The East King Duke's Fate! From Head of Male Immortals to Prisoner

The smoke of battle dissipated along the East Sea Shore.

Nuwa and her elder brother Fuxi led the newborn Human Race away from these waters, heading to a safer place to multiply and thrive.

Before leaving, Nuwa once again thanked Taiyuan, her deep, beautiful eyes filled with complex emotions.

Taiyuan waved his hand, wearing an air of casual indifference, watching that holy light vanish beyond the horizon.

"Elder Brother, what do we do with that old bastard?"

Zhunti walked over, carrying the Sky-Turning Shovel on his shoulder, dragging a charred figure behind him.

It was East King Duke.

This once-arrogant Head of Male Immortals was now as wretched as a stray dog.

His entire body was scorched beyond recognition by the Pure Yang Heavenly Fire, the Nine Yang Emperor Robe reduced to ashes, leaving only a pair of tattered undergarments barely covering him. Even the Dragon Head Cane, symbol of his authority, had been taken by Taiyuan.

Worse still, his cultivation had been sealed by Taiyuan's Glazed Pure Fire, leaving him unable to defeat even a mortal.

"Take him back."

Taiyuan glanced at the unconscious figure, a playful smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Lock him up. Treat him well."

Zhunti's eyes lit up, immediately understanding his elder brother's intent.

"Got it. Leave it to me."

He cheerfully agreed, grabbed East King Duke by the ankle, and dragged him along the ground like a dead dog, flying all the way toward Mount Sumeru.

The scene was as miserable as it could get.

Jieyin watched from the side, shaking his head, but made no move to stop it.

This East King Duke had repeatedly caused trouble for the Western Sect; ending up like this was his own doing.

Three streaks of light tore across the sky, speeding westward.

Mount Sumeru, the back mountain.

A crude woodshed stood alone, right next to the latrine of Mount Sumeru.

This was no ordinary latrine—it was the one Taiyuan used specifically to dispose of spiritual beast manure. The stench was so potent that even a Golden Immortal would wrinkle their nose upon smelling it.

East King Duke was locked inside that woodshed.

When he groggily woke up, the first thing he smelled was that nauseating odor, nearly making him vomit on the spot.

"What place is this?"

He struggled to stand, but found his body utterly powerless, his cultivation sealed tight.

"Awake?"

A lazy voice came from the doorway.

East King Duke jerked his head up and saw the face he dreamed of tearing apart.

Taiyuan stood with his hands behind his back, his Moon-White Dao Robe fluttering gently in the breeze, that infuriating smile plastered on his face.

"You... Taiyuan..."

East King Duke ground his teeth, his eyes filled with venom.

"Release This Seat. This Seat is the Head of Male Immortals, personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor..."

"Personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor?"

Taiyuan cut him off, his smile growing wider.

"So what? The Dao Ancestor never said I couldn't arrest you."

He crouched down, meeting East King Duke's eyes, his warm gaze brimming with mockery.

"East King Duke, remember that Employment Letter of mine?"

East King Duke shuddered, his face turning deathly pale.

That Employment Letter.

The one that made him spit blood in public and shatter his Dao Heart.

"I've kept the position of Latrine Manager open for you."

Taiyuan stood up, brushing off non-existent dust from his hands.

"Starting today, you're the chief cleaner of Mount Sumeru, specifically in charge of scrubbing this latrine."

"Three times a day—morning, noon, and evening. If it's not clean, no food."

"How about that? Pretty good treatment, right?"

East King Duke trembled with rage, his once-dignified face twisted into a grimace.

"Taiyuan, you'll die a miserable death..."

"Cursing isn't nice."

Taiyuan shook his head, pulled a gleaming golden broom from his robes, and tossed it in front of East King Duke.

"This is your tool. Work well."

"Oh, and I've arranged a supervisor for you. You two should know each other."

As his voice fell, a figure stepped in from outside.

Gray robes, gaunt, a face of sinister gloom.

Liuguang Daoist.

