Covering the Sky: Fairy, I really need to control you properly.

Yang Mo left, slinking away as if fleeing, disappearing from Tian Shu Peak.

He didn't even dare to use his movement techniques, because his tattered Taoist robe couldn't withstand any more strain. If he accelerated any further, it would probably turn into strips of cloth hanging on his body.

Behind them, laughter was no longer suppressed.

"Hahahaha...that's hilarious!"

"Did you see Senior Brother Yang's expression just now? His face turned green!"

"Senior Sister Zixia is too ruthless. This is not a friendly sparring match, it's clearly an attempt to humiliate her to death."

"Come on, didn't you see? Yang Mo said he wanted to learn a thing or two, and ended up getting struck by lightning like that."

The disciples of Tian Shu Peak were the most excited. They had always been at odds with Zi Zhu Peak, and their eyes gleamed with excitement. They couldn't wait to fly back and spread this huge joke.

"I've already recorded it on a jade slip. I'll make a few copies later and sell them to the disciples of each peak. One copy costs one hundred jin of source energy. Anyone want one?"

"Give me a copy too, I want the HD version, especially the part where Senior Brother Yang's butt gets bruised and battered!"

"Are you out of your mind? Aren't you afraid Sleepy Yang will cause you trouble?"

"Take care, senior brother. See you at the Dao Discussion Conference." Fairy Zixia's voice drifted far away, clear and melodious, but to Yang Mo it sounded like a death knell.

The disheveled figure stumbled and nearly fell.

……

Only after confirming that there were no pursuers behind him did Yang Mo stop on a deserted cliff.

He lowered his head, took out a bronze mirror, looked at his reflection, and felt a tightness in his chest.

His hair was black and curly, his face was covered in bruises, and most importantly, there was a big hole in his buttocks. A cold wind was blowing into it, making him subconsciously clench his legs when he walked.

"You bitch!"

Yang Mo will remember this humiliation.

I'll remember this for the rest of my life.

The matter of the black gourd had long been forgotten by him.

What black gourd, what divine object? Is his reputation more important than the reputation of Purple Bamboo Peak?

Anyway, even if the black gourd falls into Zixia's hands, it's only temporary. Her grandfather is in a high position and has great power. At that time, she can easily find an excuse to get it back.

As for myself, the worst that can happen is that I'll get a scolding from my grandfather.

Compared to today's farce, being scolded a few times is a small matter.

But he couldn't swallow this insult.

Zixia Fairy, born with a Dao embryo, if she were to grow up and become a saintess in the future, what would become of her?

There is an unwritten rule in the Purple Mansion Holy Land that the Holy Maiden must marry the Holy Son. This is a tradition passed down from their ancestors, in order to ensure the purity of the Holy Land's bloodline and the continuation of its lineage.

But what if that saintess was born with a primordial Dao embryo?

Will they still abide by this rule then?

"We must never let that woman become a saint!"

If Zixia truly gains power, Yang Mo's status within the Holy Land will inevitably be overshadowed, and at that time...

……

The Northern Regions, the Holy City.

Stone workshops lined the various holy sites, and the trade of source stones was in full swing. Countless cultivators became rich overnight, while others lost everything in a single night.

But at this moment, the northern district of the Holy City, within a radius of a hundred miles, is a void.

The earth was completely wiped away, leaving not even a speck of dust, only a huge, bottomless sinkhole with remnants of sword energy at its edge—the sword energy of the Immortal-Slaying Gourd.

With just a wisp of energy, activated by Fairy Zixia in the Dao Palace Secret Realm, everything within a hundred miles, including restrictions, royal weapons, and powerful cultivators, was completely wiped out.

The Wang family's protector stood at the edge of the sinkhole, his face ashen.

Behind him were several Wang family members who had narrowly escaped death. They were now slumped on the ground, trembling, staring at the bottomless pit, unable to utter a word.

"It's over...it's all over..."

The guardian muttered to himself, "The Wang family's stone archway is gone."

The stone materials accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years are gone.

Millions of kilograms of raw materials were all gone from the warehouse.

More importantly, Wang Xuangu is dead.

The powerful figure of the second level of Sendai, one of the pillars of the Wang family, died so mysteriously.

The guardian closed his eyes, the scene still replaying in his mind.

He sensed something was wrong when Fairy Zixia was cutting the stone that day; it was far more than an ordinary divine object. He instinctively led his men away, but Wang Xuangu wouldn't listen and insisted on staying to see what was going on.

Then there is no more then.

A sword aura shot into the sky, turning everything within a hundred miles into nothingness.

"What exactly is that thing...?"

He only knew that the black gourd was cut out by the woman, but he didn't know what level of ferocious creature it was.

Cutting stone and revealing misfortune is not unprecedented in the cultivation world, but to directly destroy an area of ​​a hundred miles and cause the death of a powerful figure is simply too much...

"Elder, there are people over there!"

Suddenly, a member of the Wang family exclaimed, pointing to the other side of the sinkhole.

The guardian looked up and indeed saw a black figure pacing along the edge of the sinkhole.

The man was completely wrapped in a black robe, obscuring his face; only his eyes were visible, and he was muttering incantations.

"Tsk tsk tsk, has the Wang family been cursed by heaven? Or did they cut out something unclean?"

The guardian's face darkened.

The Beiyuan Wang family is a powerful and influential family. Now that the stone archway has been destroyed, they are filled with anger and have nowhere to vent it. How dare someone come to watch the show?

"How dare you!"

"Is this place of the Kitahara Royal Family that you dare to come and watch the show?"

The man in black robes paused, then slowly turned his head.

Just as the protector was about to drink again, he saw the man in black robes reach into his robes and casually toss a black iron token, which drew an arc in the air and landed in front of the protector.

Its strokes are strong and sharp, exuding a chilling aura of killing intent.

The guardian's pupils constricted, and his whole body froze.

This is... the Black Iron Token of the Old Immortal, the leader of the great bandits of the Northern Region?

How did the Black Iron Token of that being who caused headaches for all the holy lands end up in this person's hands?

The guardian swallowed hard, his voice immediately dropping a third.

"S-Senior, this junior did not know..."

"Don't know what?" The man in black waved his hand. "I was just passing by and wanted to see what was going on. Your stone archway is completely destroyed; not even a shard remains."

The guardian opened his mouth, but dared not utter a single word.

The man in black robes ignored him, strolled around a couple more times, then with a flick of his sleeve, he transformed into a streak of black light and disappeared into the horizon.

After a long silence, a member of the Wang family asked in a trembling voice, "Elder, what... what should we do?"

The protector gritted his teeth and said, "Send a message to the clan, inviting all the elders to come and discuss matters."

"Also, send someone to the Great Yan Holy Land."

"The destruction of the stone archway and the fall of Elder Wang Xuangu are no simple matter. The Great Yan Holy Land is skilled at divination. If we ask them to take action, they will surely be able to find the real culprit or the cause."

……

In the sacred land of Zifu, Fairy Zixia sat cross-legged in her cave, surrounded by purple mist and flickering lightning.

She has been meditating here for several days.

The cultivation of the "Dongjun Emperor Record" was far more wondrous than she had imagined. With each cycle of its circulation, thunder rumbled within her body, and lightning often struck down from the sky.

These tribulations are unrelated to breakthroughs in cultivation levels; they are purely divine punishments brought about by the cultivation technique itself.

It seems that practicing this scripture is to defy fate.

Every step forward requires enduring the trials of heaven and earth.

However, Fairy Zixia was not in a hurry. She had become accustomed to this method of cultivation. Her body was tempered by lightning, and her spirit was refined by lightning. After each tribulation, her foundation would become more solid.