Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

Do you know why I've come to cause trouble for the Imperial Pavilion?

no one knows.

No one answered.

King Gu stared silently at the man before him who instilled a slight fear in him, striving to maintain his imperial image, and said in a deep voice, "I do not understand what my Imperial Pavilion has done to anger Your Excellency."

"Soul-Binding Lock".

The moment those three words were uttered, Xu Guangying and Cao Qingluo's expressions changed drastically. They both looked up and gave Gu Tianwang an incredulous look.

Gu Tianwang's expression also turned extremely gloomy, as if Yun Ping had hit the nail on the head.

The young man in white slowly walked up the steps leading to the throne, step by step.

“If you truly intend to make the King your successor and the next head of the Imperial Pavilion, and the King agrees, then I have no objection.”

"But you never asked the king what he thought, that's one thing."

"Secondly, you never even considered passing the position of Pavilion Master to him."

Yun Ping raised his head, and a chilling killing intent burst forth from his terrifying eyes, which were like a dark abyss. In an instant, it was as if everyone saw a blood-red pagoda reaching the sky.

Around that blood-red pagoda was a raging sea of ​​blood, churning corpses, and endless wails!

In an instant, everyone felt a tightness in their chests and a wave of dizziness, as if they were about to be swallowed up by this overwhelming killing intent!

Yunping stared at Gu Tianwang, his tone unusually cold.

"Do you really think I can't see it? Your physical body is on the verge of collapse due to excessive training in your early years. In less than ten years, your physical body will be destroyed, and your cultivation will also regress. The reason you want to pass on the throne so quickly is that you plan to use the Soul-Binding Lock to extract the King's soul, and then..."

His gaze met Gu Wangjun's gaze in mid-air.

"Use his perfectly intact and excellent physical body as the new vessel for your soul... That's why you want Wang Jun to succeed you as the sect leader, because once your soul merges with Wang Jun's body, your current physical body..."

"It's just useless garbage."

……

Gu Tianwang did not refute Yunping's words.

Instead, he stared fiercely at Yun Ping, watching the white-clad youth slowly walk up the steps and stand before him.

"You've used my beloved disciple as a tool to seize power, depriving him of his freedom and even attempting to bind his soul—"

Yun Ping clenched his fist and walked to Gu Wangjun's side, his angry eyes spitting out black flames as if he wanted to burn Gu Tianwang to ashes.

"That's why you've angered me."

"That was also the cause of your death."

96. The urge to kill

Gu Wangjun wore that simple, honest smile the whole time, and in his clear eyes was Yun Ping's not imposing, but very reliable figure.

He seemed to always believe that he would come.

He did indeed come.

Yunping's words echoed throughout the entire imperial palace. His seemingly nonsensical remarks would normally have been dismissed as the ravings of a madman, and no one would have believed a lunatic.

But it was Yunping who said these words.

Yun Ping, who caused the immortal artifacts of Emperor Wen to resonate and swirl, and who caused Emperor Wen's Great Dao to appear in person, and who made the sect leaders of the four schools of Qin, Qi, Shu, Hua kneel down, made the sage Cao Qingluo kowtow, and made the half-immortal Xu Guangying dare not utter a single word.

Nobody knows who he is.

No one dared to know who he was.

Although a near-zero possibility arose in everyone's minds, they didn't dare to associate the man before them with that powerful figure who dominated the world.

If they are not the same person, that's fine, at least the other party didn't harm me.

But if it's the same person...

The consequences would be absolutely unimaginable.

That's why they dared not ask, dared not make a decision in their hearts, and preferred to keep the idea to themselves rather than ask a single question.

They were afraid.

They were afraid that Yunping would admit that he was the great power he once was.

Since that's the case, it's better not to ask, just shut up and kneel down.

The scene was unusually quiet.

Faced with the white-robed youth whose eyes were filled with overwhelming killing intent, Gu Tianwang, a half-immortal, the head of the three thousand Great Daos, and an emperor recognized by the Heavenly Dao, couldn't help but gasp, his whole body trembling.

He couldn't deny a single word Yunping said, because it was indeed the truth.

Gu Wangjun was indeed not his successor, and in fact—the other party was not even Empress Wu's relative, nor a member of the Gu family, but a so-called outsider who joined the Imperial Pavilion later.

However, he possessed a physique that even he himself envied, a physique close to that of the legendary Martial Emperor Gu Tianren, and even several times stronger than his current physical body.

If he could obtain this physical body, one day he might be able to break through the shackles of being a half-immortal and reach the level of a true immortal!

A true immortal! That's a true immortal!

The third true immortal in all of history!

