Yuanshi: A Golden Immortal? You can kill me with one punch?

Hongjun rushed back to the palace. The death of that incarnation just now naturally caused him backlash.

But fortunately, he didn't die.

Yet his mind drifted back to that one in the South Sea.

Unable to help himself, he inquired from the Heavenly Dao, still unhealed from its injuries.

"Heavenly Dao, what cultivation level is that one in the South Sea?"

In an instant, Hongjun's expression shifted, tinged with a hint of bewilderment.

Then, without wiping the blood still hanging at the corner of his mouth, he sat up.

"Golden Immortal? Impossible, this absolutely cannot be a Golden Immortal!"

But after speaking, the Heavenly Dao seemed to offer another piece of information.

Several Dao patterns condensed in the air.

"That is a Golden Immortal. Even if you asked the Great Dao today, that one would still be a Golden Immortal."

Staring at the Dao patterns, Hongjun's eyes flickered with uncertainty.

Yet inwardly, he cursed darkly.

You're telling me this is a Golden Immortal?

Have you ever seen a Golden Immortal who beats down a Saint?

Have you ever seen a Golden Immortal who forces a Saint into internal injury with a single beam of golden light?

If your Golden Immortals are like this, what use is your Heavenly Dao?

When he reaches the Great Luo stage, will he be playing around with the Great Dao?

Are you fooling ghosts?

But clearly, it wasn't a Golden Immortal—so why did the Heavenly Dao claim it was?

Even going so far as to say that if one asked the Great Dao, that one would still be a Golden Immortal?

At this, Hongjun felt somewhat lost.

He didn't know what had happened.

Nor did he understand why this was so.

But unable to get a clear answer, he had to give up, silently resolving in his heart never to provoke that one unless necessary.

No sooner had he thought this than he heard someone discussing him.

The abilities of a Heavenly Dao Saint.

But upon hearing this, Hongjun grew somewhat irritated.

Everything Nuwa had just said fell into his ears.

"Damn it, why is there a Great Power? Why must it be so?"

"The Heavenly Dao's major trends cannot be changed; minor trends can."

"Heavenly Dao, if I use all my strength now, do I have the ability to fight that one?"

Before his words faded, it seemed he got the answer he wanted.

A flicker of joy crossed Hongjun's heart, and he turned his gaze outside the Purple Cloud Palace.

"Once I finish my sermon and merge with the Heavenly Dao, I will fight that one. This variable must be slain!"

With that, he closed his eyes.

Above the South Sea, Cheng Yue, who was cultivating and comprehending the Dao, opened his eyes.

A chill ran down his back in the unseen.

This feeling wasn't pleasant—as if someone had set their sights on him.

An indescribable discomfort.

He counted on his fingers, but under the Great Dao of Heaven's Mechanism, he could deduce nothing.

"The Great Dao has withdrawn, and the Heavenly Dao remains in the world—truly a bit troublesome."

After saying this, he paid no further heed and continued cultivating with closed eyes.

Completely unaware that Hongjun in the Purple Cloud Palace had already resolved to merge with the Heavenly Dao and then come to kill him.

Outside the Purple Cloud Palace, aside from Fuxi, no one dared approach Nuwa's side.

Nuwa, however, couldn't care less.

Beside her, Fuxi spoke up.

"Sister, what you said just now will surely offend the Saint. How about we leave now?"

Nuwa shook her head, standing there with an air of dominance.

"I'll stay right here. I'm going to listen to this Dao today, and I'd like to see if Hongjun dares to do anything to me."

After she spoke, Fuxi sensed that his sister seemed to have some backing.

"Sister, what cultivation level is the master you've taken? Could it be a Sage?"

Nuwa thought it over, then finally shook her head.

"No, it's a Golden Immortal."

The moment she said this, Fuxi was dumbfounded.

Many around who heard this couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Yuanshi, who had just sat down, now rose to his feet.

"A Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal actually bows to a Golden Immortal as a master. You sure know how to bend and stretch—and you even dare to mock a Sage."

Nuwa clenched her fists at that.

Her face full of anger, she stood up and said, "My master is a Golden Immortal, that's true. But if he threw a punch, you might die. Do you believe that?"

Yuanshi grinned, a hint of disdain in his voice.

"Anyone can brag. A punch from him and I'd die? Haha, that's a real laugh, poor Daoist."

Nuwa pulled out a Wooden Token, ready to activate it, when the Boy Servant at the gate of Purple Cloud Palace stepped forward.

"This is Purple Cloud Palace, the Sage's domain. Any more noise, and you'll be expelled!"

Yuanshi snorted coldly, then turned to Nuwa.

"Since you're so confident, after the lecture ends, I'll meet this Golden Immortal master of yours. I want to see how a single punch from him could kill me."

A hint of a smile curled at the corner of Nuwa's mouth.

"Fine. Just don't run away then, and don't kneel begging for mercy."

Fuxi, beside her, was already anxious and tried to persuade her.

"Sister, you're being reckless. How can a mere Golden Immortal withstand the assault of the Three Pure Ones?"

Nuwa shook her head and sent a voice transmission directly to Fuxi.

"Elder Brother, don't panic. My master's cultivation path is different from ours. His Golden Immortal realm is on par with what Sages aim for. Before Hongjun attained the Dao, he met my master and nearly died."

"If the Heavenly Dao hadn't intervened back then, that guy would never have attained the Dao."

"And in my master's eyes, our cultivation is merely at the Heavenly Immortal level."

Fuxi was stunned. The implication was that this Golden Immortal could overpower a Sage?

He found it hard to believe, but seeing Nuwa's unwavering confidence, doubt crept into his mind.

Finally, he sighed.

He decided that after the lecture, he'd go with his sister to see for himself.

If she couldn't hold her own, he might at least help her escape.

If her words were true, he might even seek to become a disciple himself.

But the Three Pure Ones were still a troublesome matter.

Countless people sat in Purple Cloud Palace, waiting slowly as the crowd grew larger.

Many who saw Nuwa wanted to approach and chat.

But after learning what had happened earlier, they all held back.

Every one of them feared that their actions might incur a Sage's displeasure.

Hongjun, inside Purple Cloud Palace, had witnessed everything.

Seeing Yuanshi's behavior, anger simmered within him.

"Useless fool. You want to take a punch? Can you even handle it? Useless! I couldn't take it—how could you?"

"If you're so eager to die, why did fate tie you to me as a disciple?"

"Heavenly Dao, I feel this disciple should be expelled. He'll get us both killed sooner or later!"

Despite his words, the Heavenly Dao gave no response.

A dark glint flickered in Hongjun's eyes. If this fool wanted to die, let him.

It wasn't his job to clean up the mess—whoever wanted to could do it.

By now, Hongjun had given up on caution. In the end, the Heavenly Dao would have to handle the fallout.

But that was still better than him getting beaten up!