After guarding the gates for a hundred years, I drove the Heavenly Saint to madness.

Jiepai Pass, General's Mansion.

As the immortals of the Chan Sect retreated in disarray, the malevolent aura that had enveloped the pass gradually receded and sank back into the earth's veins.

The three-hundred-foot-tall Five Elements Pine Tree swayed gently, casting dappled light that repaired the cracks in the city wall.

Inside the gazebo in the backyard.

Xiao Wuji had already put away all the magical treasures and was now holding a white cloth, slowly wiping the bloodstains on the Zhuxian Sword—it was the blood of Taiyi Zhenren.

Beside him, the Holy Mother of Wudang, though always protecting him, was now restless.

Her beautiful eyes were fixed on Xiao Wuji, and she hesitated several times before speaking, her expression extremely complicated.

That battle just now had a huge impact on her.

If it were the Immortal Execution Sword, she could understand; it was a gift from her master. But if it were the Heaven-Turning Seal, it was stolen.

but……

That bell!

"Junior brother..."

The Holy Mother of Wudang finally couldn't hold back any longer.

She stretched out her finger and pointed to the fading Xuanhuang aura between Xiao Wuji's eyebrows, her voice trembling slightly.

"This clock..."

"After Donghuang Taiyi's fall, the Chaos Bell disappeared without a trace. Even several sages searched the entire prehistoric world but couldn't find it. How did it end up in your hands?"

This is a very big problem.

It's so powerful that if word got out, the entire primordial world would tremble. Possessing a supreme innate treasure—this is something even sages would covet!

Xiao Wuji paused slightly as he wiped his sword.

He slowly raised his head, looked at the astonished and nervous Holy Mother Wudang, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

"Senior sister, the opportunities in this world are truly wondrous."

Xiao Wuji blinked and said sincerely, "If I said that I accidentally picked this up while I was out for a walk during my guard duty, would you believe me?"

The Holy Mother of Wudang: "..."

She looked at Xiao Wuji's harmless face, and her lips twitched violently a few times.

You found it?

Why don't you say it cried and begged to acknowledge you as its master?

That's a priceless treasure! Do you think it's as common as cabbage?

Seeing that Xiao Wuji didn't want to say more, the Holy Mother Wudang wisely refrained from pressing him further.

Everyone has their own secrets, and as long as the secret is beneficial to the Jie Sect, that's enough.

"Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't."

The Holy Mother of Wudang sighed, and her gaze softened.

"No matter what, if it weren't for this treasure to hold us back today, even with the Immortal Execution Sword, things would probably not have ended well."

"But this matter can only be done once, not twice. I suggest you return to Jin'ao Island with me, since that bell is of great importance."

……

Meanwhile, high above, in the Antarctic Eternal Heaven.

Unlike the battlefield of Xiqi, which was filled with carnage and bloodshed, this place seemed like another world.

Auspicious clouds swirl around, and a thousand streams of propitious air emanate from them. Cranes dance gracefully in the clouds, and deer stroll leisurely through the forest.

The air is filled with a rich aura of longevity; inhaling it can prolong one's life.

A streak of light stumbled through the clouds, shattering the tranquility. Guang Chengzi, dragging his heavily wounded body, landed in front of the Changsheng Palace with a ashen face.

Looking at this peaceful paradise before him, and thinking about the humiliation he had suffered in the camp, Guang Chengzi felt his frustration was about to explode.

"Please inform them."

Guang Chengzi suppressed his anger and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace at the White Crane Boy guarding the gate: "Guang Chengzi requests an audience with Senior Brother Antarctic."

Although the White Crane Boy was just a gatekeeper, he was still a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister. When he saw Guang Chengzi in such a disheveled state, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He then slowly bowed and said, "So you are Uncle Guangchengzi. Please wait a moment, Uncle, while I go and report to him."

Having said that, he actually left Guang Chengzi standing outside the door and turned to go inside.

This wait lasted for an hour.

Guang Chengzi stood outside the palace gate, his chest wound throbbing, and the humiliation in his heart growing wildly like weeds.

But he dared not leave, nor dared he cause a scene. Right now, he needed someone's help.

Finally, the palace gates slowly opened.

"Please come in, Uncle-Master."

Guang Chengzi took a deep breath, straightened his tattered Taoist robe, and walked in with his head down.

Inside the Longevity Palace, an elderly man with a ruddy complexion sat beside a snow-white divine deer, teasing it with a ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in his hand.

Upon seeing Guang Chengzi enter, the Antarctic Immortal seemed to only then notice him, feigning surprise as he raised his longevity eyebrows:

"Oh? Isn't this Guang Chengzi, the leader of the Twelve Golden Immortals of our Chan Sect, and the junior brother who wields the Heaven-Turning Seal?"

The Antarctic Immortal smiled and looked Guang Chengzi up and down, his gaze as if he were looking at a rare object.

"How did you end up like this? Ragged clothes, and barely breathing..."

"Tsk tsk tsk, what's wrong? Where's your Heaven-Turning Seal? Didn't you bring it with you today?"

This is no greeting; it's a knife stabbing Guang Chengzi in the heart!

Guang Chengzi was so angry that he trembled all over, and his fists, hidden in his sleeves, clenched so tightly that they cracked.

Which pot is not open to mention which pot!

But can he turn against him? No.

"Senior Brother is joking..."

Guang Chengzi forced out a humble smile, and even had to lower his usually noble head:

"Junior brother has come here to ask senior brother for a favor."

"The war in Xiqi is critical. Those wicked disciples of the Jie Sect have extraordinary abilities. Junior Brother Taiyi... he's on the list."

"Oh?"

The old man from the South Pole paused slightly in the lingzhi in his hand, his playful expression softened, and a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.

Taiyi Zhenren is dead? He was the foremost among the Twelve Golden Immortals. Although he only had the cultivation of the peak of the Great Luo realm, his combat power was enough to make even a Quasi-Saint take notice.

Seeing this, Guang Chengzi dared not conceal anything and told him everything that had happened at Jiepai Pass, including the Zhuxian Sword, the Chaos Bell, and the strange Wu Clan formation.

Of course, the details of how he lost the Zhuxian Sword and how he escaped were glossed over, with the emphasis being on Xiao Wuji's treacherousness and cunning.

"The Chaos Bell?"

After listening to the story, the Antarctic Immortal slowly stood up. His originally hunched body now exuded a quasi-saintly aura as deep and vast as the ocean.

He stroked his long beard, his gaze becoming incredibly profound.

"That Chaos Bell has been missing ever since the Demon Emperor died. If that's true, then this kid's luck is truly heaven-defying."

He glanced at the meek and submissive Guang Chengzi and sneered inwardly.

Normally, these twelve Golden Immortals are arrogant and look down on him, a nobody. But now that something has happened, they've remembered him, their eldest brother.

but……

"That's enough."

The Old Man of the South Pole spoke calmly, his tone carrying an air of complete control.

"Since even the Twelve Golden Immortals have died, if I don't take action, outsiders will say that my Chan Sect has no one to rely on, and it will also make my master lose face."

"Very well, I will accompany you on this journey."

The Antarctic Immortal casually summoned a dragon-patterned walking stick and gently tapped it into the void.

"I'm also very curious about Xiao Wuji's true abilities."

Hearing this, Guang Chengzi felt humiliated, but he still breathed a long sigh of relief.

If the Antarctic Immortal is willing to take action, Xiao Wuji will surely die!

This is a veteran powerhouse at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, who has served a Saint for many years. He is a truly gifted individual, far superior to Ran Deng.