Meanwhile.
After Esteemed Immortal Ping Cun returned, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
This was the most furious moment he had experienced since becoming an Esteemed Immortal—no, in the entire history of cultivation.
He had been surrounded and hunted by various sects, placed on wanted lists across more than a dozen worlds, and come within a hair's breadth of death countless times, but nothing had ever made him as furious as today.
A scholar could be killed, but never humiliated.
The Hot Dance would have been one thing, but they had also used a ruse to lure him away, playing him for a fool while a group of other Esteemed Immortals mocked him in secret.
And the one who had caused all this was not the mere Xi Rong. He could have crushed that faction with ease.
But Esteemed Immortal Hun Huang had entered the fray, and that was what had caused him such grievous wounds.
He even hated Esteemed Immortal Hun Huang more than he hated Xi Rong.
Bottle Wine True Immortal, standing nearby, wailed, "Master, are we really going to let this go? Should we attack Chongshan Town again?"
Esteemed Immortal Ping Cun's expression gradually turned cold. "It won't help. Unless we seize the source, we'll only be tearing off one of his shells."
"The secrets of heaven are concealed now, which makes him difficult to track down."
"But naturally, I have a way to deal with him."
A chilling killing intent flashed through Esteemed Immortal Ping Cun's eyes. "In this world, divination is not necessarily the only way to find someone."
Somewhere in the void.
The painter looked at Bai Xingling, who followed close beside him, and laughed heartily. "Interesting. Far too interesting."
"I knew long ago that Xi Rong was restless. Sure