Chopin moved slightly to Xiao Wenbing's side and said in a weak voice, "Brother Xiao, on the left is Mu Ling, the current sect leader of the Xuanji Sect, and on the right is Hua Yi, the number one expert in the Xuanji Sect's cultivation realm."
Xiao Wenbing nodded inwardly. Although these two people had good cultivation levels, both being at the top level of the Tribulation Transcending stage, in the eyes of Xiao Wenbing and the others, they were no different from Mu Xuanli.
Mu Lingdi's gaze swept around, and he immediately spotted Xiao Wenbing, who sat motionless with his large sword and golden horse. He barely suppressed his anger and asked, "Chopin, who is this...?"
Although he didn't take Chopin's cultivation level seriously, their master was an ascended immortal, so it was best not to offend him to death unless absolutely necessary.
Chopin was about to explain when he heard Xiao Wenbing laugh and say, "I only met them briefly, we were nodding acquaintances, that's all."
Mu Puyin nodded calmly, then suddenly smiled and said...
Since that's the case, it has nothing to do with the Xiao brothers.
"Exactly."
"Alright." Mu Purin burst into laughter, but before the laughter subsided, he had vanished.
Chopin was startled and looked closely. He saw that Mu Purin had already stood next to Mu Xuanli and snatched the sword from his hand. At the same time, he slapped Mu Xuanli, making him stagger. He roared, "Beast, are you crazy? What kind of suicide trick are you playing?"
Xiao Wenbing and Ji Xian were taken aback, but they were quite impressed by his skill in using feints and diversions. Moreover, this man was proficient in magic and his attacks were as fast as lightning. He truly lived up to his reputation as a sect leader.
However, no matter how intelligent he was, he never imagined that his son had been secretly tricked and turned into someone else's loyal servant.
Mu Puling sheathed his sword and turned to stare at Xiao Wenbing. He knew his son well; although the boy was a bit mischievous, he would never have the courage to commit suicide. So, someone must have been behind today's events. Fortunately, he was quick-witted and acted first, saving his son and avoiding the worst-case scenario of being blackmailed.
Unexpectedly, to his surprise, Xiao Wenbing not only showed no panic, but laughed even more happily.
Just as Mupurin was filled with astonishment, a sudden gust of wind swept behind him. He was greatly alarmed; who had managed to sneak up behind him without him noticing?
He lowered his head, a glint of light flashing in his hand, and was about to retaliate when he suddenly heard his old partner, Hua Yi, exclaim in surprise, "Xuan Li, what are you doing?"
Mupurin was startled and dodged far away in a flash. Looking back, he was so angry that his nose almost twisted out of shape.
It turned out that Mu Xuanli had somehow gotten hold of a stone bench and smashed it heavily against the back of his head.
The thought of what had just happened sent a chill down his spine. With his cultivation level, even if he had been hit by that stone bench, he would have been unharmed. But if he had retaliated, his son would have been doomed.
Although he was extremely angry at Mu Xuanli's blasphemous act, blood was thicker than water, and he couldn't bring himself to kill him. He pointed and softly uttered, "Freeze."
The immobilization technique was used with exquisite skill; the wooden figure's large stride was instantly and firmly fixed on the ground.
At this moment, Di Muxuanli raised the stone stool high in Laozi's direction, his face filled with shock and anger. Clearly, he was also very puzzled by his own actions.
Having finally escaped the situation of father and son fighting each other, Mu Puling turned around, convinced that his son's betrayal must have been instigated by someone, and the most suspicious person was the stranger in front of him who was watching the situation unfold.
He took a deep breath, about to ask a question, when he suddenly heard a gasp beside him. Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his head and saw stars.
Slowly turning halfway around, he saw that the stone stool that Mu Xuanli had been holding high was gone. Gravel was flying all around, and the weapon that had struck his head was now nowhere to be seen.
As for his beloved son, his mouth was agape, his face filled with astonishment. He stared at him as if waking from a dream, and whispered, "Dad, are you alright?"
Is everything alright?
Mupurin's eyes widened. Although the blow was definitely not light, enough to kill an ordinary person a hundred times over, it was nothing to him. Apart from a large bump on his head, he was not actually injured.
He gathered his energy in his dantian, just about to unleash the Lion's Roar technique, when suddenly a wave of dizziness washed over him, his eyes went blank, and he lay there stiffly. However, even as he lost consciousness, he still couldn't understand how the kid had broken free from the immobilization spell he had used.
"Father..." Mu Xuanli hurriedly hugged his father's body and wailed.
An unexpected change occurred, and chaos erupted on the field.
