How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

However, Tulou did not rejuvenate; it remained a middle-aged man several hundred years old. It simply trembled in its throat, then suddenly opened its mouth with a "whoosh" and vomited out streams of black blood.

The bleeding was like a water pump, and fragments of internal organs were still faintly visible. It looks like the poison was working quite well... cough cough...

Yao Qingkong wasn't trying to harm him; this was actually helping him expel the toxins from his body. Without the toxins suppressing him, Tulou, who was already at the Nascent Soul stage, could heal himself and recover his health.

In the blink of an eye, the earthen building had produced several liters of blood, making people marvel at the cultivators' remarkable ability to generate blood.

Despite vomiting so much blood, from Yao Qingkong's perspective, the more blood Tulou vomited, the rosier his complexion became, and his vital energy gradually increased.

As the opponent continued to vomit blood, their momentum also increased. If they vomited a few more liters, they might just ascend to immortality on the spot. Unfortunately, they couldn't vomit...

After a long time, Tulou gradually recovered. Although his injuries were still serious, he was at least able to get up and sit on the ground.

Why did you spare my life?

Tulou looked up at Yao Qingkong with a grim expression and asked in a deep voice, "Are you trying to use me to achieve your ulterior motives?"

"what……"

Yao Qingkong raised an eyebrow, crossed his hands in front of his chest, closed his eyes, and revealed a compassionate smile, with a faint holy light appearing behind him.

"If I said that I am actually a soft-hearted saint who can't bear to see people suffer, would you believe me?"

"I don't believe you!"

Tulou retorted without hesitation, gritting his teeth.

"Ow..."

Yao Qingkong's smile vanished instantly. He opened his eyes, lowered his hand, and looked down at the Tulou with a blank expression: "Then it's alright."

After a pause, Yao Qingkong stared blankly at the Tulou with dead fish eyes.

"Hey, what happened to you? You've gotten into this state in just a few days, and you almost sent it again..."

It hasn't been that long since I saved you...

Sure enough, I told you that being a cultivator is a high-risk profession…

"What nonsense are you spouting? When did you ever save me? Last time it was clearly..."

Before Tulou could finish speaking, he suddenly froze, staring at the pair of dead fish eyes in front of him, his brain crashing again.

"Then, then, that, could it be..."

Tulou stammered, looking at the expressionless Yao Qingkong with disbelief: "Sect... Sect Master, Xiao Li?! No, no way?"

"uh-huh."

Yao Qingkong scoffed, "So you finally figured it out?"

"Could it be that……"

The Big Bang, the origin of the world, is directly reflected in the pupils of the Tulou, a reenactment of the earth, wind, water, and fire...

"Yes."

Yao Qingkong nodded slightly and smiled, "That's exactly what you think."

"how come……"

"That's a fact, and you have to try to accept it."

"But……"

"There's no 'but,' everything that exists has its reason."

"Ah this..."

A Star Wars battle begins in the pupils of the Tulou: planet-destroying cannons, two-dimensional foils, falling stars, and worlds shrinking...

"But, but why?!"

Tulou looked utterly bewildered: "Xiao Li, as the sect leader of the Five Elements Sect, you're actually the mastermind behind all this? What good does this do you?"

Yao Qingkong: "???"

Yao Qingkong: "..."

"What the hell..."

Yao Qingkong's forehead was covered in a string of tic-tac-toe symbols as he gritted his teeth and roared, "It's not what you think! Your idea is way too outrageous! What the hell am I the mastermind?!"

"Ah this..."

Tulou's dazed eyes began to dart around: "Isn't that what you said? 'Existence is its own justification'..."

Yao Qingkong: "..."

Yao Qingkong: "I'm stupid, okay?"

Tulou: "Sect Leader, it can't be that bad, it can't be that bad..."

After Waibibabu's explanation, although Tulou was still a little confused, at least the two sides were able to communicate normally.

"So, the one who insulted me was the former sect leader of the Medicine King Sect?"

Yao Qingkong pointed at himself, looking displeased.

"I was lying in the pavilion when I was suddenly scolded. What did I do to deserve this?!"

"Ah this..."

Tu Lou chuckled awkwardly and looked at Yao Qingkong somewhat uncomfortably: "Anyway, I still have to thank the sect leader for saving me, otherwise I'm afraid I would have died here today."

"Oh dear, you've already called me Sect Master, what can I say?"

Yao Qingkong looked at the airship in the distance, his face serious: "Hmm, that must be my construction team. Should we just capture them and take them back now..."

"Ah this..."

Tulou's lips twitched, but he still refrained from commenting on his sect leader's plot to kidnap his own disciples.

"that……"

Tulou chuckled and changed the subject, glancing at Yao Qingkong's deadpan eyes, but something still felt off.

"That's right, where did the original Yao Qingkong go? Did you... kill her?"

"Uh……"

Yao Qingkong's forehead creased with annoyance: "I just heard her cursing at me and wanted to come and see what was going on to beat her up or something. She's always talking about killing people... Do you think I'm such a petty girl?"

"Uh……"

Tulou was sweating profusely, offering no comment. To come running and beat someone up after being insulted from afar doesn't seem like the behavior of a magnanimous person…

*Ahem* Of course, this cannot be said. If it weren't for the fact that a certain sect leader is petty, he would be dead by now.

Well, so, Tulou says that being petty is good, beating someone is good, and scolding someone is... well, scolding someone is not good at all!

"Hey, I was talking about that Elder Tu..."

Yao Qingkong glanced at the Tulou, staring with dead fish eyes: "When you were talking to me just now, you were thinking bad things about me, weren't you?"

"Oh no, how could this be? Hahaha..."

"I can tell if this woman is cursing me, do you think I can tell if you're talking badly about me in your heart?"

"Yes, I said so!"

Tulou decisively changed its tune.

"Tsk tsk..."

Yao Qingkong (Hong Li) shook her head with a look of utter disillusionment, then looked at the two opposing consciousnesses battling within her soul.

One of them should be Yao Qingkong himself, while the other is a cloud of purple mist...

For some reason, when Hongli saw this cloud of mist, she inexplicably felt that she disliked it. That feeling... how should I put it?

It was as if she had encountered a natural enemy; as long as it was alive, Hong Li felt extremely unhappy! Very unhappy!

Hong Li briefly explained the situation to Elder Tu and then ordered a demonic shadow to take over Yao Qingkong's duties.

Hong Li, with a murderous look on her face, led a group of menacing demonic minions behind her as they charged toward the two opposing consciousnesses.

"You go."

Hong Li waved her hand expressionlessly, pointing forward: "Tear those two apart!"

That's right, she came to mediate the fight!

"Hiss..."

"Wow..."

"Gah..."

The numerous demonic shadows behind Hong Li, having received their orders, bared their fangs and claws, emitting various incomprehensible threatening sounds, and rushed towards the two streams of consciousness.

"Fellow Daoist, please help me!"

Yao Qingkong's consciousness exclaimed with delight, "Come with me to slay this demon! I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation afterward!"

"Hey! Where did this little blonde girl come from!"

The purple mist emitted a piercing sound: "I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, or you will bear the consequences! I am a terrifying opponent you cannot even imagine!"