Teaching Across the Partition, Terror in the Treasury

The inner chamber of the Platinum Temple.

Brolin's ex-husband and son stood side by side, while the earnest preaching from next door penetrated the walls and lingered in their ears.

A moment later, their faces turned ashen, and the veins on their foreheads throbbed. In the end, even steam seemed to rise from their heads.

What exactly was the Venerable Anle's mind at peace?

They are descendants of a prestigious King Rank family, and direct descendants of the personal disciples of the veteran Human Race Venerable Jin Zhou. They came with utmost sincerity to seek guidance, only to be met with such disrespect?

That guy clearly didn't take them seriously at all; it was an insult!

How despicable! Has he forgotten the great principle of Human Race unity? Doesn't he even understand the most basic respect?

The father and son endured the words for a while, but found every sentence extremely grating. Unable to contain their anger, they simply used their Origin Force to shut down their five senses, sat cross-legged on the cold ground, and closed their eyes.

Of course, they also secretly made a solemn vow: when their own cultivation is fully developed, or when their ancestor makes another step forward, or even when this Venerable Anle perishes, they will repay today's humiliation a hundredfold!

This enmity is irreconcilable!

Separated by a wall, yet they are two different worlds.

From the outside, the quiet room next door appears to be just a slightly spacious elegant room, but its interior has been expanded using spatial techniques, making it as vast as a secret realm.

The mountains are covered in blooming magnolias, their petals as white as snow, spreading layer upon layer to the horizon.

A gentle breeze rustled through the flowers, causing their shadows to dance and petals to flutter down.

A clear spring flows beside it, its water vapor carrying the fragrance of orchids, slowly rising and turning into a light blue mist that gently swirls around the carved beams and painted rafters.

The Jade Palace Platform in the center of the secret realm is paved with warm jade, and your toes will feel warm and smooth when you step on it. Several cloud-patterned stone benches are arranged around the platform, and each bench is covered with snow- Cloud Brocade, which is fluffy and soft.

Tang Ping leaned against the edge of the Jade Palace Platform, slowly explaining the path of cultivation to everyone.

"The path of cultivation begins with cultivating the mind. Strength should be gentle yet powerful; one must avoid being impatient and hasty for quick results."

The five women on the edge of the stage, each with a different posture, listened intently without being distracted.

Brolin's mother sat regally in the head seat on the left, her dark blue brocade jacket accentuating her graceful figure and exuding the dignified air of a matriarch of a noble family.

When Tang Ping specifically pointed out the blockages in her secret technique, she simply closed her eyes slightly to quietly comprehend and guide the flow of her Origin Force. Only when her spiritual energy flowed smoothly throughout her body did she slowly open her eyes. Her eyes were clear and bright, yet she remained composed, and her tone was calm and collected. "Thank you for your guidance, Venerable One. The previously blocked primal Origin Force of my secret technique is now flowing smoothly." After speaking, she raised her hand to add spiritual tea to her cup, her movements fluid and graceful, displaying the dignity of a noble lady from a prominent family, neither humble nor arrogant, her composure evident.

Brolin leaned against the stone bench on the right, her eyebrows curved, and the corners of her eyes naturally carried a touch of allure.

As Tang Ping explained the spiritual technique, a strand of her hair twirled between her fingers, her gaze fixed on him, full of dependence. When he reached a crucial point, she tilted her head slightly and leaned closer, her voice soft and melodious like a nightingale's song, with a touch of coquettishness, "Sir, won't circulating your Origin Force like this disrupt your body's energy flow?" The young woman's eyes shone with a gentle light, and the charm she unintentionally revealed was like a peony quietly blooming in the dark night, beautiful in just the right way, alluring yet understated.

Brolin's daughter Saina, stood in a corner by the stage. As the pride of the Ross Family, she wore a silver outfit that accentuated her sleek and upright figure, her silver hair tied high in a ponytail. Her back was ramrod straight, and her arms were folded across her chest.

Even as this prodigy listened to Tang Ping's explanation, a hint of youthful arrogance and pride lingered on his lips, his clear, sharp eyes revealing a distant and unapproachable air.

Tang Ping specially dismantled the method of restraining her Origin Force for her. She tried it as instructed, but because she was too ambitious and eager to succeed, she almost had a stroke. Her cheeks flushed red instantly, but she refused to back down. She bit her lip and calmed herself down to readjust her breathing.

Once she finally grasped the essentials, she merely raised her chin slightly, deliberately turning her gaze elsewhere, refusing to express her gratitude directly, displaying utter arrogance.

Brolin's sister stood next to her niece, a small white magnolia tucked into her hair. Her eyebrows and eyes were curved, like newly blossoming peach blossoms glistening with morning dew, innocent and shy.

