This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 444 If that's what you're saying, A-Ping has no choice but to comply.
Frieza wasn't in a good mood today. Xiang Yuan's intuition told him that if he dared to say another word, he might be hit with a roller coaster or even turn into Broly.

That being the case...

So what if I leave? What's the big deal?
Xiang Yuan strode away with his head held high and chest out. After looking around, he thought that since he had come all this way, he might as well have some fun with Fairy Qingluan.

It's been a while since I've tended the medicinal herb garden. The plants must be growing very well. Let the True Martial Emperor take a look and let him inspect them for you.

He's not bragging, but no one knows more about external tonics than him. He can tell the quality of medicinal materials just by tasting them.

If I can't handle Lord Frieza, I certainly can't handle you!
There are no proper medicinal herb gardens around Kunlun Mountain. If you stretch your hand to count them in the distance, you can only see one plant here and one plant there, scattered and not forming a plantation.

on purpose!
"Look at you, what should have been a one-time cry has turned into several. Oh well, the True Martial Emperor is kind-hearted, so I'll grant your wish."

Xiang Yuan waved his hand, unleashing a surge of black light. He swooped down and snatched the Azure Phoenix Fairy, who was picking flowers and weaving a wreath in the garden. Right in front of her, he plucked and swallowed the spiritual herbs that covered the entire mountainside, one by one.

She kept sobbing and crying terribly.

Xiang Yuan's obsession with targeting the Azure Phoenix Fairy wasn't out of boredom; there was a cause and effect between the two, and there was a reason behind it.

Back in the Blue Star Realm, Xiang Yuan infiltrated the Demon Continent and formed a deep bond with Qingluan, a demon at the time who was still an SSS-level demon. They became sworn brothers, even risking their lives for each other. After some discussion, Qingluan bowed deeply and swore to become Xiang Yuan's mount.

The cries were so loud they shook the heavens; no one dared to leave!

Later, this traitor latched onto the coattails of the Old Mother of Lishan, became someone else's mount, and transformed from an SSS-level demon into a Qingluan fairy, successfully obtaining a position within Kunlun Mountain.

It's like she made vows of eternal love to her boyfriend, only to turn around and find a rich second-generation heir. The plot is too cuckolded, which my pure love fandom doesn't like, and that's how the feud started.

Although the Old Mother of Lishan is Jingyun, Xiang Yuan's master, roughly speaking, the Azure Phoenix Fairy should address Xiang Yuan as "Little Master," and Xiang Yuan can still ride her if he wants, but...

It's like making a vow of eternal love to a rich second-generation heir, only to turn around and find out it's the rich second-generation heir's father; the plot is even more like something out of a NTR story.

In short, betrayal is shameful, and a traitor is a traitor. They must be resolutely punished at any time and in any place.

Originally, he intended to stop after two attempts, partly as a form of punishment and partly to demonstrate the magnanimity of the True Martial Emperor. Unexpectedly, he found the experience of bullying the Azure Phoenix Fairy so enjoyable that, coupled with his boredom, he continued this interaction.

That's great. He gained happiness, and the Azure Phoenix Fairy gained the fruits of her hard work. Everyone has a bright future ahead of them.

After leaving Kunlun Mountain, Xiang Yuan headed straight for the Purple Bamboo Forest in the South China Sea. He had recently been troubled by some Buddhist matters and wished to seek guidance from Guanyin Bodhisattva.

There were many problems, and Ji Muqing kept interrupting, bothering them for two whole months.

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Qianyuan Boundary.

Xiang Yuan stepped out of Yanfu Gate, raised his hand to do some calculations, and found that it was now February of the 439th year of Western Chu, more than a month had passed since he entered the Lower Abyss Realm.

He can still perform divination at this level.

The Celestial Realm and the Qianyuan Realm are located in two different rivers of time, and do not interfere with each other. Xiang Yuan spent two months in the Celestial Realm, but only a blink of an eye in the Qianyuan Realm.

This month was spent in the Lower Abyss Realm.

It shouldn't have taken this long originally; it's all the fault of the White Palace Master and the Door-Crack Sword Master, who started fighting as soon as they met, wasting too much time.