With a flash of black light, Hua Yi arrived beside Mu Xuanli like lightning, knocking him unconscious with a single tap. Being experienced, Hua Yi naturally sensed something was amiss. His eyes were fixed on Xiao Wenbing, while he grabbed Mu Puling and his son, attempting to leave quickly.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, he felt a sharp pain on his head, and a subtle, strange energy flowed into his brain, making him dizzy and disoriented. Before collapsing, he glanced sideways and saw that Mu Xuanli, whom he had knocked unconscious, had somehow stood up again, and his eyes were glazed over, as if he had not yet recovered from his unconscious state.
However, even though he was in a semi-conscious state, it didn't stop him from holding a millstone-sized boulder, half-raised in the air, lost in thought.
Following in the footsteps of his sect leader, Hua Yi also fainted. He couldn't understand when the boy had woken up, where the big stone in his hand had come from, or why he had been knocked unconscious by a stone.
He raised his head in a daze, looking at his fellow disciples with lingering interest.
The moment those people met his gaze, they felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. They let out a sudden shout, forgetting even the two important figures in the sect, and scattered like birds and beasts, disappearing without a trace.
Volume 7, Chapter 20: The Million Plan
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In the immortal realm, there are countless instances of the weak defeating the strong, and it is commonplace for a son to surpass his father.
However, it is extremely strange that a spoiled brat like Mu Xuanli could defeat Laozi, who was at the Tribulation Transcending stage. Although his skills had an element of sneak attack, the fact that he knocked out two experts with two stones is undeniable.
So when his gaze fell upon them, clearly intending to find the next victim, no one dared to stay any longer.
The blankness in his eyes vanished suddenly. Mu Xuanli looked at his two relatives above him with an incredulous expression. He blankly put down the large stone in his hand, raised his head, and saw the disdain in Xiao Wenbing and Ji Xian's eyes. He immediately understood. His body trembled. At this moment, he realized that everything about him had been inexplicably controlled by these two.
His only thought was that these two were definitely not insignificant figures at the Nascent Soul stage, but two complete and utter demons.
Only a few senior immortals in the sect could so easily knock out two experts at the Tribulation Transcending stage through his hands. Could it be that I have offended an immortal?
At the thought of this, his teeth started chattering, and suddenly, his eyes rolled back, and he promptly fainted.
Xiao Wenbing was taken aback. He glanced at the Chicken Fairy, only to see it shake its head slightly, indicating that it hadn't done anything wrong. He couldn't help but chuckle, never expecting that this kid would be so cowardly.
Chopin, on the contrary, exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Cho... what is he...?"
"He's reaping what he sowed," Xiao Wenbing said calmly. "His arrogant attempt to take Brother Chicken as a servant is nothing for you two to worry about."
Chopin and the others were taken aback, only then realizing the reason for Mu Xuanli's suffering. They were both amused and exasperated, wanting to smooth things over, but Xiao Wenbing remained unmoved by their kind words. Faced with the stubborn Xiao Wenbing, no matter how much they tried to persuade him, they still couldn't dissuade him from giving up his revenge.
Seeing that the Chicken Fairy had piled the three unconscious people on top of each other like a pile of garbage at the door, the two brothers had no choice but to give up.
Xiao Wenbing smiled slightly at the two of them. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that their master was from the same hometown as him, he wouldn't have treated them so kindly.
After the conversation came to an end, Xiao Wenbing asked, "Gentlemen, if we leave now, will the Xuanji Sect pose a threat to you?"
"No, Xuanji Sect is one of the major sects in Huangzhou City. Besides, our master is also an immortal, so there won't be any major problems," Xiao Bang said proudly. Being able to take an ascended immortal as a master is indeed a rare thing in Huangzhou City.
"Alright, in that case, I'm relieved." Giving the Chicken Fairy a wink, Xiao Wenbing stood up and said, "We'll be leaving now. Take care, both of you."
The Chicken Immortal released a wisp of immortal energy, grabbed Mu Xuanli and the other two, and prepared to leave with Xiao Wenbing.
"Brother Xiao, why are you in such a hurry?" Xiao Bang quickly tried to dissuade him.
“There are some things that are inconvenient to do in the city.” Xiao Wenbing smiled meaningfully and said, “If anyone from the Xuanji Sect asks about them, please tell them that we will wait for them for three days at the place where we first met. If no one claims these people within three days, then I will throw them into the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons.”
Ignoring the dumbfounded Chopin and his companion, Xiao Wenbing and the Chicken Immortal vanished in an instant.
"Big brother, what should we do?"
"Hmm, I think we've misjudged them. These two are definitely not cultivators who have just grasped the essence of Qi and reached the Nascent Soul stage."
"Is that so?"
“Yes, perhaps they…” Chopin paused, then said, “Never mind, we have to go to the Xuanji Sect.”
"Where are you going? What are you going there for?" Xiao De frowned, clearly not having a good impression of the Xuanji Sect.
Chopin said with a wry smile, "We must get his message across. If he really does throw the Xuanji Sect Master into the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons, we'll never have peace again."
