Dong Wanggong is not giving up? Sending a spy for "targeted poverty alleviation"!

East Sea Region, Purple Mansion Continent.

This was a renowned immortal blessed land in the Great Desolation, with spiritual energy swirling and immortal cranes flying in unison.

As the Daoist dojo of the newly appointed Head of Male Immortals, the Purple Mansion Continent was even more bustling than usual at this moment. Countless rogue cultivators came and went, either paying homage or seeking refuge, creating a grand spectacle of myriad immortals paying court.

However, deep within the most magnificent Pure Yang Hall, the atmosphere was chillingly grim.

East King Duke sat rigidly on the Pure Yang throne that symbolized power, his hand tightly gripping the Dragon Head Cane, his knuckles white from the force. His face, usually maintaining an air of majesty, was now slightly contorted with jealousy and hatred.

The public humiliation outside Purple Heaven Palace by the Western trio, even being sprayed with their exhaust fumes, had become an inescapable nightmare for him.

Every time he closed his eyes, he seemed to hear Tongtian's mocking laughter and see Taiyuan's indifferent gaze.

He could not swallow this insult.

"West... Taiyuan..."

East King Duke spat out the name through gritted teeth, his eyes flashing with venomous light.

Just then, the strange fluctuation from the West he had sensed earlier made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

That was the aura of chaos!

Why would such a phenomenon occur in such a desolate, godforsaken place?

"Flowing Light."

East King Duke let out a low command.

From the shadows of the hall, a black mist slowly condensed, forming a gaunt Daoist in a grey robe with a sinister expression.

Flowing Light Daoist, a peak cultivation of Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, his true form was a mutated Shadow Yao. He was most skilled in stealth, infiltration, poison, and assassination, serving as East King Duke's most clandestine blade.

"Your subordinate is here." Flowing Light Daoist bowed, his voice hoarse.

"You will go to the West."

East King Duke's eyes were icy. He casually tossed a jade bottle emitting a faint green glow, "Go and probe the reality of Mount Sumeru for me. If any treasure truly appears, you know what to do."

Flowing Light Daoist took the jade bottle and felt the chilling poison within, which made even him palpitate. A cruel curve formed on his lips.

Nine Nether Bone-Corroding Poison.

Even a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal would suffer rotting flesh and a damaged Primordial Spirit from a single drop.

"If there are no treasures..." East King Duke's tone shifted, becoming menacing, "then pour this bottle of poison into the source of their spiritual veins. Since they like to act rich, I'll let their meager fortune rot into the mud!"

Flowing Light Daoist accepted the order, his figure flickered, and he once again turned into black mist, vanishing.

Leaving the Purple Mansion Continent, he sped westward.

Flowing Light Daoist actually felt a bit disdainful.

In his opinion, what good could possibly come from a barren land like the West? His Lord East King Duke was perhaps overestimating those three nouveau riche.

"Hmph, sending me to do such dirty and tiresome work."

Flowing Light Daoist flew, looking at the increasingly desolate land below, muttering to himself, "Once I get there, I'll just casually administer some poison, destroy a few mountains, and report back. Even if that poor place is destroyed, no one will probably care."

He carried this sense of haughty superiority as he traversed half of the Great Desolation.

Finally.

The majestic silhouette of Mount Sumeru appeared at the edge of his vision.

From the outside, it was indeed shrouded in a layer of gray mist, as rumored, appearing somewhat lifeless.

"As expected, a remote and impoverished area."

Flowing Light Daoist sneered and activated his innate Spiritual Power, [Shadow Escape]. His entire body transformed into a faint shadow, silently slipping through the outermost layer of mist.

However.

The moment he truly stepped into the territory of Mount Sumeru.

The scene before his eyes was like a bolt from the blue, shattering all his perceptions.

"This... where is this?"

Flowing Light Daoist stood dumbfounded, rubbing his eyes, even suspecting he had fallen victim to some profound illusion technique.

Where was the desolate wasteland?

Everywhere he looked, auspicious energy surged in countless streams, and radiant light emanated in myriad hues.

What he stepped on was not soil, but a kind of divine earth emitting a faint fluorescence, imbued with rich, creative vitality.

Even just stepping on it, he could feel a warm current surge from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head, causing his long-stagnant cultivation to tremble slightly.

Looking to the side.

A winding stream flowed gently, its water clear to the bottom, emitting alluring spiritual energy fluctuations.

What swam in the water were not ordinary fish and shrimp, but schools of small dragon-fish with golden scales all over their bodies and horns on their heads!

"Are... are those Dragon Seeds?"

Flowing Light Daoist swallowed, such spiritual beings with true dragon bloodlines were rare even in the East Sea, yet here they were... ornamental fish?

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

But the next second, his gaze fixed on a clump of seemingly unremarkable "weeds" by the roadside.

The leaves of the grass were purple-ganoderma colored, with naturally formed cloud patterns on them, emitting an intoxicating medicinal fragrance.

"Ten... Ten Thousand Year Purple Ganoderma?!"

Flowing Light Daoist's voice changed its tune.

This level of spiritual medicine, even on the Purple Mansion Continent, would be planted in a core medicinal garden and guarded by dedicated personnel.

But here.

It was growing so casually by the roadside, and half of it had even been nibbled by a Spirit Rabbit that had just passed by, clearly treated as a snack.

"What a waste! It's a complete waste!"

Flowing Light Daoist's heart was bleeding, a feeling called "envy of the rich" instantly occupied his mind.

Why?

Why would such a poor place have so many treasures?

It must be fake! It must be an illusion!

"Hmph, whether you're real or fake, let's see how you act after I use my Nine Nether Bone-Corroding Poison!"

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Flowing Light Daoist's eyes. He wanted to destroy this place, to destroy all these things that made him mad with jealousy!

He found a hidden corner and took out the bottle of potent poison bestowed by East King Duke.

This poison was extremely potent, burning smoke upon contact with the ground, leaving nothing alive.

"Die!"

Flowing Light Daoist grinned sinisterly, uncorked the bottle, and poured the entire bottle of poisonous liquid onto the soil next to the clump of Ten Thousand Year Ganoderma.

Ssss--

The poisonous liquid hit the ground with a light sound.

Flowing Light Daoist eagerly waited for the poisonous gas to spread, for the surrounding plants to wither.

However.

One breath passed.

Two breaths passed.

The clump of ganoderma still swayed gracefully, and its leaves even looked a bit greener.

As for the poisonous liquid on the ground...

The faintly glowing soil wriggled slightly, as if it were digesting food. Not only was it not corroded, but it quickly enveloped, decomposed, and purified the poisonous liquid.

In the blink of an eye, the poisonous liquid disappeared without a trace, and the soil even let out a burp, releasing a wisp of pure spiritual energy.

"This... How is this possible?!"

Flowing Light Daoist completely broke down.

This was a potent poison that even Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals feared!

It couldn't even poison the soil here?

What was this soil made of? Was it an Innate Spiritual Treasure that had gained sentience?

As he squatted on the ground, staring at the unharmed soil and questioning his existence.

A shadow silently enveloped him.

"Hey, you over there!"

A rough and somewhat displeased voice suddenly sounded behind him, "What are you doing lurking around suspiciously?"