In the palace in the Blood Sea, Daoist Wen Jing’s ghostly figure floated forward and circled around the Asura girl. Then, she opened her red lips and blew a wisp of aura beside her ear.

Although the young girl tried her best to endure it, her face still blushed slightly. Her silver-white hair fluttered gently.

Wen Jing smiled and said, “She’s really a good seedling. It’s a pity to send her to the spiritual mountain. Few of the old Daoists there know how to get rid of her charms.”

“Wen Jing, the ancestor’s sword is an important token of our race.” In the corner, the hoarse voice continued, “We have already submitted to the spiritual mountain. The Primordial Massacre Sword is in the hands of His Highness. There is no loss to the spiritual mountain.”

“I will relay your message without missing a single word.” Daoist Wen Jing chuckled and brushed her fingertips across the silver-haired girl’s face. “However, I can’t decide if they are useful or not.”

Ring…

In another corner, a burly figure seemed to be about to rush out of the darkness. The rough voice was filled with anger. “King Wen Jing, what do you mean?” “It’s superficial.” Daoist Wen Jing flicked her fingertips gently and smiled. She glanced at the figure from the corner of her eyes. “You’re not convinced?”

The burly figure fell silent.

“Useless.” Daoist Wen Jing snorted softly. Then, she suddenly turned around. As her sanguine dress fluttered, it illuminated the entire hall.

In various corners, the Asura figures were sitting, standing, or lying down. They were old, young, and weak. Most of them looked angry. “The Blood Sea Asura is no longer the same as before.

He still holds onto a sword and fantasizes about the beautiful dreams he had back then. Have you forgotten how your ancestor died? So what if you have a sword? You even found Yuan Tu’s nose. So what? Why not just wither like this? Why struggle? Hahaha, hahahahaha!” Amidst the ear-piercing laughter, Daoist Wen Jing and the silver-haired girl disappeared. Bang!

A wall was smashed by an iron fist. The broken palace echoed with suppressed roars, but eventually, it calmed down.

In the sanguine light that was flying towards the border of the Netherworld, Daoist Wen Jing looked at the young girl in her hand. She pondered for a while and smiled faintly. Forget it.

I can’t contact the Sea God now. I should settle the task given by the spiritual mountain first. Don’t create unnecessary trouble. I originally wanted to nurture a maidservant for the Sea God. After all, the bloodline of the Netherworld Patriarch is quite rare now.

Huh?

Daoist Wen Jing raised her eyebrows and scanned Fengdu City with her immortal senses.

The Battle Magi carrying the coffins and playing music had already walked out of the custom outside the city. They seemed to be heading towards the border of the Netherworld.

The Soul-Reaping Marshal of the Netherworld, who was wearing a headgear, was sitting on the stone coffin. Following the rhythm of the gongs and drums behind him, he kept twisting his strong body. The corners of Daoist Wen Jing’s mouth twitched a few times. She suddenly felt that it was better to be loyal to the Sea God than to go undercover in the Western Sect…

Happy.

At that moment, near a human city in the northwest of the South Continent, old Daoist Lu Ya carried a huge gourd on his back and slowly descended from the clouds. His immortal senses carefully searched the situation in the city. Perhaps he was too focused, but when he was about to land on the ground, his feet suddenly slipped.

The mighty Demon Prince, the owner of the Immortal-Slaying Flying Saber, and the best chaser in the Heavenly Courts, inexplicably fell forward. Lu Ya was stunned, but his reaction was fast. His figure flashed slightly and he used a teleportation spell. He appeared 100 feet away and stood firmly. Daoist Lu Ya frowned.

I… have experienced such a feeling before…

What happened? Why is it here again? Could it be that the bad luck is caused by the Qi Circulation? Or is it because the demons lack luck? “Hmph!” How can I, Daoist Lu Ya, be trapped by such bad luck?!

At that moment, Daoist Lu Ya closed his eyes and carefully searched the situation near the city. After discovering the Lord that he was looking for, he used a transformation technique and turned into a middle-aged woman.

Just as he was about to rush into the city, Daoist Lu Ya could not help but frown.

The soft touch of the soles of his feet, the slight stickiness, and the faint fragrance that he smelled…

Lu Ya gritted his teeth and cursed a rude beast as he walked out of the forest. Along the way, Lu Ya inexplicably bumped into two wild wolves that were fighting each other. As he walked, he inexplicably walked into a group of mortal bandits.

Although they were not a threat to him, those encounters did spoil his mood.

I feel that my bad luck this time is much easier to deal with than last time.

Daoist Lu Ya recalled how he had almost died from cultivating in the Sun Palace. He could not help but shiver. He said in his heart that his father had blessed him and left the forest in a sorry state.

However, such small disasters were endless. The middle-aged woman that he had transformed into would be bumped by pedestrians for no reason when he walked on the streets. When he encountered two children playing around, they could even shoot the bamboo arrows at his eyes… It could be that a cloud suddenly floated past, and with him as the center, a torrential rain fell within a thousand feet in diameter.

