The End of the Three Immortals of the Sea! Zhunti, It's Your Turn to Perform!

Above the Eastern Sea, the wind and clouds shifted color.

East King Duke collapsed in utter disarray on a reef, his body charred black, the Nine Yang Emperor Robe long reduced to ashes, leaving only a pair of tattered undergarments barely covering him. He stared at his bonded companion treasure lying obediently in Taiyuan's hand, his eyes filled with despair and unwillingness. That was a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure personally bestowed by the Dao Ancestor, a companion that had followed him through countless ages—and now, with a single word, it had been taken from him.

The Three Immortals of the Sea were also ashen-faced, their earlier greed and contempt vanished without a trace, replaced by a bone-deep terror. They finally understood that this seemingly lazy young Daoist before them was not someone they could afford to provoke.

Taiyuan toyed with the Dragon Head Cane in his hand, the Artifact Spirit rubbing against his palm joyfully, as if it had found its true master. He glanced at the three trembling old relics, then back at Zhunti, who was still clutching his chest with a face full of grievance, and a playful smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Third Brother." Taiyuan casually tucked the Dragon Head Cane into his sleeve and turned to Zhunti. "These three old fools are yours. Don't kill them—leave them breathing to deliver the message." With that, he pulled a small jade bottle from his bosom, filled with the diluted Eight Treasures Merit Water. The bottle arced through the air and landed steadily in Zhunti's hand. "Heal up first, then teach them what respect means."

Zhunti caught the jade bottle, and his eyes lit up instantly. Without a word, he pulled out the stopper, tilted his head back, and downed the golden liquid in one gulp. The Merit Water dissolved on his tongue, turning into a warm, soothing current that surged through his limbs and bones. The pain in his chest from Ancestor Chi Xia's blow vanished in an instant, and his depleted mana gushed back like a spring, even more abundant than before. Zhunti stretched his limbs, joints cracking and popping, his bald head gleaming with excitement in the sunlight. He looked at the three sea immortals, now thoroughly cowed, his eyes brimming with long-suppressed glee. Moments ago, these three old bastards had ganged up on him, beating him until he spat blood—the frustration had been unbearable. Now that Elder Brother had given the word, he could finally let loose.

"Three seniors." Zhunti grinned, flashing a row of white teeth, the Sky-Turning Shovel resting on his shoulder as he strode toward them step by step. "Had your fun beating me up just now, didn't you?" "Now it's my turn."

Daoist Qingyun's face changed drastically as he scrambled backward, raising his Jade Ruyi to defend himself. Zhunti sneered, swinging the Sky-Turning Shovel in a fierce arc. Golden light flashed as the shovel sent the Jade Ruyi flying like a toy. That was a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, yet in Zhunti's hands, it was knocked away effortlessly. It wasn't that Zhunti had grown stronger—it was that the three men's courage had been utterly shattered by Taiyuan. With Taiyuan watching over them, their treasures dared not even approach, terrified of being touched by the Glazed Pure Fire and suffering backlash. Seizing the opportunity, Zhunti rained down blows with the Sky-Turning Shovel like a storm.

One shovel slammed into Daoist Qingyun's face, sending him flying sideways, smashing through several reefs. His once-immortal, wind-and-bone visage was now swollen like a pig's head. "That shovel's for the palm you gave me earlier," Zhunti sneered, vanishing and reappearing in pursuit. Ancestor Chi Xia tried to ambush him, summoning the Purple Gold Gourd, but Zhunti spun around and kicked him square in the face, sending him spinning through the air like a top before he crashed to the ground. "And you, old sneak—that blood mist of yours was pretty nasty, wasn't it?" Zhunti planted a foot on Ancestor Chi Xia's chest, the Sky-Turning Shovel pressed against his throat. "Now I'll let you taste what it's like to be beaten."

Elder Changchun tried to flee, but Zhunti smacked him on the back of the head with the shovel, driving him straight into the sea and raising a hundred-zhang pillar of water. In no time, Zhunti was like a tiger among sheep, beating the three Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals until they couldn't fight back. The scene was a one-sided massacre.

Taiyuan watched with great amusement, even conjuring the Chaos Spirit Jade Carefree Chair to lounge in lazily, a steaming cup of Enlightenment Tea in his hand. "Nice angle on that shovel," he commented from time to time, as if enjoying a fine performance. "Next time, aim for the face—it hurts more." Hearing Elder Brother's advice, Zhunti's eyes lit up, and he followed suit immediately. One shovel caught Daoist Qingyun across the face, sending blood gushing from his nose and knocking out several teeth.

Jieyin watched from the side, dumbfounded, his Prayer Beads forgotten in his hand. He knew Third Brother had a hot temper, but he never imagined it would go this far. These were three Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals, and now they were being beaten like dogs.

Nuwa's beautiful eyes went wide as she watched the bald figure wreaking havoc across the battlefield, a complex surge of emotions rising within her heart.

Those two brothers of the Western Sect—one with unmatched defense, the other with overwhelming violence—were simply an unstoppable combination when they fought together.

And on top of that, the unfathomable Taiyuan sat overseeing from the sidelines.

This Western Sect was likely about to rise.

Half an hour later.

The three overseas immortals had been beaten black and blue, with not a single spot on their bodies left intact.

Daoist Qingyun's Qingyun Dao Robe had been reduced to beggar's rags, Ancestor Chi Xia's Purple Gold Gourd was dented in several places, and Elder Changchun's Immortal Peach Wood Staff had snapped clean in two.

The three knelt on the ground, trembling, their eyes filled with terror and humiliation.

"Spare us, spare us! We had eyes but failed to see, and offended the Western Sect. Please, Daoist friend, show mercy."

Daoist Qingyun wailed, his face swollen like a pig's head, covered in snot and tears.

"We are willing to compensate, willing to compensate."

Zhunti kicked Daoist Qingyun over and sneered, "Now you beg for mercy? Where was that earlier?"

"Weren't you all so arrogant just now? Weren't you going to capture my Elder Brother?"

"What's the matter, lost your nerve now?"

The three hung their heads, not daring to speak, their hearts full of regret.

If they had known the Western Sect was this terrifying, they would never have come wading into this muddy water, even if it killed them.

Taiyuan set down his teacup, rose from the Carefree Chair, and walked step by step to stand before the three.

He looked at the three old wretches kneeling and trembling on the ground, a warm smile on his face, but his tone was as cold as ice.

"If you want to live, that's fine too."

"Hand over everything you have on Three Immortal Island, and swear a Great Dao oath never to oppose the West again."

"Otherwise, this place will be your grave today."

The three exchanged glances, their faces filled with despair and humiliation.

That was the wealth they had amassed over countless ages of secluded cultivation, and now they had to hand it over.

But what else could they do?

If they lost their lives, what use were those external possessions?

Daoist Qingyun gritted his teeth, trembling as he pulled a storage pouch from his bosom, containing all the treasures of Penglai Island.

Ancestor Chi Xia and Elder Changchun also pulled out their storage pouches with pained expressions.

The three knelt and swore an oath to the Heavenly Dao: "We swear by the Great Dao, from this day forward, never to oppose the Western Sect. If we break this oath, may heavenly thunder strike us down, body and soul annihilated."

As the oath was made, the Heavenly Dao descended a beam of golden light, binding the three's fate to their vow.

Taiyuan nodded in satisfaction and tucked the three storage pouches into his robe.

"Good. A wise man submits to circumstances."

"Now get lost. Go tell everyone in the Primordial World that the Western Sect is not to be bullied."

The three, as if granted a pardon, scrambled to flee the sea region, not even bothering to pick up their discarded treasures.