What an honor this is! He will become a well-known figure in the three great heavens, just like Emperor Wu and Emperor Wen. His deeds and his name will be remembered for eternity and will never be forgotten.

For hundreds, thousands, or even tens or hundreds of thousands of years to come, a name will be etched in the hearts of everyone—

King Gu.

"Hmph... Hmph hmph hmph..."

A deep, muffled groan.

The emperor, who sat on the throne and was the current head of the Imperial Pavilion, trembled violently as he gripped the handle of the golden throne tightly, his expression becoming increasingly distorted and ferocious.

Finally, as if he could no longer control himself, the corners of his mouth turned up in an exaggerated smile, his eyes widened, and his eyeballs seemed to bulge out.

"Hmph hahaha...hahahaha..."

—A strange laugh.

Sitting in the corner, Fan Luokui and the others stared in astonishment at Emperor Gu Tianwang, who was laughing maniacally, and their hearts skipped a beat.

The silver-haired girl, huddled in her wheelchair, stared blankly at Gu Tianwang and muttered to herself, "Could this guy be desperate and going crazy in a fit of rage?"

“I think that’s somewhat the case…” Zhang Ruoxue chimed in from the side.

Fan Luokui's expression grew increasingly serious: "If this demigod really makes a move here..."

God knows what will happen.

When cultivators fight, mortals suffer.

This is certainly true. After all, battles between cultivators often unleash terrifying waves, and a mortal body with no cultivation is simply unable to withstand such a terrifying impact.

But there's one more thing to say after that.

When saints fight, cultivators suffer.

Yes, if two saints who embody the power of the Great Dao were to fight, even cultivators, if their cultivation level is not high enough, would probably not even have the right to watch the battle. They would be pulverized into ashes the instant they were affected by the power of the Great Dao, without even being able to utter a single wail.

Moreover, the two who are about to fight are Yun Ping, whose strength is mysterious and unpredictable, and Gu Tianwang, the Emperor's Pavilion Master, who is protected by the Heavenly Dao.

If things really escalate, Fan Luokui doesn't think she can survive unscathed in the midst of their battle.

"I don't think we need to worry too much about this..."

However, in response to Fan Luokui's predicament, Yu Chan replied: "Old rogues should know their limits."

"What do you mean?" Fan Luokui didn't quite understand Ye Yuchan's words.

Jiang Yuetian understood, and looked at the two people in the distance, who were in a tense atmosphere, with a complicated expression.

"The gist of it is that this might not even qualify as a battle..."

"What's that?" Lin Yuan asked curiously, sticking her head out.

"Maybe..."

Ye Yuchan swallowed hard, thinking of the old rogue's identity five hundred years ago.

He then said:

"It was a massacre..."

On the throne.

Gu Tianwang's smile slowly faded.

His lonely yet domineering eyes were fixed on the expressionless young man in white as he slowly rose from his throne.

The magnificent golden-red Taoist robe on his body slowly fell off, revealing his muscular upper body with explosive muscle lines. Every muscle on his body seemed to have been tempered a thousand times. His burly physique, which was two heads taller than Yun Ping, slowly approached Yun Ping.

He looked down at the cold-faced, lifeless young man in front of him, twisted his neck, and immediately heard a cracking sound of bones grinding together.

"It seems that you are truly going to oppose me and my vast Imperial Palace."

When King Gu spoke these words, everyone below the throne felt a tremor in their hearts, and at the same time, the world outside the imperial palace suddenly surged.

The pitch-black sea of ​​clouds churned violently, and the ground in the area where the Emperor's Pavilion was located instantly cracked open with countless terrifying fissures resembling ravines. The earth trembled, the sky shuddered, and a mysterious power called the Great Dao descended from the sky like a storm, arriving in an instant.

Something is stirring.

However, Yun Ping did not react to this at all. He simply opened his mouth and said calmly, "I have said from the beginning that I am here to find the Emperor Pavilion."

"Or were you already deaf when I pronounced your cause of death?"

"cause of death?"

King Gu seemed to find those two words amusing. He lowered his head, looked down at the short, thin, and seemingly vulnerable youth in front of him, and shook his head: "Although I do not know who you are or what your identity is, today is a grand banquet of my Imperial Pavilion. Even if the heavens themselves came, they could not stop me."

"I am destined to become a true immortal, how could you ants possibly stop me?"

"A true immortal?"

Yun Ping almost burst out laughing. Looking at Gu Tianwang's burly figure, a cold mockery appeared on his lips: "With your level, you still want to reach the True Immortal realm? Even your current half-immortal body is barely passable. Do you really think the long road to immortality is so easy?"

He took a step forward, and the distance between them shortened to less than half a meter.