banter with Wuyun, she suddenly launched a backhand attack against him.

Attacking as she spoke, she said, "Yaguang, Yabang, and the many elders whose souls have been invaded by evil demons—this cannot be forgiven."

Wuyun was beaten with no room for counterattack. The Valley Master seemed to know all of Wuyun's weaknesses; every single move was soft and seemingly powerless, yet it sealed the space entirely, making it impossible for him to escape.

Slap!

Wuyun's hands danced wildly with the Resentment-Feared Immortal Sword, taking two direct strikes to his chest and coughing up three mouthfuls of black blood that caused dark malevolent Qi to surge haphazardly around him. Just as a third palm strike split space apart, intending to cast Wuyun down to the mortal world, Hantu moved, blocking the front and taking the blow head-on.

"Emperor Hantu!"

"I am merely a black unicorn fairy steed!"

Falling Flower Dance pressed her lips together, hesitating as if trying to decide something, when Hantu added, "You cannot kill him; my emperor bone is hidden within his chest, and I fear you might snap it and shatter it away. How about I take it back before you continue beating him?"

Without waiting for her consent, Hantu blurted out quickly, "Give it back to me! This bone cannot take a beating!"

Despite his extreme reluctance, Wuyun dug a crystalline jade bone out from his chest, resembling a small hand bone, and said longingly, "I was originally going to give this to Yueqi as a toy. On second thought, I suppose I should return it to you."

Hantu accepted this section of bone, only to realize something was amiss because he could no longer sense the other emperor bones within Wuyun's chest.

Just as he was about to fly into a rage, Wuyun said, "I hope you will hand this piece of emperor bone over to Hantu's reincarnated vessel. You understand."

Instantly, Hantu deflated like a punctured ball, swaggering boastfully over to Long Yi to show off.

Before she could strike again, Wuyun brandished the Resentment-Feared Immortal Sword, completely enshrouding himself within it as he advised, "I see your inner nature is quite good. How about you be my handmaiden for a few days, and you..."

Before he could finish, the attack arrived once more. This strike reached the unimaginable level of an Immortal Emperor's blow, and no matter how much Wuyun magnified his sword a ten-thousand-fold, he could not resist the incoming power of the Law.

With a resounding *gong*, the Resentment-Feared Immortal Sword was actually snatched away and taken into the hands of the Hundred Flowers Valley Master. Although this immortal sword had endured numerous trials, dropping from the second grade down to the lowest tier, it still hovered near the second grade.

Even if Wuyun had to sacrifice his precious Jade Coffin to keep it, he must have had a special reason for doing so.

Falling Flower Dance stared blankly at the Resentment-Feared Immortal Sword. Shortly after, the phantom of True Person Daoshan arrived, uttering that this sword was the blade of the Emperor Serpent before being abruptly blasted apart by a sudden tribulation thunder.

"You possess the Emperor Serpent's sword? Throughout the entire Immortal World, she is the only one who attained the status of an Immortal Emperor in the form of a serpent, hence why she is called the Emperor Serpent. I once crossed paths with her briefly and traded some medicinal pills. Never did I imagine you would also be entangled with her."

Wuyun hastily denied it, saying, "I am completely innocent with regard to the Emperor Serpent; it is not as you think. She merely wanted to invite me to Serpent King Immortal Mountain for a cup of tea."

Falling Flower Dance shook her head, shaking it continuously as she murmured, "My master once told me never to have any dealings with her, yet alas, it has come to pass. Could this be the Emperor Tribulation on the path to becoming an Emperor?"

***

With a wave of her sword, she stabbed it down into the valley below, and was just about to resume her attack when Wuyun raised a hand in a restraining gesture, pointing toward the sky and shouting, "It's time to clear the field!"

Falling Flower Dance paused. Directing her spiritual sense outward, she saw the elders and disciples retreating in succession. Then, the immortal pavilion in her hand was raised, growing larger as it ascended high into the stratosphere where the fierce winds blew.

This was in preparation; the moment she wished to leave, she would tear open space and depart.

Even the injured Immortal Kings, the various Valley Masters, and other external factions who had arrived to observe hastily followed suit, preparing themselves against unforeseen contingencies.

They all knew that Falling Flower possessed immense benevolent medical ethics, having saved numerous Immortal Emperors and Immortal Kings. She would not conceal things; surely, a major event was about to occur.

Could it be that the Piaoyi Immortal Sect still had survivors remaining?

They heard Eastern Yin Gonggong howling wildly, facing the skies and deep space as if he had a powerful backer hidden out there.

Deep space was pitch black, obscuring the stars. If one's spiritual sense was extremely powerful, reaching the Mystic Immortal realm, one could sense a faint, almost imperceptible pressure slowly forming.

When this pressure coalesced into a spatial tunnel, the surrounding darkness vanished entirely, and a figure slowly descended from the stratospheric fierce winds.

This figure moved with extreme speed, like a ray of light tearing open a spatial channel, faster than light itself.

Wuyun glanced at the Hundred Flowers Valley Master, who remained utterly calm and unfazed. Once the figure descended into the empty air, a blurred silhouette appeared.

His shadow was not blurry, yet when anyone below the Mystic Immortal realm looked upon his face, it appeared as a hazy blur.

Wuyun looked at the gloomy, long-faced immortal before him and teased, "What is this? Have you dug up enough emperor bones and tombs, and now you want to target the living?"

The long-faced immortal did not grow angry. With a flick of his sleeve toward Wuyun, he blew him tumbling thirty to fifty meters backward, sending him rolling several times.

This marked the third time since Luoda's recent display of wretchedness.