Xiang Yuan stood in mid-air, with two unresolved questions still in his mind: the origin of last week's events and the differences between the gods.

The primary target, the White House Lord, has been giving the cold shoulder lately, finding fault with all sorts of pretty boys, making it impossible to seek his advice; the backup plan, King Frieza, has an even worse temper, and before his dutiful disciple could finish speaking, he whispered for him to get lost, failing to provide any answers or explanations.

Xiang Yuan analyzed the available options, completely ignoring the broken sampan, and asked hesitantly, "What should we do? Is the only option the Benxindao sect?"

If possible, Xiang Yuan really didn't want to go to the Path of Original Mind. He was simple-minded but could always predict the future and never disappointed people. However, he was also a real pitfall, and he was already traumatized by the pitfalls he encountered.

What kind of good person could stand being scammed like this? What if they started to enjoy it?
Left with no other choice, Xiang Yuan decided to take the Path of Original Heart. Being tricked was certainly unpleasant, but the inability to resolve the two doubts made him even more anxious.

……

Northern Qi, the Way of the Original Mind.

With a solemn expression, Xiang Yuan climbed the steps with the heavy steps of someone going to a grave. He found the unremarkable, dilapidated hilltop, and in front of the unremarkable outhouse, he saw the unremarkable ancient tree and the unremarkable Sect Leader Miao Qiong.

Oh, this isn't exactly unremarkable.

The sect leader, Miao Qiong, sat cross-legged under the tree. When she saw Xiang Yuan arrive, she opened her eyes and nodded, which was her way of greeting him.

Someone whose style is completely incompatible with Benxin Dao's, if he had even a little shamelessness, even if he were comparable to Liu Che, would be foolish enough to accept her as a disciple.

Unlike now, when they fail to become disciples, they cling to the Path of the Original Mind and even gain a great reputation as the Path of the Original Mind's heirloom.

“Junior Sister Miaoqiong, I see you guarding this place, but I don’t see my wise, powerful, virtuous, and upright master. Did he foresee that thieves would visit today and, to prevent him from breaking his promise, run away to seek refuge?” Xiang Yuan said skillfully.

“What you say is very true, Senior Brother. That is indeed what Master said,” Miaoqiong said truthfully.

Xiang Yuan curled his lip, still using the same old routine, unchanged at all: "Alright, then I'll continue with the procedure. Before Master left, did he give you any instructions, or perhaps he gave you a brocade pouch with a small note inside, to pass on to the divination master who came to ask about the heavens?"

"Not yet."

"..."

How could it not be?
Xiang Yuan was startled. It was impossible for the simpleton not to have guessed his intentions. The fact that he avoided meeting him today and didn't even leave a secret gift could only mean that his two questions were too complicated for the simpleton to answer.

No, this isn't about being afraid to speak; it's clearly the riddle-maker's old habits kicking in again!
Xiang Yuan rolled his eyes. He could say whatever he wanted, but once the White House was in a better mood, he would find out.

Two minutes later, Xiang Yuan returned the way he came and saw that the NPC Master Miao Qiong was still there. The pretty boy immediately looked embarrassed and asked, "Junior sister, may I ask you one more time? Does Master have any secrets to impart to you?"

"Have."

"Then why did you just say you didn't?" Xiang Yuan was speechless.

"Master said that the Dharma should not be passed on lightly, and there must be a legitimate reason for learning it. If you leave without a trace, it means you have no affinity with the Dharma. Only by returning can you be said to have a connection with the Dharma, and only then can you show your sincere heart in seeking the divination. Only through perseverance can you achieve this..."

"Alright, alright, stop reading, my head hurts."

Xiang Yuan rubbed his temples. This was why he didn't want to come to the Path of the Heart, and also why Bai Gongzhu was so arrogant, yet he still clung to his sugar daddy.

Another day of being bothered by some idiot!
Xiang Yuan reached out and took the brocade pouch from Miao Qiong. He took out a piece of paper, which was blank on both sides. Holding the magical paper, he silently asked his first question.