Before the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons, Mu Xuanli and the other two remained unconscious. There were many spells that could temporarily render them unconscious, so Xiao Wenbing didn't need to bother with them.
Above the surrounding empty space, there were four faint, almost imperceptible auras. Upon arriving at this place, Xiao Wenbing could naturally recognize that these were the other four demon immortals sent down by Elder Yan.
However, his greatest asset was not these five demon immortals, but the illusory star realm hovering above his head.
Within the illusory realm, tens of thousands of experts are poised to strike. If all of them were to be released, the entire city of Huangzhou would be shaken. This is the real reason why Xiao Wenbing doesn't take a mere sect seriously.
Apart from Xiao Wenbing and his group, the vast majority of Earth Immortals are reclusive. In the eyes of these immortals, cultivation is their only enjoyment and goal in life.
Even among immortals who live in groups, their numbers wouldn't be too large. The few immortals left behind by the Xuanji Sect are merely sect elders and don't usually concern themselves with worldly affairs. Therefore, Xiao Wenbing was full of confidence, let alone the Xuanji Sect.
Even if all the immortals guarding Huangzhou City came together, they wouldn't be able to do anything to him.
Relaxing his mind and body, Xiao Wenbing sat in a comfortable rattan chair, sipping a cup of top-quality Longjing tea from the Earth. He sighed contentedly. If there weren't those ferocious beasts and the like threatening him in the Immortal Realm, wouldn't he be able to live a good life too?
Before ascending, knowing that there would be little chance of returning to Earth, Xiao Wenbing made exceptionally thorough preparations.
Of course, the more local specialties the better, and he even extorted all the top-grade tea that the government had allocated to the Tianyi Sect. Considering the five hundred Creation Pills, the Tianyi Sect Master didn't bother with further entanglement, except for a few bitter laughs.
Glancing at the Chicken Immortal beside him, Xiao Wenbing asked with utter boredom, "Brother Chicken, are you wondering why I'm causing trouble for the Xuanji Sect?"
The Chicken Immortal paused, thought for a moment, and cautiously said, "Fellow Immortal Xiao, you once said that upon arriving here, one should act discreetly, so today..."
Although Mu Xuanli had offended him greatly by saying he wanted to take the Chicken Fairy as a servant, he did not think that Xiao Wenbing did this purely to vent his anger.
Because no matter how narcissistic he was, he wouldn't believe that Xiao Wenbing would put the face of a rooster above the interests of everyone else.
"Hehe... I'm doing this to recruit a group of disciples."
"Um?"
"Precisely because we are newcomers and our foundation is unstable, we must do our best to expand our strength in order to counter the inevitable emergence of the Earthly Immortal Group in the future."
"Strength?" Chicken Immortal looked up at the sky. Although he couldn't see it with the naked eye, he could still vaguely sense the existence of the Starry Sky Illusionary Realm. Could it be that the strength of tens of thousands of immortals was not enough?
"Brother Chicken, here, tell me, how long would it take for a cultivator to pass through the Heavenly Tribulation through normal means?"
"Well..." The Chicken Immortal pondered for a moment, then said, "The spiritual energy here is abundant, making cultivation twice as effective with half the effort. For a skilled human, it would generally only take seven or eight hundred years to complete the training."
Xiao Wenbing nodded. In the lower realm, it usually takes about a thousand years for humans to comprehend the Qi and ascend to the immortal realm. Although the spiritual energy concentration here is ten times that of the lower realm, considering factors such as inner demons, seven or eight hundred years is not too slow.
The biggest advantage of the Immortal Realm over the Lower Realm is that it lowers the threshold for cultivation, allowing the number of people who can comprehend the Qi to increase a hundredfold. As for the speed of cultivation, it is not necessarily the faster the better. If one's foundation is not deep enough and one cannot survive the Heavenly Tribulation, then the faster one cultivates, the faster one will die.
Picking up his teacup and taking a small sip, Xiao Wenbing asked, "Brother Chicken, if I told you there's a way for ordinary people to reach the Immortal Realm within a hundred years, would you believe me?"
"What?" Chicken Immortal was shocked and jumped up from his chair with a whoosh. Even with his composure, he couldn't sit still.
Similarly, the four demon immortals who were hiding their whereabouts and the numerous immortals in the Starry Sky Illusionary Realm looked at each other in disbelief. This was simply too terrifying.
According to Xiao Wenbing's words, wouldn't that make the immortals worthless?
"What, you don't believe me?"
Xiao Wenbing's lips curled into a faint smile, but to Ji Xian, it seemed like a devilish sneer, sending a chill down her spine.
He nodded reluctantly and said, "This humble immortal wouldn't dare."
"Do you know how many years I've been cultivating the Tao?" Xiao Wenbing looked at him, his smile widening.
The Chicken Immortal was taken aback and said, "This humble immortal does not know."