Shou Yuan Loses His Spirit Transformation Opportunity

Shouxian Pavilion, in a remote cave abode.

The cave abode was not large, but its furnishings were quite tasteful.

Several landscape paintings and calligraphy scrolls hung on the stone walls, and Calming Incense burned in the corner, blue smoke curling upward.

Four cultivators sat beside a stone table: True Lord Shouyuan, Zhang Demao, Liu Wenyuan, and Zhao Zhiyuan.

True Lord Shouyuan leaned back in his stone chair and sighed. "Ah! With the sect arranging things like this, where does that leave us?"

Zhang Demao's facial expression changed, and he said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Shouyuan, mind your words. Although the soundproof barrier is active, our martial uncles possess vast divine abilities. If they happen to hear..."

True Lord Shouyuan waved a hand. "What's there to fear? A Fourth Order soundproof barrier—anyone below Spirit Transformation can't hear us. Our martial uncles and martial elders won't be so bored as to eavesdrop on our conversation."

Liu Wenyuan stroked his beard and said slowly, "Senior Brother Shouyuan is right. The sect is sending us to Witch Curse Sea in three days. Isn't that just sending us to our deaths? That Asura is at Deity Transformation peak, and he even has the Purple Gold Banner in his hands. If people like us go, what can we do?"

Zhao Zhiyuan nodded, his tone heavy. "Exactly. We only just came out of Primordial Beginning Hall, and our injuries haven't even healed yet. Now the sect is sending us to Witch Curse Sea. This arrangement truly... doesn't treat us like human beings."

True Lord Shouyuan gritted his teeth. "Who says otherwise? I, Shouyuan, have cultivated for a thousand years and risked life and limb for Shouxian Pavilion, only to be treated as cannon fodder in the end."

Zhang Demao hurriedly said, "Senior Brother Shouyuan, keep