My path to immortality was smooth sailing.

Wei Jing remained expressionless, pushing the Cloud-Breaking Shuttle to its limit.

Wei Long squinted, gripping the edge of the shuttle tightly with both hands. The wind cut like a knife, painfully scraping his dough.

"A fierce battle is raging in Liushi Town, and we haven't sensed the aura of a Foundation Establishment Demon." Wei Yun's expression was serious, and Wei Jing nodded.

Immediately, the Cloud-Breaking Shuttle accelerated again, moving as swiftly as a streak of light.

The streak of light flashed past and plunged straight into the black mist of Liushi Town.

"Who is it?"

"Has the Wei family's reinforcement arrived?"

The anger that Wei Jing had been suppressing erupted at this moment.

"Demonic beasts!!" Wei Jing's eyes turned red. He raised his hand and unleashed a burst of scorching flames, tearing through a corner of the black mist and revealing several figures.

The next moment, a series of wind blades swept past, and several disciples of the demonic sect were instantly decapitated.

"What?" someone exclaimed from within the black mist.

Then, several dark figures flew out and surrounded Wei Jing and the others.

"Wei Jing!" Elder Hong Gu looked up, staring in astonishment at Wei Jing and the other two.

"Why are you here?" she asked anxiously. In her mind, these three were still children and should not be involved in such dangerous matters.

But the next moment, she shut up.

Wei Jing suddenly lunged out, a short sword in his hand flashing with light, instantly killing several demonic sect disciples at the fifth or sixth level of Qi Refining.

Then, Wei Jing once again piloted the Cloud-Breaking Shuttle, flying towards the southeast corner of the town.

"This child," Elder Honggu sighed.

"puff!"

The Seventh Elder, Wei Dao, spat out a mouthful of black blood. His entire body was emitting black smoke, his face was pale, and his lips were blue.

"Ahem, let's join forces, this demon is a bit troublesome," Wei Dao said urgently. Elder Hong Gu stood with him without saying a word.

"Heh heh! Come at me all at once!"

"Anyway, I have plenty of time, so I'll just spend some time playing with you guys."

……

"Wei Jing, do you remember where your home is?" Wei Long asked in confusion.

He watched as Wei Jing had already circled several times in the sky.

"It should be around here." Wei Jing looked anxious. He vaguely remembered that his family had mentioned it in a letter last time, and it was in the southeast corner of the town.

Suddenly, his ears twitched, and he heard a roar.

"You beast! Stop!" Wei Musheng roared angrily.

"Leave this woman to me!"

"Heh heh! This is still a virgin, and she's so beautiful."

"Perfect for taking back and turning into a puppet."

A young man dressed in a black robe stood in the center of the courtyard, one hand gripping a girl's neck, lifting her into the air, his scarlet eyes flashing with an eerie light.

Meanwhile, Mu Wanyun had already fainted on the ground.

Only Wei Musheng remained, his emotions running high and roaring incessantly. Unfortunately, he was bound by a wisp of black energy and unable to move.

"Hehehe, don't be in such a hurry! I love to torture and kill rich dogs like you the most."

"Watching your wife and children being tortured to death must be incredibly satisfying."

"Hehehe!"

Wei Qiuyue turned pale with fright and trembled all over.

"You, let me go! My brother is an immortal. If you dare to touch us, he won't let you get away with it!" Wei Qiuyue said, tears streaming down her face, unable to look directly at the group.

"Haha! An immortal? A cultivator from the Wei family? After today, even if he is the Foundation Establishment Ancestor of the Wei family, he will not escape death." A short demonic cultivator with one eye missing laughed wildly.

Last year, when his master celebrated his 100th birthday, he gouged out one of his own eyes as a birthday gift.

His fellow disciples were all very devoted; some offered their heart's blood, some cut out their tongues, and the eldest disciple even donated one of his kidneys.

He, on the other hand, had one eye gouged out.

"Hawkeye, why waste time talking to them? Let's finish this and move on to the next one," another man in black robes urged.

"good!"

