Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

A furious shout traveled straight into the abyss of night waters, across the towering mountain walls and the misty depths.

The Azure Lion instantly assumed a fighting stance: "Who?"

Ripples spread outwards in concentric circles across the entire Spring of Spirits.

Yuan Heng looked up at the thousands of mountains beyond the abyss. The powerful divine sense wrapped in the purple-black lightning was extremely domineering and struck directly at the Abyss of Night Water.

His face was grim, and he muttered, "How did we attract this madman... You stay here and keep watch, I'll go ask him."

The lion hadn't even reacted yet.

Yuanheng leaped into the air and headed south.

……

At the entrance to Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, a heavy, oppressive aura enveloped the surroundings.

Layers of purple-black lightning surged in mid-air, with tiny electric snakes crackling and spreading out as an invisible pressure.

All the spiritual plants around were drooping, the grass, trees, flowers and leaves withered and shriveled, and the insects, birds and beasts in the mountains all fled far away, not daring to approach this thunderous domain even a little bit.

The clouds and mist slowly dispersed, revealing a figure.

The woman was dressed in a light purple dress with delicate thunder patterns embroidered on the hem, which swayed in the strong wind. Her long, dark hair was loosely tied up with a white jade hairpin, with a few strands falling down her cheeks.

Yuan Heng's expression turned cold, and he shouted angrily, "Stop!"

He recognized the person and said angrily, "Fu Yao! It's you again!"

This person left such a deep impression on him when he came to Wanjian Mountain in search of a magical artifact that he could not forget him even after decades.

Fu Yao's face was as cold as jade, her eyebrows sharp and slanted: "Yuan Heng, my nephew was seriously injured at your Ten Thousand Swords Mountain. Bring him out and return him to me. Immediately."

Upon hearing the news of Xie Weixing's severe injuries at the sect, she almost immediately got up and rushed over without stopping.

She must take people away today, whether they live or die.

All the children of Feng Hua Sect must go home.

"Stop your oppressive aura first," Yuan Heng said coldly. "I'm not afraid of a mere Taixu Realm cultivator exerting their full pressure, but what about the lives of the creatures of Ten Thousand Swords Mountain?"

Fu Yao's almond-shaped face was free of makeup, yet it possessed an intimidating sharpness. Her eyes were a deep, dark purple, with a faint electric light flickering in their depths.

"Stop talking nonsense!" She withdrew some of her spiritual power and landed on the broken stone platform at the entrance of Ten Thousand Swords Mountain. The gravel beneath her feet trembled slightly as she said coldly, "I'm looking for a young man, dressed in red, with a strand of silver hair on his head."

She raised her eyes coldly and threatened, "If I don't see him today, I'll blow up your Ten Thousand Swords Mountain."

"Insolence! You are utterly arrogant!" As a rare tenth-tier spirit beast, Yuan Heng felt extremely humiliated. "This is Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, not a place where you can run wild. Do you really think I can't do anything to a mere Taixu Realm cultivator?!"

"I know you guard Ten Thousand Swords Mountain," Fu Yao said, her fingers slightly clenched beneath her sleeves, wisps of purplish-black electricity crackling at her fingertips, her eyes filled with cold ruthlessness. "Thirty years ago, I could have blown up your Night Water Abyss. Now, do you think I'm afraid?"

Yuanheng gritted his teeth.

If it were a one-on-one fight, he would not be afraid of Fu Yao at all, but behind her is the Feng Hua Sect, and two old immortals in the Tai Xu Realm.

Moreover, if a real fight breaks out, Fu Yao can go all out, but he also has to consider Wan Jian Mountain...

But if he were to hand the person over now, wouldn't the whole world know that he, the mighty Heavenly Profound Beast, was afraid of this shrew?!

"I won't make things difficult for you," Fu Yao said coldly, a clenched fist of purple lightning in her palm. "I only want Xie Weixing, I only want my junior disciple!"

Yuan Heng suppressed his anger and spoke after a long while: "...Your so-called junior nephew is quite lucky. He formed a bond with the Azure Water Lion, and I just put him into the World Spirit Spring."

Fu Yao's brow twitched.

Xiao Nap is still alive.

She hadn't dared to ask, because she was afraid she would only be able to bring back a corpse.

What will happen to my senior brother? What will happen to Xiao Chunri and the others? What will happen to Feng Hua Sect?