What was the background of last week, and why did his footprints cover the entire world?
Sensing Xiang Yuan's doubts, a line of small words appeared on the magical note: "This matter is too great to be discussed lightly."

"I didn't tell you to speak lightly. Just write it down on paper. Besides, there are no outsiders here. I'm keeping it from Junior Sister Miaoqiong, so she can't see it." Xiang Yuan muttered loudly, making sure the NPC Miaoqiong heard him clearly.

The effect was so-so. Miaoqiong's skill in cultivating her inner energy was quite good. She simply ignored the message and did not respond to the magical note.

Helpless, Xiang Yuan asked himself a second question: Are there differences among the gods? Some are loyal to the Heavenly Emperor, while others are not?

The mysterious changes in the handwriting on the note: It concerns something too important to discuss lightly.

Snapped!
Xiang Yuan threw the brocade pouch and the note on the ground, and without saying a word, turned and left.

A moment later, they returned.

The pretty boy shoved himself close to Miao Qiong, almost touching her, and said menacingly, "Junior sister, take out the second brocade pouch!"

Miaoqiong nodded and took out the second brocade pouch.

Xiang Yuan grabbed it without saying a word to Miao Qiong. After opening the brocade pouch, he found another magical note.

He rolled his eyes, thinking to himself that it was unscrupulous. Before he could even ask a question, a line of text appeared on the note: "I'm not kidding you, you really shouldn't speak lightly. Now give up!"
I...

Xiang Yuan angrily threw down the brocade pouch and paper slip, then turned to look at Miao Qiong. The NPC had completed the task, put away the futon, and returned to her thatched hut to cultivate.

Now there's really no more tips.

Xiang Yuan: (Benefit)
Next time you come to Benxindao for divination, he's a complete idiot!

It is said that only after Xiang had strayed far from his original path and far from the borders of Northern Qi did he dare to point at a crooked tree and curse, but he did not dare to directly call him stupid, and he cursed Ji Boli's master.

"On the bright side, this trip wasn't entirely fruitless; it wasn't like I went looking for trouble."

Xiang Yuan comforted himself, saying that the trip had been quite fruitful. The less the simpleton said, the more curious he became. What was originally just one cat's paw scratching at his heart had now become a whole bunch of cat's paws scratching at his heart.

We've harvested quite a few hakimi!
Xiang Yuan could even imagine how happy the dimwit was, hiding in the shadows, when he saw him throw away two brocade pouches.

The visual impact of the scene was immense, dealing a devastating blow to Xiang Yuan, who desperately needed a White House magistrate who would answer all questions to soothe his wounded soul.

In this cultivation world where everyone is a riddle maker, a wealthy woman as open and generous as Bai Gongzhu is simply a rare breed.

Unfortunately, he can't find her. The rich woman doesn't like him because of their predestined marriage, so it's best not to try to impress her anytime soon.

After a while... if Xiang Yuan can endure it for a period of time, will he go against his true intentions and pursue the Way of the Heart?

After much thought, I realized I had to find the answers to these two questions today. Even if only one of them was answered, it would be good. Otherwise, even if I returned to the Overlord's Mansion with women on both sides, I wouldn't be happy.

He straightened his fingers, counting on his fingers, wondering where else he could find answers to his questions.

After subconsciously ignoring the broken sampan, they realized there was only one place to go—Kenshinzai!

In an instant, the sly smile of the Sword Master of the Door Crack—oops, the Sword Master of Plain Dye—rose into my mind. He rubbed his hands together like a fly, chuckling as he said, "You came without even bringing medicine."

Xiang Yuan's eyelids twitched. A question arose: should they go to Jianxinzhai?

He was almost detained as a family heirloom when he went to Jianxinzhai before. Now that the identity of Xi Wangmu’s pretty boy has been exposed, Menfeng Sword Master will definitely not let him go. Once he goes there, it will be difficult for him to get out.

"You can run away on the first day of the month, but you can't hide on the fifteenth. As long as I'm still in the Qianyuan Realm, it's only a matter of time before I fall into her hands..."

