Three Heads Six Arms

"Nothing good ever comes out of a den of thieves! Look at those two little thieves, their eyes are green with greed—they've both set their sights on each other's treasures!"

By the time Liu Gandang hurried over, Qing He Marshal and Heavenly Venerable Wu Liang—who found each other equally unpleasant while finding each other's magic treasures exceedingly pleasing—had already finished their first round of verbal sparring and were warming up to fight.

When he saw that Flying Immortal Pavilion had sent Heavenly Venerable Wu Liang forward, he felt matters had taken an even worse turn.

The three Eastern King Sect cultivators secluded in Flying Immortal Pavilion were an old-middle-young combination. Among them, the eldest, who had clawed his way up from the bottom, still understood something of worldly affairs and human relationships. Put simply, he had a little humanity—though not much, he could at least communicate normally. Ever since True Monarch Zhong Ze, who had previously handled dealings with him on behalf of Eastern King Sect, departed, that old Heavenly Venerable had been chiefly responsible for contact with Penglai Immortal Kingdom. The two sides got along fairly well; otherwise, he would never have let Liu Feng take refuge in Flying Immortal Pavilion.

But today, of all cursed times, that old Heavenly Venerable seemed to be in seclusion. Filling in for him was Heavenly Venerable Wu Liang, a man who, in Liu Gandang's eyes, possessed every classic trait of an immortal second-generation heir.

Good talent, high aptitude, respectable cultivation, a bright future—the advantages those second-generation heirs possessed, he possessed them all.

Arrogant and conceited, he looked up to no one except members of the Three Daoist Sects. Everyone else was dregs unworthy of sharing the same heavens and earth with him. He lacked humanity and empathy, capable of harvesting others' lives