Before long, Xuan Mo returned to the Primordial Wilderness. On Yingzhou Island, he said, "Master, my dad beat me up. Help me beat him up."
Wang Wu was puzzled. "What's your dad's cultivation level?"
Xuan Mo thought for a moment. "Peak Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal."
Wang Wu asked, "What's my cultivation level right now?"
Xuan Mo looked him over carefully. "You're almost a Golden Immortal."
Wang Wu nodded. "Mm. Do you think I can beat your dad?"
Xuan Mo chuckled. "I remember that you're capable of fighting above your level. How about giving it a try?"
The moment Wang Wu heard that, she raised her hand and rapped him on the head. Laughing as she scolded him, she said, "You little brat, so you're treating your master like a source of entertainment. A peak Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal—is that a level one can challenge casually by fighting above one's rank? It's true that I have some ability to fight above my level, but the gap here is like a heavenly chasm. Without thousands or even tens of thousands of years of bitter cultivation, plus an enormous opportunity, don't even think about challenging him."
Xuan Mo held his head and said aggrievedly, "Master, I was just upset after getting beaten up. Old Father hit me so hard and showed me no mercy at all. I was hoping you'd help me vent my anger."
Wang Wu rolled her eyes at him. She sat down on a stone bench on Yingzhou Island, lifted her teacup, and took a leisurely sip. "With your dad's cultivation, he must have had his reasons for teaching you a lesson. He may have hit you a little hard, but he was certainly hoping you'd improve. Instead of thinking about getting revenge with my help, you should