The Valley Master of Hundred Flowers greeted him with a smiling face, saying, "Heaven-Piercing Immortal Emperor, aren't you the Supreme First Elder of the Yin God Sect? What brings you to this desolate bird's-nest of a place belonging to your little sister? Have your eyes caught sight of something? If you like it, just say the word and take it all!"

The Valley Master smiled warmly as she welcomed her guest, and a teacup materialized in the air, immortal liquid slowly overflowing from within as a soul-shaking fragrance drifted out.

"This is my meticulously crafted Hundred Valleys Immortal Soul Tea, cultivated using a thousand varieties of ten-thousand-year-grade immortal herbs and grasses. Even Immortal Emperors find it unforgettable after tasting it."

The other nodded indifferently and said, "I know. This tea is sold throughout the entire Immortal World at a lavish price."

Changing the subject, he continued, "I did not come here to drink tea. At the level of Immortal Emperors, every expenditure is an astronomical figure. You said I could freely take everything in Hundred Flowers Valley; well then, can I take this person called Family Has Guest?"

The Hundred Flowers Valley Master smiled faintly, a smile laden with myriad charms that even caused Yueqi to widen her eyes in a stare.

Long Yi forgot to cover the child's eyes, while Elder Xiong found immortals uninteresting and moved to shield the boy's face. The moment he covered it, however, Yueqi burst into wailing tears.

The peace was broken as the Hundred Flowers Valley Master spoke, "Truthfully, had you arrived a little earlier, before this disciple rebelled, agreeing to your request would have been harmless. But now, he has departed the sect of his own accord, becoming the sect master of the Piaoyi Immortal Sect, standing as an equal to you and me. He no longer belongs to Hundred Flowers Valley, so perhaps the Immortal Emperor should simply ask him directly."

The Heaven-Piercing Immortal Emperor frowned. It wasn't that he didn't want to ask, but rather that Hantu's final emperor soul warning, coupled with Wuyun's carefree and lighthearted demeanor, made him wary.

Why would a few insignificant bugs, easily crushed to death, cause him to feel a sense of apprehension?

Yet an Immortal Emperor's intuition stirred the heavens and earth; this apprehension represented a variable. Once he used force, the consequences would be unpredictable.

It was equivalent to doing nothing and remaining safe. If he acted, life and death would be uncertain!

Suppressing this sensation and recalling his mission, the Heaven-Piercing Immortal Emperor cast a glance at Wuyun, and countless formations surged directly into Wuyun's body.

With merely a late Mystic Immortal cultivation realm, he could glare a legion of them to death.

He wanted to test Wuyun's limit.

Ambushed thus by the Heaven-Piercing Immortal Emperor with no one able to intervene, countless formations emerged from within Wuyun's body. The immortal physique he took such pride in, which incorporated all kinds of malignant energy and extreme forces, disintegrated under that single stare.

Instantly, like a punctured ball, he plummeted from a Mystic Immortal down to a Great Immortal.

The Heaven-Piercing Immortal Emperor did not stop. His attack struck straight at the location of Wuyun's soul deep within his mind, where layer upon layer of restrictive seals resided. When he attempted a probing strike, a single flame flickered into view.

It was the refined Ten-fold True Fire!

This true fire burned away the layer-upon-layer of incoming attacking formations, revealing a tinted halo of light around Wuyun's soul that protected his most vital area.

"If you possessed the cultivation of the mid-to-late Immortal King stage, you could still fight me, and if you were outmatched, you could still retreat calmly. But in your current state, how can you possibly escape?"

The Heaven-Piercing Immortal Emperor pointed his finger several times, casting layers of seals down upon the shrinking Ten-fold True Fire, a wave of elation filling his heart. If this true fire were swallowed by the immortal fire within his own body, it could enhance his fire's attributes.

Even worse-case scenario, after nurturing it—much like forging an imperial weapon from a second-grade immortal artifact—upgrading it from a Ten-fold True Fire to a true immortal fire state would definitely command an exorbitant price.

Such a price would undoubtedly equal the entire net worth of a peak Immortal King or early-stage Immortal Emperor.

With the true fire trapped, the Heaven-Piercing Immortal Emperor unleashed a set of formations in an attempt to crack open Wuyun's soul.

Every immortal's soul came with restrictive seals, and no one willingly allowed themselves to be controlled. Thus, when outmatched, if one's spiritual sense and soul suffered an attack, they would choose self-destruction.

An Immortal Emperor's methods, however, bypassed this by racing against time, seizing absolute control before the opponent's restrictive seals could detonate.

Just like a lit firecracker; the very next second before it explodes, the body of the firecracker is pierced by a water jet, extinguishing the point of detonation.

The Heaven-Piercing Immortal Emperor wanted to try. He knew the consequences; attacking the soul was tantamount to absolute slaughter, yet he was unafraid, and the alliance behind him was unafraid.

Even so, he knew he was taking a risk and might pay a price.

Roars echoed outward from Wuyun's soul. Just as the attack was on the verge of breaching through, a layer of strange runes rose up, abruptly cutting off the entire process.

Across his entire body, a layer of mysterious power not belonging to this space surfaced, resembling a projection from some outer space cast backward onto Wuyun's physical form.

In essence, Wuyun was formed by the combination of these reflections.

The Heaven-Piercing Immortal Emperor had never encountered such a bizarre and unfathomable event; in all the various explorations he had undertaken, every mystery conformed to logic.

This situation did not.

Hantu stood to the side, stopping Rong Ya and Long Yi from rushing to help, and retreated back to the Resentment-Feared Immortal Sword on the ground. Summoning it up, he followed the other immortals and fled far away.

He even intercepted a spatial channel painstakingly opened by a Mystic Immortal using a formation disk, preparing to use the method employed by Hundred Flowers Valley and the others to escape should disaster strike.