Beating and Praising at the Same Time, Pummeling Zhunti for Over a Hundred Years

Although the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree was not an Innate Spiritual Treasure, it had been refined from the Bodhi Tree, one of the Ten Great Innate Spiritual Roots and Zhunti's true form, into a supreme treasure that had enabled him to attain the Dao.

This treasure also belonged to the innate category and possessed the ability to brush away anything.

In terms of power, it was in no way inferior to an ordinary High-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure and was even somewhat superior.

Moreover, as Zhunti's cultivation increased, so would the power of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree.

However, what shocked Zhunti about that last sweep was that he had brushed away nothing at all, as though the attack had landed in the void.

"Daoist friend, Daoist friend, you brought this death upon yourself! Don't blame this poor Daoist for disregarding martial ethics! Take this poor Daoist's Void Hand!"

Hong Yun's icy voice came from behind him, and Zhunti immediately felt a chill run down his back.

How could he dare hesitate? He turned around and was about to face the enemy.

Unfortunately, everything was already too late.

With Hong Yun prepared while Zhunti was caught off guard, how could Zhunti react in time? Not to mention that Hong Yun's cultivation and realm were both superior to Zhunti's.

Hong Yun infused his palm with rich Mana, and it bloomed with a blood-red radiance that seemed to devour people.

A thousand-meter giant palm condensed from Mana and cloud qi, carrying immense force, slammed heavily into Zhunti's back.

It was as if he were swatting a fly.

"Pfft!"

A mist of blood gushed from Zhunti's mouth, dyeing the void red.

His thin body smashed heavily into the ground,

"Boom!"

As the giant palm descended, it sent endless dust billowing into the air. The immense force instantly smashed a ten-thousand-meter-deep pit into the ground.

"It hurts... it hurts like hell!"

Zhunti cried out in pain.

A brilliant golden radiance emerged from his thin body and circulated continuously around him.

Fortunately, Zhunti had instinctively activated the body-refining art known as the "Bodhi Golden Body."

Even so, he had still been gravely injured by a single palm strike.

It was also fortunate that Zhunti's cultivation had reached the early stage of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, and that he was one of the few body-refining cultivators in the Primordial Wilderness. If it had been anyone else, they would probably have been killed by that one palm.

That was because Hong Yun had held back three-tenths of his strength.

Zhunti was in no good shape either. Hong Yun's Void Hand, infused with seventy percent of his strength, had left his five internal organs shattered.

Fortunately, Zhunti was a Grand Unity Golden Immortal. As long as his Primordial Spirit was unharmed and his foundation remained intact, everything could recover.

"Daoist friend, it was a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding!"

Zhunti, sprawled in the deep pit, raised one hand in an attempt to explain himself, but what greeted him instead was Hong Yun's barrage of fists, as fierce as a violent storm.

"Whether it was a misunderstanding or not can wait. First, have a taste of this poor Daoist's newly created Void Hand!"

Without bothering about anything else, Hong Yun swung his fists, condensed from cloud qi, and began pounding him.

Since transforming, Hong Yun had also encountered quite a few battles, but for the most part, they had been against a bunch of riffraff whose cultivation was far below his own. This had left his Void Hand with no opportunity to demonstrate its power.

He had originally wanted to incorporate some of Hongjun's Great Dao Insight Fragments into the Void Hand to improve his offensive techniques.

As a result, after perfecting several life-preserving secret arts, not a single Great Dao Insight Fragment remained.

As an aside, the methods Hong Yun had used earlier to lure Zhunti had been two of his life-preserving secret arts besides the "Breath Concealment Art."

The first was "Clone Substitution." By combining this secret art with the foundation of his own "Innate Cloud Qi," Hong Yun could split off several clones with auras exactly identical to his true body.

Then, after incorporating the Law of Space, he could switch the positions of his clones and true body at any time.

The other was "Mirror Flower Water Moon." This secret art allowed Hong Yun to turn his body into nothingness and block all of others' perceptions. Combined with "Clone Substitution," it was practically the height of sneakiness.

Unless one's cultivation exceeded Hong Yun's by an entire realm or one possessed a special spiritual treasure, it was extremely difficult to avoid Hong Yun's ambush.

One could only say that the Dao Ancestor's Great Dao Insight Fragments were truly wonderful!

Countless fist shadows rained down upon Zhunti.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

A hundred years later, in a valley somewhere in the eastern part of the Primordial Wilderness.