Lu Ya was so angry that his Dao heart trembled slightly. However, after the lesson from last time, he forced himself to remain calm.

He suspected that someone was deliberately playing tricks on him. However, he could not find any traces of him with his immortal senses.

Finally, after stumbling into the city, Lu Ya, who had transformed into a middle-aged woman, lowered his head and silently walked to the side alley of the busiest restaurant in the city. He stood in front of the elder who was dozing off on the table at the entrance of the alley.

It was the place where the senior lived in seclusion. He was a white-haired fortune-teller who specialized in divination.

There was a table and a cloth around it that said, “Nine out of ten divinities are not accurate. Ten divinities per day.” That was all the old fortune-teller’s belongings. “Ahem!” Lu Ya coughed dryly. The old fortune-teller did not even raise his head and replied weakly, “I can’t. I’ve used up all ten divinations today. Please come again another day.”

“Really?”

Daoist Lu Ya sent a voice transmission. “Senior, since you stayed here to see me, why did you lower your head and not look at me?”

“Huh?”

The old fortune-teller looked up and muttered with a confused look in his eyes, “Madam, who are you? Have you seen me before? Eh? Madam, your glabella is dark. You seem to be in danger.” Daoist Lu Ya pulled a long stool over and sat opposite the long table. He smiled and said, “It’s precisely because of this calamity that I came to seek your guidance. I wonder if this calamity can be resolved.”

The old fortune-teller held his white beard and looked a little indecent. He looked a little troubled.

“Why don’t you sit here for another half a day? After tonight, I can continue to read people’s fortunes. I can give you a fortune-telling session tomorrow.”

Daoist Lu Ya frowned slightly and said, “Senior, it’s not appropriate for me to appear here for too long. Why don’t we find a quiet place to talk?”

“That’s impossible.” The old fortune-teller waved his hand. “Although I have no wife or children, I’m still a famous fortune-teller within a radius of a few hundred kilometers. I’m afraid it will cause gossip if I stay in the same room as you, Madam.” Daoist Lu Ya looked down with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. “Senior, are you really not going to care about our past relationship?”

“What do you mean?”

The old fortune-teller immediately perked up and sized up the woman in front of him. “Do I… know

you?”

Daoist Lu Ya sighed and looked sorrowful. However, he knew that he could not force anything. He stood up and bowed before turning around to leave.

“Ahem! Your Highness? Why are you here?”

He suddenly heard a voice transmission behind him.

A middle-aged man in a short-sleeved shirt poked his head out of the window at the bottom of the restaurant next door. He was holding an iron pot and a ladle.

“Wait for me to finish cooking this dish. Your Highness, there are still two tables of guests waiting!”

Daoist Lu Ya was speechless and his body trembled. He almost revealed his true form and burned the city with Sun True Flames!

What will Lu Ya do now?

On the Little Qiong Peak, Li Changshou sat in front of the Pill Furnace and pondered quietly. In the pitch-black Pill Furnace in front of him, the pills that were about to form were already emitting rays of light.

At that moment, he was multitasking. Apart from refining pills, he was also monitoring the black leopard’s movements from afar. At the same time, he was thinking about the specific measures to reform the Netherworld in the secret chamber.

The black leopard was heading towards his Cave Abode.

However, what the black leopard did not know was that the water demon Miao Miao had already packed up and left the Cave Abode two days ago.

Li Changshou did not know the exact reason. It was probably because…

Love?

Perhaps the water demon had sensed that the black leopard was involved in a huge karma and was afraid that he could not withstand the karma, so he took the opportunity to leave.

The water demon left a letter for the black leopard. Out of respect for the privacy of living beings, Li Changshou did not read it. However, to be safe, he used his immortal senses to witness the process of the water demon writing the letter.

In the letter, it was only stated that their marriage had ended and that they would be separated from each other. In the future, they would not have to look for or miss each other. The poor black leopard did not know what he would face when he returned to Golden Ao Island.

He did not know how much of a blow it would be to the black leopard when the water demon Miao Miao left. He did not know if it would affect the black leopard’s temperament…

What is the specific plan this time? Actually, he did not have a plan. Li Changshou’s plan to kill Daoist Lu Ya and reveal the news to the black leopard was all he had planned.

He had only thrown two rocks at the demons’ pond. It was unknown what kind of waves he would cause. This time, Li Changshou… actually wanted peace and quietness. It was not that he felt that the “poor execution” plan was too tiring. On the contrary, it was an attempt that Li Changshou had made after reflecting on himself.

Inaction.

In Li Changshou’s current understanding, inaction was that all the possibilities that could develop in this matter were all within the scope that he could deal with.

No matter how this matter developed, it would not affect him. It would only bring him benefits. The worst-case scenario for Lu Ya, who was being hunted down by the Heavenly Courts, was that…

he had been captured by the Saint Nuwa to the Goddess Nuwa’s Palace to make a few “instantaneous” changes. That was completely within Li Changshou’s tolerance. He could even use that opportunity to comprehend the Dao runes of the Saint and improve his Dao Realm.

He looked down at his palm lines…

The feeling of not having to worry about schemes and being able to control everything was indeed not bad.

