I don't want to be trained by my senior sister!

"He possesses two laws."

The white-haired immortal sat upright on the palanquin, holding a jade slip in his hand.

But his gaze, through the beaded curtain of the palanquin, fell on the figure below, being pulled by chains, slowly walking toward the prison.

His voice was flat.

The disciple beside him was completely stunned.

"How... is this possible? How could a human possess two laws within one body? Let alone a demon beast that hasn't even managed to draw qi into its body?"

He simply couldn't understand it.

For a demonic beast struggling at the bottom of the Nine Heavens, being able to awaken a relatively powerful law is already considered extremely lucky.

These two laws?

This is simply unheard of.

The white-haired immortal put down the jade slip, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Earth-level sixteenth, Law of Destruction; Heaven-level fourth, Law of Space..."

"This is a true genius who has transcended all ages, even if he is just a demon beast."

So what if they're monsters?

In ancient times, various demon emperors roamed the world, and the human race was the weakest.

Later, the human race rose to power while the demon race declined, but the innate talent in their bloodline never disappeared.

A single spatial law is enough to make any holy land fight tooth and nail for it.

And that's not all; we still need to add a law of destruction...

The disciple also swallowed hard.

He never imagined that such a peerless genius could be hidden in this remote corner of the Nine Heavens.

"Then, Your Excellency," he bowed respectfully, "shall this disciple go and buy him?"

"No need."

The white-haired immortal shook his head.

"Just let him 'die.' I'll take the person with me."

He certainly wanted to buy it directly.

But his inexplicable purchase of a demonic beast would arouse suspicion in any sacred place.

Those old folks are all shrewd; they can sense something is wrong at the slightest sign of trouble.

When the time comes, all sides will be on the move, and his plan to secretly cultivate a top genius will be completely ruined.

Therefore, the only option is to let this demon "die" once first.

Without the knowledge of other holy lands, they nurtured a trump card that could sweep across all directions when the next First Heaven opens.

"Disciple understands."

The disciple bowed and withdrew.

.......

At the end of the corridor.

Fang Xuan was being pulled by chains as he passed through a stone gate.

Then, everything went blurry before my eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer in that dimly lit corridor.

All around was a void.

It was hazy and gray, with no end in sight and nothing at all.

He was alone.

And under your feet is a palm-sized stone slab.

Fang Xuan's pupils contracted slightly, and he instantly became alert.

It is a spatial artifact.

His spatial laws are very sensitive to these things.

Moreover, this is an extremely high-level spatial artifact, capable of instantly separating him from his original location and pulling him into another independent space.

He slightly moved his right hand, preparing to condense a cloud.

"Don't be afraid, there's no ill intent."

A voice came from behind.

Fang Xuan turned around.

A white-haired man was standing three steps behind him.

The man was dressed in a moon-white robe, with a refined and scholarly appearance, and a faint smile in his eyes.

His aura was completely concealed, and no fluctuations in cultivation could be seen, but the composure in his every move was something that ordinary people could not possess.

He spoke, his tone gentle: "My name is Lu Zheng, and people often call me Feng Ling Immortal Venerable."

.......

Immortal Venerable......

Fang Xuan's heart sank slightly.

He remained expressionless, simply watching the other person quietly.

Lu Zheng wasn't in a hurry; he just stared at him.

A moment later, Lu Zheng smiled.

"You're quite composed," he said. "Most monsters would be terrified and their legs would go weak if they were suddenly pulled into an unfamiliar space."

Fang Xuan didn't reply.

Lu Zheng didn't mind and continued, "I've been observing you for a long time, from your first beast fight to the one just now."

He paused, his gaze falling on Fang Xuan with great admiration.

"Two laws, one of destruction and one of space, and they are used so skillfully that it is not the level that a newly awakened demon beast should have."

Fang Xuan felt a slight tightening in his heart, already preparing for a desperate fight.

As expected, the battle just now exposed it.

He didn't want to use the laws of space, but that demon was too crazy; if he didn't use them, he would die.

