I forge immortality with a pagoda.

Yu Dingguan bowed his head and replied, "Father, I have already visited my uncle and conveyed your message in full."

How did he respond?

"My uncle said that there are still many matters to be dealt with at the temple, and he cannot return with me immediately. We will have to wait a few more days before we can set off."

Yu Dingguan lowered his head and calculated with his fingers, "It seems the time is almost up."

He paused briefly before continuing his report: "My uncle specifically instructed that Father should not easily resort to force against Xianguo. If he truly angers the Zhan Yue faction behind Xian Jinyue, I fear... his life may be in danger."

Upon hearing this, Yu Yihu's eyebrows shot up sharply: "Then what brings him here?"

"My uncle said that the main reason for his visit was to see his mother, whom he had missed very much after not seeing her for many days."

Yu Yihu sighed deeply, his face showing helplessness.

There are dozens of small sects in the Southern Region. The sect leaders of these sects are mostly at the Foundation Establishment stage. Although they are nominally the leaders of their sects, they do not have much autonomy. If they do not rely on a major sect, they will find it difficult to survive in this cruel world of cultivation.

People like Liexing Valley are extremely rare.

Although the Zhan Yue Sect is only a small sect in the Southern Region, it is an unshakeable behemoth to a ruler of such a small country.

Without sufficient cultivation, all ambitions are just empty talk.

Although he had reached the third level of Qi Refining, which could be considered as entering the realm of ordinary Qi, it was as difficult as ascending to heaven to advance further.

"It seems that this Xian Kingdom is not to be touched." His tone was filled with resentment.

Just then, a cloud-piercing flying boat broke through the clouds in the distance and hovered directly above the palace.

Immediately afterward, a deafening roar like thunderclap from a clear sky was heard, and the flying boat landed violently in the palace garden!

In an instant, many palace cultivators sprang into action upon hearing the commotion, leaping out from all directions to surround the uninvited boat.

Yu Yihu reacted extremely quickly, appearing close to the airship the instant it landed.

Two teams of golden-armored warriors also swarmed out of the hall, their armor clanging, exuding a chilling aura, ready for battle.

Yu Yihu could see clearly that the flying boat was of extraordinary quality, and the pilot was no ordinary person.

He was about to step forward, slightly clasp his hands in greeting, and prepare to speak when he saw a familiar figure slowly descending from the flying boat.

His facial muscles instantly stiffened, his smile froze, and then turned into utter disbelief as he blurted out, "It's you!! Shen Yu!!"

Yu Dingguan was also horrified: "You're still alive?!"

The cultivators present looked at each other, their expressions varied.

They, as cultivators from the same country, had naturally heard about Daoist Yunhui's past acceptance of disciples, and had some interaction with him.

They were not unaware of the rumors that Shen Yu and his master, Daoist Yunhui, had been framed by Yu Yihu.

Seeing that Shen Yu was not only alive but also dared to return to Yu Kingdom alone, everyone had a vague idea of ​​his purpose.

"You actually dare to come back?" Yu Yihu's gaze swept around, confirming that only Shen Yu was there. Slightly relieved, he then sneered, "Looks like that old ghost Yun Hui is finally dead, isn't he?"

Shen Yu remained expressionless, but a surge of anger rose within him.

"Our master spent his entire life detached from worldly affairs, caring deeply for the people of Yu Kingdom. And you, Yu Yihu, not only show no gratitude, but also coveted our master's life savings, plotting to kill him. You truly deserve to die!"

"Hahaha!" Yu Yihu burst into wild laughter. "That old bastard hoarded many rare treasures but refused to share them with everyone. He deserved to be killed by my scheme!"

His laughter vanished, his face suddenly contorting into a ferocious grin: "Hand over everything you have obediently, and I'll be in a good mood; perhaps I'll even grant you a complete corpse!"

Before he finished speaking, Yu Yihu suddenly released his true qi, and five-colored light flowed around him, enveloping him with an imposing aura.

Shen Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, a chill running through him.

He didn't expect Yu Yihu to have made another breakthrough and successfully refined true qi. Moreover, judging from the strength of his true qi, it didn't seem like a temporary breakthrough. His realm was definitely at least at the third level, if not the fourth level. He must have been immersed in this realm for many years.

He sneered, "You're quite lucky. I'm afraid your Qi cultivation technique was stolen from my master's legacy, wasn't it?"

The hearts of He Chen Sanren, Yang Yue Daoren, Yu Song Lao Dao, and others standing to the side were already in turmoil.

Although they knew that Yu Yihu had cultivated true qi, they were still shocked to personally experience this powerful aura.

After weighing the situation in his mind, he knew that even if the group joined forces, they would be no match for this cunning and highly skilled king.

Seeing that Shen Yu remained calm and composed, Yu Dingguan felt a sudden surge of anxiety for no apparent reason. He shouted, "Enough nonsense! My father is a man who values ​​talent. Shen Yu, if you know what's good for you, kneel down and surrender immediately, willing to become a member of the Yu family. Perhaps my father will show mercy and spare your life!"

"A clown jumping around." Shen Yu smiled contemptuously.

The next moment, an aura far more mysterious and vast than Yu Yihu's emanated from his body, instantly enveloping the entire area.

This aura was immeasurably more profound than Yu Yihu's true qi.

"What—?!?" He Chen Sanren exclaimed in shock.

The other Taoist priests were also greatly shocked, staring incredulously at the figure in the arena.

The source of that vast and powerful true energy was none other than Shen Yu, who stood firmly in the arena.

His clothes were fluttering in the wind, his aura was unfathomable, and he was surrounded by a faint glow, as if he were a god descending to earth.

Yu Yihu was terrified and trembled all over.

This kid has actually cultivated true qi?

Moreover, this aura of true qi was clearly of a higher grade than his five-colored true qi, and by a significant margin!

"How did he cultivate true qi? It's only been a short time!"

A genius of unparalleled talent.

These four words were all that could be thought of in Yu Yihu's mind.

An irresistible emotion welled up inside me.

But he quickly suppressed it.

His gaze turned sinister, and he shouted sharply, "Shen Yu, don't think that just because you've refined True Qi, you can contend with me!"

With a flick of his wrist, a longbow, gleaming silver and adorned with coiled dragons, was in his hand.

He drew the bowstring taut with all his might, frantically pouring in his true energy. A sharp silver light, like a shooting star chasing the moon, shot straight at Shen Yu's face!

"A mid-grade talisman!" Yang Yue and He Chen exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.

Mid-grade talismanic artifacts are treasures they can't even get their hands on; they might have to spend all their wealth to acquire just one.

For ordinary Qi Refining cultivators, mid-grade talismans are already a great threat, requiring them to deal with them with all their might; a slight mistake could result in death or serious injury.

In contrast, Shen Yu merely raised a finger slightly.

The true energy in his body immediately converged in one place, and then transformed into a raging dragon, flying forward.

The two forces collided with a deafening roar!

With a gentle twist and turn, the silver light shattered into countless starlight points and vanished.

The true qi seemed completely unharmed, its momentum undiminished, and it crashed solidly into Yu Yihu's protective true qi.

Immediately, Yu Yihu was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

His face suddenly flushed red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The protective true qi was also fluctuating violently, flickering unpredictably, clearly being completely suppressed by the extremely high-ranking Primordial Profound True Qi.

"Just what grade of true qi is this?! It can actually withstand a mid-grade talisman without suffering the slightest damage!!"

The onlookers were already in a state of shock, and a legendary name was almost on the verge of being mentioned—Ninth-Order True Qi!

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