After saying that, the one-eyed demonic cultivator reached out and struck out with his palm. A beam of dark light shot out from his palm and struck Wei Musheng and Mu Wanyun.

Wei Musheng was in despair. He stared wide-eyed at the four demonic cultivators in front of him, as if trying to imprint their appearances into his mind.

"clank!"

A sharp glint appeared, and the Po Jun short sword pierced the ground in front of Wei Musheng, its sharp light scattering the dark light.

Wei Jing breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, he made it in time.

"Who goes there?" The four demonic cultivators were immediately shocked.

"The one who will kill you!" Wei Jing sneered.

"Arrogant!"

Wei Jing remained silent, flicking his fingers in quick succession, sending scorching fireballs hurtling towards the four of them from every angle.

He appeared in the courtyard in an instant, like a ghost.

"Bang! Bang!"

After several explosions, one corpse was left on the spot, while the bodies of the other three were blown to ashes and disappeared.

"Wei Jing, it's a fake body, they've escaped!" Wei Jun called out hurriedly.

Wei Long then darted out and chased after the fleeing black mists.

"Still trying to run?" Wei Jing drew his Broken Army Blade, activated the Light Wind Technique, and disappeared from the spot like a phantom.

"Where are you going, you little devil at the fifth or sixth level of Qi Refining? Die!" Wei Long shouted, spitting out a scorching flame that struck one person in the back.

"what!"

Flames burned, and the next moment Wei Long delivered another blow, slapping his head with a palm strike, sending this little devil to his death.

"Hmph, among those of the same rank, I, Wei Long, am practically invincible."

On this trip, he finally felt that he was of some use.

In the Spirit Mist Forest, he barely exerted any effort; Wei Jing and Wei Yun did all the work, while he simply won without lifting a finger.

Now, they've finally secured the first kill.

On the other side, Wei Yun caught up with one person and killed him on the spot.

Wei Jing carried the short, one-eyed demonic cultivator back to the courtyard, but by then he was on the verge of death.

Upon seeing the three return, with one of them still carrying the brutal demonic cultivator, Wei Musheng immediately came over to bow and express his gratitude.

"Thank you for your help, Immortal. I am deeply grateful." Wei Musheng bowed repeatedly, and even knelt down to express his gratitude.

Wei Yun and Wei Long exchanged a glance and then turned their heads away at the same time.

Both of them knew that Wei Musheng was Wei Jing's father.

However, Wei Jing left home at a young age and had not returned for ten years, so his appearance had changed quite a bit, which was normal for Wei Musheng not to recognize him.

Wei Jing dared not let his own father kneel down, so he quickly helped the two of them up and then went to check on Mu Wanyun's condition.

Thankfully, she only fainted.

"Sister Wei Yun, give me a Rejuvenation Pill," Wei Jing said.

At the same time, he slowly injected a wisp of the spiritual power of the Yi Wood Gen Earth Technique into Mu Wanyun's body. The gentle green-yellow spiritual light traveled along her meridians, gradually dispelling the remaining demonic energy in her body.

Then Mu Wanyun slowly opened her eyes.

"Thank you, immortal! Thank you, immortal!" Wei Musheng was moved to tears.

Wei Qiuyue was supporting her mother from the side.

Wei Yun and Wei Long looked strange; they hadn't even recognized him yet!

"Ahem, no need for formalities. As members of the Wei family, protecting the mortal world is our duty." Wei Jing coughed lightly twice.

Then he fed a Rejuvenation Pill to Mu Wanyun, who opened her eyes and stared at Wei Jing.

Suddenly, tears streamed down her face.

"Jing'er, you are my Jing'er."

Wei Musheng was shocked. He felt that his wife was dizzy. She was about to offend the immortal. How could this powerful and dashing young immortal be Jing'er?

In his memory, his Jing'er was still that thin, dark-skinned little baby.

Wei Jing felt a pang of sadness. He had left home as a child, and the path to immortality was long and winding. Looking back, ten years had passed.

"It's me, Mother, it's Jing'er." Wei Jing nodded, her eyes already moist.

Wei Musheng stared wide-eyed at the dashing young man before him, then suddenly broke into a silly grin.