Now we're in trouble.

Lu Zheng seemed to sense his wariness and waved his hand with a smile: "Don't be nervous, I mean you no harm. On the contrary, I'm here to bring you an opportunity."

He took a step forward, his tone becoming serious.

"Would you be willing to enter my holy land?"

Fang Xuan was slightly taken aback.

Holy Land?

He remembered what his senior sister had told him before: when he went to the upper realm, his primary goal was to join a holy land.

Without resources or powerful backers, a wandering immortal cannot survive for long in this dog-eat-dog world of the upper realm.

Now, someone is offering themselves up on our doorstep?

Seeing that he seemed somewhat interested, Lu Zheng quickly continued speaking.

"My holy land is called Tianxu, which ranks third in the Nine Heavens. Although it is not the most top-tier, it has all the resources and cultivation techniques you need. If you join me, I can personally take you as my disciple and teach you everything I know."

He paused, then added, "You're currently being treated as a demon beast, trapped in this arena of the Ninth Heaven, fighting for your life every day, your future hanging by a thread. But if you agree, I'll take you away from here right now, give you a legitimate identity, and let you cultivate in peace."

Fang Xuan looked at him and remained silent for a while.

Then he spoke, his voice very calm.

"I have only one condition."

Lu Zheng raised an eyebrow: "What?"

"I need a magical artifact that can locate people."

As Fang Xuan spoke, his gaze never left Lu Zheng's face.

He needs to find his senior sister.

But he wasn't sure if anyone knew his senior sister and might do her a disservice.

Therefore, they cannot be asked to help find it; he must find it himself.

Lu Zheng looked at him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

But he didn't press further, he just nodded.

"Can."

He raised his hand and took out a palm-sized jade disc from the void, handing it to Fang Xuan.

"This is called a tracking disc. After you signify your identity with blood, you only need to silently recite the name and appearance of that person in your heart, and it will guide you in the right direction."

"However, there is a distance limit. If the distance is too far, you can only sense the general location."

Fang Xuan took the jade disc and looked down at it.

It is a very exquisite magical artifact, covered with intricate runes.

He put away the jade disc and looked at Lu Zheng.

Thank you.

Lu Zheng laughed, then took out a few more items from his pocket and casually tossed them to him.

"These are considered a small gift."

Fang Xuan took it and looked at it.

An inner armor, cool to the touch, with a faint shimmering light, and a jade pendant engraved with dense defensive runes.

They are all... Dao-grade armor.

Fang Xuan: "..."

This immortal is quite generous.

Lu Zheng was overjoyed as he watched him accept these gifts.

Hahaha.

This added another top genius to his holy land.

Two laws!

It's still the fourth-level spatial law at the Heavenly level!

Such talent would be fiercely sought after by any major holy land. And now he's managed to find him in some obscure corner of the Ninth Heaven.

The Heavenly Ruins Holy Land has a promising future!

He tried hard to suppress the elation in his heart, and his face still showed a calm and composed demeanor.

"Let's go," he said. "I'll take you away from here."

........

at the same time.

Inside the Colosseum's prison.

A man who looked like a manager was standing at the door of Fang Xuan's cell.

Two servants carrying a stretcher followed behind him.

"Someone has come to buy that demon," the steward said to the guard. "It's that one named Fang Xuan."

The guard, who was dozing off, lazily lifted his eyelids upon hearing this.

"Oh, that one."

He yawned.

"He just died."

The steward was taken aback: "Dead?"

"Yes, that's right." The guard pointed inside the cell. "The body was just taken away. Look, it's empty."

The manager peeked inside.

It is indeed empty.

There was only a pool of blood and some torn strips of cloth in the corner.

"How did he die?" he asked, frowning.

The guard shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe his injuries were too severe. In the last battle, he killed a giant monster, but he was beaten half to death himself and came back lifeless."

The manager remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he turned to the two servants and said, "Go on, tell the guy who came to buy it that we're out of stock."

......