Sending More Old Immortals to Their Coffins

Clearly, now was not a good time for torture. They still had to hurry to Gouchen Grotto-Heaven, persuade the Immortal Empress to join them against the Immortal Court's invasion, and buy time for the Imperial Court.

Su Yun called Su Qingqing out. Yingying continued teaching Su Qingqing as the three of them traveled onward.

Su Qingqing asked curiously, "Where is that old grandpa from earlier?"

"In the coffin!" Yingying shrugged. Thump, thump—knocking sounded again from the golden coffin on her back.

Su Qingqing jumped in fright. "Old Grandpa was buried so quickly? He was still full of spirit just now!"

Yingying hastily explained, "He's still alive. He probably just refuses to talk. Once we get back to the Imperial Court, we'll hang him up and beat him."

She said earnestly, "There are many bad people in this world. Take that old grandpa just now—he had the bearing of an immortal and looked like an enlightened cultivator, but his belly was full of bad water. When you meet someone like that, you can't talk rules with him. His cultivation is higher than yours, yet he doesn't talk rules with you. If you talk rules with him, you'll die."

Su Qingqing nodded, half understanding and half confused.

At Jiashen Blessed Land, Yue Zhaoquan and the other old immortals waited and waited, but Hermit Xishan never returned. As they grew anxious, Yue Zhaoquan suddenly laughed. "I know!"

The old immortals hurriedly looked toward him.

Yue Zhaoquan laughed. "Brother Xishan probably failed to subdue Holy Emperor Su, so he instead followed Holy Emperor Su. He truly has the nerve to show his face. I admire him!"

Another old immortal chuckled. "Fisherman, how do you know Hermit Xishan followed Holy Emperor Su rather than subdued him?"

Yue Zhaoquan said, "My abilities are just a tiny