East King Duke's pupils contracted sharply at the sight of that face.

"Liuguang? You traitor..."

"Well, well, old master. Long time no see."

Liuguang Daoist let out a sly chuckle, his originally sinister face now brimming with vindication.

He walked up to East King Duke, looking down at this former master who had once ordered him around, his eyes full of vengeful satisfaction.

"Never expected this, did you? The wheel of fortune turns. Today, it's my turn to supervise you."

"From now on, I'm your overseer."

"If you dare slack off, heh heh..."

Liuguang Daoist shook the whip in his hand—specially prepared by Taiyuan to "motivate" East King Duke's work.

East King Duke watched this scene, feeling the world spin around him.

He, the Head of Male Immortals, the Primordial World's foremost figure personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor, had fallen to the point of being supervised by a former subordinate while cleaning latrines?

This was worse than death.

"Taiyuan, you'll regret this..."

East King Duke's voice was hoarse, his eyes full of venom.

"Regret?"

Taiyuan had already reached the doorway. He turned back at the words, a cold smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

"I never do things I regret."

"Work hard, East King Duke."

"This latrine may stink, but it's still better than dying."

With that, he left without looking back.

Leaving East King Duke alone, slumped in the woodshed, staring at the gleaming golden broom in his hands, his eyes filled with despair and humiliation.

This news spread across the entire Primordial World in no time.

The Head of Male Immortals, East King Duke, had been captured by the Western Sect to clean latrines.

Everyone was stunned.

It was the biggest joke imaginable.

On Mount Kunlun, Primordial Heavenly Lord nearly dropped his Jade Ruyi upon hearing the news.

"Cleaning latrines?"

He repeated in disbelief, his expression utterly priceless.

That was the Dao Ancestor's personally appointed Head of Male Immortals. Though he had always looked down on East King Duke, the man was still a figure of some standing.

And now he'd fallen to cleaning latrines?

This Taiyuan of the West was far too ruthless, wasn't he?

On the Sun Star, Di Jun and Tai Yi exchanged glances, both seeing deep wariness in each other's eyes.

"This Taiyuan is vicious and merciless,"

Di Jun said in a low voice, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the armrest.

"East King Duke may be no good, but he was still appointed by the Dao Ancestor. How dare Taiyuan treat him like this? Isn't he afraid of the Dao Ancestor's wrath?"

"He's probably not afraid,"

Tai Yi sneered.

"Haven't you noticed? The Dao Ancestor hasn't reacted at all."

"What does that mean? It means the Dao Ancestor tacitly approves of Taiyuan's actions."

"Or rather, even the Dao Ancestor can't do anything about Taiyuan."

Di Jun's face grew even more grim at these words.

A man even the Dao Ancestor couldn't handle—just how terrifying was he?

On Purple Mansion Continent, chaos reigned.

With the news of East King Duke's capture, the Loose Cultivators who had once clung to him scattered like birds and beasts.

The once bustling and lively dojo was now desolate and cold, without even a gatekeeper left.

Those who had once fawned over East King Duke now scrambled to avoid him, terrified of being implicated.

When a wall crumbles, everyone gives it a push—nothing more than that.

Atop Mount Sumeru.

Taiyuan stood there, gazing down at the bustling immortal realm beneath his feet, his heart brimming with a sense of accomplishment.

That thorn in his side, East King Duke, had been thoroughly uprooted.

From now on, no one would dare use the banner of the Head of Male Immortals to stir up trouble for the Western Sect.

"Elder Brother, that old geezer has already started working."

Zhunti trotted over cheerfully, his face plastered with a gloating grin.

"That kid Flowing Light really laid into him—whipped the old bastard until he howled."

Taiyuan nodded, saying nothing more.

He turned his gaze into the distance, a glint of sharpness flashing in his eyes.

With the East King Duke matter settled, it was time to focus on managing the Western Sect's assets.

After all, he was now a mid-stage Quasi-Saint.

He needed to maintain a presence befitting a Quasi-Saint.