When Tang Ping's gaze swept over her, she hurriedly lowered her head, her fingertips tightly twisting the hem of her skirt, her ears instantly turning bright red, and even her breathing became soft. When he explained the spiritual incantation, she seemed to understand but not quite, but she was too shy to ask questions. She only took the opportunity to secretly glance at him a few times when Tang Ping turned around, and then quickly lowered her head again, like a frightened deer.

When Tang Ping walked up to her and asked her in a soft voice about her confusion, she whispered her question, her voice trembling slightly.

During her practice, she stretched out her arms as instructed, her movements gentle yet slightly clumsy, each step taken with utmost care, for fear of making a mistake. A light blue mist settled on her hair and brows, further accentuating her gentle and charming appearance, like that of a girl from a humble family.

In the brief interval, she quietly took a clean handkerchief, tiptoed, and gently wiped the jade cup on the edge of the table, her movements delicate Gentle;

When Tang Ping's gaze inadvertently swept over her, she hurriedly hid the handkerchief behind her back, lowered her head even further, and didn't dare to utter a complete sentence. Her shyness was like a gentle spring rain, softly falling on people's hearts, making her all the more endearing.

Sun Ruowei stood on the other side of the Jade Palace Platform, her simple and elegant outfit exuding the competence and nobility unique to white-collar workers.

While giving her lectures, Tang Ping held a book in her hand, jotting down key points as she went. The questions she occasionally posed were precise and incisive, hitting the nail on the head while revealing unique insights. She was neither blindly obedient nor dependent, and possessed her own integrity.

When she cultivates, her posture is as upright as a pine tree in winter, and her spiritual energy flows steadily and orderly, just as she handles worldly affairs with ease and efficiency. Her aura is as clear and cold as a plum blossom in the snow, not vying for beauty with others.

After completing her cultivation, she took the initiative to step forward and neatly organize the scattered books and cultivation tools, cleaning the Jade Palace Platform until it was spotless, demonstrating a great sense of order and efficiency.

Tang Ping has always been adept at teaching according to aptitude: when talking to Brolin's mother, he often spoke about methods for calming the mind, his tone gentle yet full of respect;

For Brolin, he guided her to refine her charm into a gentle, spiritual energy, maximizing her strengths and minimizing her weaknesses, turning her allure into an aid in her cultivation; for Saina, he focused on cultivating her character, teaching her to balance strength and gentleness, and to guard against arrogance and impetuosity.

As for Brolin's sister, he patiently guided and encouraged her to let go of her shyness and boldly embrace the spiritual energy around her.

This path of cultivation is truly profound and complex, and the journey is long and arduous!

Ten days later, in the core area of Divine Temple's treasury.

Tang Feifei, controlling the Platinum Lobster, quietly breathed a sigh of relief, her claws slightly curled up.

This Divine Temple was ridiculously large. If he hadn't had a map with detailed markings, hadn't encountered any obstacles along the way, hadn't made any mistakes, and hadn't possessed the incredible stamina of a lobster, he would never have been able to reach the deepest part of this treasure trove.

What secretly delighted him most was that he, a mere realm lord, could come and go freely in the Venerable's residence. If this were to spread, even if he perished on the spot, his name would be remembered for eternity.

It was worth it!

But this is not the time to be complacent; obtaining the treasure is of paramount importance, and he is only one step away from success.

If he could gain the favor of a Human Race ruler with this treasure, he could truly rise above others and even potentially reach the heights of the Galaxy Lord Luo Feng in the future.

No, perhaps he can be even stronger than Luo Feng!

After all, Luo Feng had been in seclusion at the World Lord Rank for tens of thousands of years, and there were already rumors circulating that this legend might have already perished or faded into obscurity. Of course, this time, because of the lessons learned from the past, everyone decided to observe more before targeting the Luo Family.

In any case, for Immortal God, ten thousand or a million years is just a fleeting moment.

While Tang Feifei was imagining the scene of achieving great success and becoming famous in history, he controlled the lobster to swiftly traverse the treasure vault. Although he did not know the specifics of the mission objective, the family management AI No. 1 had already explained that it would issue guidance as long as the target was within one kilometer.

Although Virtual Universe signals are very easy to attract attention, a mere momentary location indication is enough. Such a brief fluctuation should not be noticeable, right?

Another hour passed, and the target location finally came into view.

But when the enormous storage rack, tens of thousands of meters high, came into view, with its endless stacks of storage boxes, Tang Feifei was instantly dumbfounded.

Is this some kind of joke? So many boxes, if I search them one by one, how long will it take to find my target? What's worse, if that Venerable Anle has a moment of free time, a single divine thought could expose all my disguise.

What to do?