Xiang Yuan gritted his teeth and decided to go. Although the Sword Master of the Door Crack was shameless, he was not without weaknesses. He happened to have two weaknesses of the other party.

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Qingzhou, Bishui County.

In broad daylight, Xiang Yuan scaled the wall and entered the courtyard. He kicked open the door and rushed into the inner room, where he sat on the couch. In a great hurry, he pushed Zi Ping down and began to undo her belt.

Zi Ping was startled and quickly grabbed Xiang Yuan's hand, saying, "Playing is fine, but you can't do it for real!"

You two are supposed to be brothers, why would you want to have a child to solidify your brotherly bond?
"Stop fooling around, I'm in a hurry. This is Jianxinzhai's territory. Your master will be here to arrest me soon." Xiang Yuan reached out and loosened Zi Ping's hair.

If that's what you're saying, then A-Ping has no choice but to give in to you!

"You're right, we don't have much time left, let's hurry up."

Seeing that there was something to eat, Zi Ping thought to herself that her brother was very righteous. She was even more eager than Xiang Yuan, who was annoyed by her slow and indecisiveness. She flipped over Xiang Yuan and began to undo his belt.

Seeing that the two were disheveled and about to engage in their lovemaking, a barely perceptible spatial fluctuation spread out from the room. A slender hand reached out from it, grabbed Xiang Yuan's hair, lifted him up, and dragged him out from under Zi Ping.

“A-Yuan—”

Zi Ping cried out in grief and indignation, reaching out to grab at the air in front of her, but grasping nothing, only emptiness.

Upon confirming that her master had been abducted by her master, Zi Ping's face was filled with joy—no, it was filled with grievance. Without even tidying her clothes, she went to find Shang Qingmeng with her hair disheveled.

Half of the grievance was an act, and the other half was real.

"Master, you're really unscrupulous. I know you're in a hurry, but I haven't even tasted the medicine yet. How can you be so ungrateful..."

Zi Ping, muttering to herself, teleported to Jianxinzhai and appeared before Shang Qingmeng, disheveled: "Senior Sister, you must seek justice for us!"

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Sword Pillar Forbidden Land, Small Paradise.

Xiang Yuanjian, sitting cross-legged on the high platform of the spiritual spring with a half-smile, hurriedly raised his hand to stop him before he could speak.

Stop what?
Just as Su Ran Sword Master was puzzled, he saw Xiang Yuan take off his clothes, fold them neatly, and place them in a corner of the high platform. He then splashed into the water to start washing.

Sword Master Su Ran's face darkened, and he didn't know what to say for a moment. He snorted twice and said, "You're quite sensible!"

Impressive, isn't it? The skills practiced by Wushuang Palace are truly remarkable.

A moment later, Xiang Yuan washed himself clean, propped himself up on the edge of the platform, and looked as good as new, as if he had never used it.

The Sword Master Su Ran looked down at him with a smirk: "There's a saying that goes, everyone has to die eventually. Some wait to die, while others seek death. What you did was seek death, and the kind where you die with your eyes wide open!"

That sounds familiar; I think someone said it somewhere before.

Xiang Yuan thought to himself, "The door-crack sword master may not be big, but his mind is really small."

They're almost as good as him!

When Su Ran Sword Master was in the Lower Abyss Realm, he fell into the hands of a despicable couple and was severely beaten by Bai Wuyan. His clothes were stripped off several times, and he was also manipulated and threatened by Xiang Yuan. Under duress, he helped Bai Wuyan obtain West Kunlun.

Although he had gained a great deal of fun, making it worth the price of admission, seeing Bai Wuyan make a huge profit with her own eyes, and having her help, was more painful than killing her.

Today, I used their own methods against them, returning their words to Xiang Yuan. My frustration dissipated somewhat, and I'm finally less anxious.

But that's just the beginning; at most, they can only recover the interest.

She was fighting for her pride not to prove how great she was, but to tell everyone that she would take back what she had lost with her own hands!
Of course, the main purpose was to tell Bai Wuyan that her husband was really useful.