She was stunned for a moment and lost control of her spiritual power. The pressure came down instantly, making the unprepared Yuan Heng gag.

Fu Yao looked up in surprise: "It's been so many years, and you're pregnant? Who's the father?"

Yuanheng: ...

He was so angry that his hand trembled, and he pointed at the source: "If you keep releasing your oppressive aura and frighten the creatures of Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, I will drown your unlucky junior nephew in the Spring of Spirits."

"You dare? I'll risk all my cultivation to blast your Ten Thousand Swords Mountain to smithereens!" Fu Yao sneered, withdrawing her spiritual power, and walked away arrogantly, hands behind her back. "Don't you have any manners? Lead the way, I want to see him. Is this the kind of upbringing an ancient spirit beast has?"

Having said that, he walked into Wanjian Mountain as if nothing had happened.

The Heavenly Profound Beast was left bewildered in the wind.

*

Fu Yao entered the Abyss of Night Water and quickly found the Spring of Worldly Spirits based on her memories from that year.

She lowered her eyes to look at the heart of the spring, where the golden divine bow shone brightly.

"What's this?" Fu Yao pointed. "You've been doing pretty well at Wanjian Mountain these past few decades, you've even put up a fountain."

Yuanheng had just arrived when he slipped and almost fell.

Knowing that Xie Weixing was still alive, Fu Yao felt much better. She even had time to greet the Azure Water Lion next to her: "Long time no see, Mother Lion. Your cub is having a good time playing in the back mountain. It occasionally goes to visit the Hall of Longevity. It's just that it once lost control of its strength and froze a hole in the roof. My senior brother gave it a couple of whacks on the butt with his sword energy. Don't worry."

Cangshui: ...

Who is the lioness?

How could it be at ease after hearing these words?

Yuan Heng was utterly speechless: "This is an imperial decree! An imperial decree from the Divine Master! You ignorant fool..."

Fu Yao, not wanting to listen, interrupted him to get back to the point: "Where is my nephew? Where is he? Where is that huge lion?"

Yuanheng was stuck on the second half of the sentence, unable to go up or down, so he leaned on a tree next to him.

Fu Yao turned around and raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong? Are you getting old and heart disease and back and leg pain are coming back? Or is it that the old injuries from when my senior brother beat you up back then have relapsed?"

Yuan Heng straightened up and angrily shouted, "Fu Yao!"

Back then, the three disciples of the Feng Hua Sect, who were just over twenty years old and had just formed their cores, came to Wan Jian Mountain to search for spiritual artifacts.

At that time, Yuanheng was only at the eighth level, and was the most powerful spirit beast in Ten Thousand Swords Mountain.

Of course, there weren't many spirit beasts in Wanjian Mountain to begin with.

He was one of them, and the Azure Lion of the Azure Clouds who had already gone to the Azure Clouds Mountain was another; he was already the most outstanding one.

The three members of Feng Hua Sect entered the Night Water Abyss to search for spiritual artifacts. Feng Yu set his sights on the Gui Xuan Cauldron, which he had carried since childhood to cool off.

He fought desperately to refuse, thinking that three mere cultivators who had just reached the Golden Core Realm couldn't possibly be that powerful. As a result, he was beaten to a pulp by Feng Jilan wielding the Wind and Cloud Sword, nearly losing his life.

Fu Yao cursed from beginning to end, muttering incessantly while her hands never stopped, her purple-gold lightning nearly blasting through the Abyss of Night Water.

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Bonus chapter for the top gift on the gift leaderboard! I haven't had much writing saved up lately because I've been sick, but I wrote more smoothly today, so I'm making up for it. Thank you all for your support! Also, I have a lot more commissioned articles, all on Douyin (chaochao, not zaozhao), you can check them out.

Many people say this story has too many internet memes, so they give it bad reviews, attack me, and even attack the readers of this story. They say things like, "You have a lot of leg hair, but you're afraid to say it/No, you'll disappear!" Do they have theatrical disorder? I already wrote the warnings in the bullet comments. The first chapter is also obviously full of internet memes. You went ahead and did it, and now you're blaming me for randomly attacking people? Am I obligated to play along with your act?

Thank you everyone (I don't thank those who criticized me, and I'm still going to get my revenge at the Dragon Palace late tonight).