Tang Feifei glanced at the achievements on the panel, then looked at the storage shelf that was as tall as a mountain. The Platinum Lobster suddenly raised its head, swung its claws, and no longer hesitated. The next second, a grayish-brown ball was spat out of its mouth.

That was the Singularity that held the World Lord World.

With a flash of light, a young man with black hair and black eyes appeared from the Singularity. He quickly retrieved the Platinum Lobster back into his World Lord World and placed it safely. Then, he activated the World Force, and an invisible suction force swept out, drawing the entire ten-thousand-meter storage rack, along with all the boxes on it, into his World Lord World.

Having accomplished all this, Tang Feifei submitted the task without the slightest hesitation.

[Beep, mission complete.]

"Apply for the ultimate mission reward immediately!" Tang Feifei completed the operation in an extremely fast manner, then instantly concealed all her aura, shrinking into the shadows in the corner without moving an inch, secretly praying that the slight fluctuation of Origin Force from before had not been detected.

But he knew in his heart that this was almost wishful thinking. The other party was the Time Venerable. If he touched the Heavy Treasure the treasury right under the other party's nose, it would be no different from lighting a lamp in a latrine, which was simply courting death.

But he still has a glimmer of hope.

Firstly, this Venerable Anle has always been mild-mannered and has never killed a human; at most, he would punish offenders by hanging them on a star to be exposed to the sun.

Secondly, he had already applied for the ultimate reward. Intelligent One had never lied to him; that future supreme being of Human Race was surely on his way.

However, the other person's sense of time was completely different from his own, so he had to hold out longer.

So the question is, how can one delay death after offending this amorous Venerable Anle?

Women's clothing?

The next second, an immense and unparalleled power suddenly descended, sealing the World Force within him. Immediately afterwards, ripples spread through space and time, and an irresistible pulling force swept him away, instantly traversing the void.

Tang Feifei's heart sank, and when she looked up again, she was already in the magnificent hall of the Divine Temple.

The platinum dome soared into the clouds, seemingly unreachable, and on the golden throne directly in front of it sat a majestic figure.

The figure's face was hidden in the halo, yet it exuded a terrifying pressure as deep as the ocean, as if it were the embodiment of the laws of the universe. Every move it made affected the surrounding spacetime, and even the supreme Space-Time Laws bowed down before it.

"Pilgrimages should be devout and sincere, coming from beyond the Solar System with each step and each prostration, solely to pay homage to me. Why do you intrude with malicious intent?"

The grand sound resonated with heaven and earth, causing the entire Divine Temple to tremble violently. Then, a roar followed, and a powerful pressure swept through every corner.

Tang Feifei's face froze, and her mind went blank for a moment.

How should he respond to that?

Before he could think, the voice rang out again. "To not bow before the Emperor is to lose one's true destiny; your name is already inscribed on the Reincarnation Stele. If you are willing to kowtow with each step, your sins will be halved on the path to rebirth."

Tang Feifei understood these words and dared not hesitate any longer. She immediately knelt down and, following the ancient rites of Earth, respectfully performed three kneelings and nine kowtows.

A man's knees are worth gold, but if he's about to lose his life, where will that gold come from?

"Heh heh, since you know you've made a mistake, then I'll send you into reincarnation!" A cold laugh came from the high platform. Before the words were finished, a giant blood-red hand slowly reached out, its palm covered with intricate patterns, bringing with it an overwhelming and invincible aura.

Between the fingers, the sun and moon revolve, stars rise and fall, Chaos swirls, and a hazy cycle of reincarnation appears within.

This palm, though seemingly of ordinary size, controls the birth and death of all things in the world, as if it could Heaven Opening and control reincarnation, terrifying to the extreme!

Tang Feifei was instantly overwhelmed by despair.

To deal with a mere Realm Lord like him, this Venerable actually unleashed his full power. How could this Human Race senior have no sense of public morality whatsoever? He's utterly devoid of martial ethics!

In this desperate situation, Tang Feifei was instead stirred by a fierce determination.

We have to fight! If we don't fight, we'll surely die; if we fight, there might be a glimmer of hope!

"Ah~!" His eyes were bloodshot as he roared furiously, desperately trying to mobilize the World Force to dodge. Even if it meant mutual destruction, he wanted to blast a crater in this Yongheng and immortal Divine Temple!

As the crimson giant hand drew ever closer, Tang Feifei's anger and hope were quickly swallowed by despair.

The power of Venerable Anle was too terrifying. The World Force that he used to control was now completely still, and even his proud wind- Laws of Origin seemed to be frozen and still.

It's over!

That's really straightforward now!

Tang Family Ancestor, you've ruined me! What kind of lousy mission is this?! Waaaaah----