That was also a chain reaction caused by the increase in his cultivation realm, the increase in his authority in the Dao Sect, the amount of resources he had in his hands, and the solid backing behind him.

However, Li Changshou knew that he was not really doing nothing For example, the Grand Pure One, who had already acknowledged him as a student, was truly peaceful.

When the Grand Pure One encountered something that he did not like, he could casually arrange for outstanding human Dharma treasures to deal with it. At most, he could just intervene and settle it.

The Mysterious Yellow Pagoda, the Taiji Painting, the Three Pure Ones.

At the peak of the six Saints, one move would shock the gods and demons. The small realm that he had just reached was still far away.

*Buzz*

The light in the Pill Furnace was meditating. Li Changshou stopped his daydreaming and injected a wisp of immortal power into it. He wrapped the pills inside and slowly forced out the remaining Qi.

Then, the top of the Pill Furnace opened, and round pills flew out and floated in Li Changshou’s palm. The glow gradually disappeared.

A faint fragrance filled the Pill Chamber. Li Changshou carefully sensed for a while and was somewhat disappointed. Is refining a sixth-grade Spirit Pill the limit of this Pill Furnace?

Now, apart from the precious herbs and spirit herbs that were of the Heavenly Treasures grade, the only things that affected his progress in alchemy were those hardware facilities.

He could now use the Grand Supreme Elder’s Eight Trigrams Furnace.

However, isn’t going to the Tushita Palace to borrow the Eight Trigrams Furnace to refine pills just an indirect way of asking the Grand Supreme Elder for pills? If the Grand Supreme Elder and the Saint got upset, wouldn’t that be a huge loss? “Little Shoushou?”

A familiar voice sounded from the door of the Pill Chamber. Li Changshou turned around and saw a short-haired head poking in from the door. “What good stuff are you refining again? Let me have a taste!”

“Here.” Li Changshou waved his right hand and flicked a pill away. The owner of the head at the door opened her mouth and swallowed the pill. Before she could chew, the pill turned into a wisp of clear liquid and slid into its throat.

“Wow… Why do I feel bitter?”

That person muttered and the body that was hiding beside the door jumped in with rays of holy light. It was Jiu Jiu. Li Changshou smiled and said, “This is meant for Lingli. The effect is to strengthen her body. She’ll benefit from eating it.”

“What?” Jiu Jiu could not help but be shocked. “This thing strengthens the body?”

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t grow any longer! Otherwise, it won’t be harmonious with the rest of my body!” Li Changshou smiled and said, “That’s a huge pity for the Primordial World… Ahem, don’t worry. Aunt-Master, are you here to get wine? Leave it at your usual place.” “Hehe.” Jiu Jiu’s eyes lit up when she heard that. She jumped to the bookshelf beside her and took away two small wine bottles.

“Thank you, Little Shou! Hmph! I’ll go back and continue killing!” Li Changshou watched as Aunt-Master Jiu Jiu left on a cloud in satisfaction. He chuckled and sighed. Isn’t this a form of inaction?

However, Aunt-Master Jiu Jiu did not care about the affairs of the world. She was focused on cultivating in the mountains. On the other hand, she had to face all kinds of complicated battles between the major sects.

Li Changshou put away the pills and using his immortal senses, he looked at Xiong Lingli, who was cultivating in the forest. He was not in a hurry to give them to her.

At that moment, Xiong Lingli was twice as strong as before. Her entire body was emitting a ferocious aura. The Magi bloodline in her body had been completely activated. Li Changshou had already obtained the copy of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art, but it was not appropriate for him to teach it to Xiong Lingli. The Eight-Nine Arcane Art was a mystic technique that was specially made for those with powerful bodies. The stronger the body, the easier it would be to master it.

At that moment, Li Changshou was only at the initial stage of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art. He realized that the mysterious technique that the Lady of Earth had written was not purely a physical cultivation technique. The most precious thing about it was the strengthening of the body and the power of the essence soul.

Li Changshou also decided to try cultivating this mysterious technique to strengthen his body. In that case, not only would he be able to increase his own safety, but he would also be able to increase the sense of his body’s lines and strength, increase his male charm, and increase his male confidence. It was simply a rare and effective cultivation method of the Magi.

The Lady of Earth said that there was no news of the Magi’s Secret Tome that she had asked someone to give her. If she were to use it together with the Magi’s Secret Tome that could temporarily increase the strength of her physical body… Imagine this situation:

One day, Li Changshou would have the Pagoda Master above his head. When he is surrounded by powerful enemies, the other party uses all their strength to temporarily suppress, seal, or send him flying.

A group of powerful enemies would cry tears of joy. They feel that the dawn of victory is in front of them. They launch a powerful attack on Li Changshou. The Dharma treasures that filled the sky smash over, but they produce a series of light sounds.

The sword breaks, the ruler breaks, and the bricks shatter…

Li Changshou calmly pulled open the collar of his Daoist robe, revealing his pale golden skin. On a rainy day, the Golden Body of Merit and the Eight-Nine Arcane Art are more compatible.