The Sword Master Su Ran couldn't help but smile as soon as he thought about it; setting aside his temperament, his smile was captivating.

She squinted her smiling eyes and grabbed Xiang Yuan's hair, as if afraid that he would run away. She clicked her tongue in amazement and said, "This lowly servant actually dared to let you out. I thought she would lock you up in Wushuang Palace for the rest of her life. Tell me, what's wrong with her? Isn't she afraid that you will fall into my hands and suffer all kinds of humiliation?"

"Sword Master is joking. And let's not even talk about the fact that you're not that kind of person..."

"That's the kind of person I am!"

Su Ran Sword Master interrupted him directly, loudly admitting his low moral character.

Judging from her expression and tone, she seemed proud rather than ashamed; she was quite arrogant.

"Sword Master, you really can't be that kind of person this time."

Xiang Yuan stared with dead fish eyes and said, "When the Palace Master released me from Wushuang Palace, I specifically asked what would happen if Jianxinzhai kept me as a treasure of the sect. The Palace Master didn't care and said that she understood the Sword Venerable's competitive spirit. She wouldn't keep me and restrict my freedom, let alone you. If I were kept, you would lose this round."

"So what if I lose? I've got the Queen Mother of the West's pretty boy. Let's see who gets anxious then."

With a wave of his hand, the Sword Master Su Ran revealed a large number of blood vessels within his sleeves. The blood-red veins climbed towards his chest, shoulders, and neck, as if to be squeezed dry.

When they descended to the Abyss Realm, neither Bai Wuyan nor Su Ran Sword Master's primordial spirit injuries had fully healed. When Bai Wuyan returned to Wushuang Palace, she had a female guest in a small grotto-heaven who provided her with personal treatment from a pharmacist. The treatment included a full range of services, from healing to a comprehensive health care package.

Su Ran Sword Master had nothing, so he secluded himself to lick his wounds, secretly thinking that the elixir of immortality had come at just the right time, and because it was Bai Wuyan's pretty boy, it was especially comfortable to use.

It's a pity we couldn't meet in person this time!

Just as the straw touched Xiang Yuan's body, Su Ran Sword Master seemed to realize something and waved his hand to retract it all.

"???"

Just as Xiang Yuan was wondering what was going on, an invisible force pulled him out of the water and placed him in a cross-legged position on a high platform.

"Raise your head, I remember how this lowly servant obtained the medicine..."

Su Ran Sword Master stared at Xiang Yuan's neck with shining eyes. Previously, she had restrained herself, considering Shang Qingmeng and Zi Ping, and tried to avoid physical contact with Xiang Yuan when getting medicine. However, with the addition of a White Palace Master, the situation immediately changed.

On a sudden inspiration, the Bull-Headed Sword Master decided to enjoy VIP treatment from Bai Wuyan.

Xiang Yuan rolled his eyes, picked up a black robe from the side and wrapped it around his waist: "Sword Master, don't use your competitive spirit on such strange things. Think about Fairy Shang, she... and A Ping. If they find out, you'll be in trouble."

"They won't know."

"Yes, because I have a mouth."

"..."

Su Ran Sword Master glanced at the entrance to the small cave and saw Shang Qingmeng pounding on the door with red eyes, while Zi Ping covered her face and her shoulders trembled as if she was wiping away tears. Although she was shouting fiercely, her momentum had softened.

We don't need this VIP treatment!

Upon hearing this, Xiang Yuan lowered his head, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. Just as he had expected, the Sword Master of the Door Crack still had a bottom line.

"Hmm, what's with that glint in your eyes? I know, you're doing this on purpose to manipulate me!"

Su Ran Sword Master snorted coldly, floated up and sat cross-legged in Yuan's arms, and opened his mouth to bite down on Yuan's neck.

She saw it all. She didn't want to do it in the first place. It was Xiang Yuan who provoked her first and was presumptuous. Luckily, she was discerning and saw through him on the spot, otherwise she would have been fooled.

My disciples, don't panic. I'm not targeting you. I'm only after that lowly servant girl surnamed Bai.

Click!

Wow, that's some thick skin!

(End of this chapter)