Explosions like thunderous booms rang out from the valley from time to time, mixed with faint, miserable cries.

These screams were so shrill and helpless that they truly brought sorrow to those who heard them and tears to those who listened.

This place had clearly become a forbidden zone.

The Primordial Creatures passing by all chose to take a detour. Occasionally, a few fearless little Yao would be shaken into pieces by the aftershocks before they even entered the valley.

"Not bad, not bad. Daoist friend Zhunti has quite the handsome face. This poor Daoist's mighty punch actually made my hand ache a little!"

[Ding! You praised Zhunti. Congratulations, Host. You randomly obtained a reward: Sixteen-Foot Golden Body Fragment x1]

[Ding! You praised Hong Yun. Congratulations, Host. You randomly obtained a reward: Grand Unity Golden Immortal Cultivation Fragment x1]

"Daoist friend Zhunti truly is a virtuous cultivator whose cultivation is no lower than this poor Daoist's. Even with a black-and-blue face, you still look so dashing!"

[Ding! You praised Zhunti. Congratulations, Host. You randomly obtained a reward: Grand Unity Golden Immortal Cultivation Fragment x1]

[Ding! You praised Hong Yun. Congratulations, Host. You randomly obtained a reward: Innate Cloud Qi Fragment x1]

"Daoist friend Zhunti has an extraordinary physique. Even with this poor Daoist's sturdy body, I still can't do anything to you. Impressive! Truly impressive!"

[Ding! You praised Zhunti. Congratulations, Host. You randomly obtained a reward: Zhunti's Hair x2]

[Ding! You praised Hong Yun. Congratulations, Host. You randomly obtained a reward: Cloud Pattern Dao Robe x1]

Hong Yun was indeed Hong Yun. Every day, he used just one sentence to praise both himself and Daoist Zhunti, deeply grasping the essence of "getting two meals from one fish" in the Great Dao of harvesting wool.

In front of him, Zhunti had long since been smashed into a hundred-thousand-meter heavenly pit. He had already given up resisting and was crouching in the pit with his head covered, accepting this century-long baptism as fierce as a gale.

Black and blue, with his clothes in tatters, he had initially wanted to resist.

The result was that he discovered, to his astonishment, that this bastard Hong Yun's cultivation was actually an entire Small Realm higher than his own. Damn it!

"You shameless bastard! You actually pretended to be a junior at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal level and deceived this poor Daoist!"

"Devious, cunning, shameless!"

After learning Hong Yun's cultivation, Zhunti was overwhelmed with grief and indignation.

He had spent his days hunting geese, only to have one peck out his eye.

Unfortunately, one's elbow could not bend farther than one's arm.

Forget it. Since I can't beat him, I'll beg for mercy!

After all, one only had one life. As one of the only two Great Powers in the West, Zhunti still cherished his life greatly.

Unfortunately, Hong Yun paid him no attention at all and instead spoke with his fists.

No matter how Zhunti begged for mercy, cursed him, or even wept bitterly, Hong Yun never stopped.

Gradually, Zhunti also realized that Hong Yun did not truly intend to kill him. This could be seen from the increasingly lighter force behind his fists.

Hong Yun was like a heartless thug, focused on beating him while refusing to let him die quickly.

The most hateful part was that this bastard Hong Yun praised him while brutally beating him.

What was this?

A carrot in one hand and a stick in the other?

But after hearing the words clearly, Zhunti was practically devastated by grief and indignation!

A handsome face?

A dashing bearing?

An extraordinary physique?

This bastard Hong Yun not only wanted to torment his body, he even wanted to humiliate his character?

If not for the last trace of clarity in his mind, and if not for the great mission of reviving the West that he carried on his shoulders, Zhunti would have chosen to self-detonate long ago!

Damn it, he was bullying Westerners way too much!

Until later...

Zhunti went numb!

Let it all be destroyed. Zhunti is tired!

Just as Zhunti was ready to give up completely, something he never expected happened: Hong Yun, who had been beating him for over a hundred years, stopped instead.

It was not that Hong Yun had suddenly found his conscience. Rather, he had discovered that the system was giving him less and less wool.

Later, all it gave him were things that had no use whatsoever.

Hong Yun also realized that the system had probably repaired another bug, preventing him from catching one sheep and harvesting it to death.

"Sigh, forget it! Forget it!"