Wang Lin Appears! The Son of Destiny of the Renegade Immortal World!

"Disciple pays respects to Elder Liu!"

The gray-robed old man known as Elder Liu stroked his beard, his gaze scrutinizing the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger with careful precision.

"Interesting."

A flicker of surprise crossed the old man's eyes.

"It carries a trace of spatial law fluctuations on its body, and that bead on its tail seems to contain a hint of the aura of time."

"On a cultivation planet like Vermilion Bird Planet, such a mutated spirit beast with mixed attributes is quite rare."

The old man nodded in satisfaction, his tone carrying a hint of appreciation.

"You boys are lucky to have discovered such a fine seedling."

"Lin Changsheng, the supreme founder who established our 72nd Branch of the Primordial Immortal Court, was most fond of studying the laws of time and space in this world."

"The sect has long had a rule: whenever a strange spirit beast with such attributes is encountered, it must be captured and cultivated with care."

"Although this black tiger is a bit weak, if I keep it at my Beast Taming Peak and nourish it with various elixirs for a few hundred years, it might just become a decent sect-guarding spirit beast."

Having said this, the old man flicked his large sleeve.

A black cloth bag covered in runes flew out from his cuff.

The bag opened in mid-air, emitting a powerful suction force.

The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, paralyzed on the ground, had no room to resist and was sucked directly into the bag.

The bag shrank rapidly and flew back into the old man's hand.

The old man looked at the three disciples on the ground and let out a cold snort.

"Three at the Condensation Stage, unable to even take down a wild beast—you have truly disgraced the Primordial Immortal Court."

"Get yourselves back to the Discipline Hall to receive your punishment!"

As his voice fell, the old man's figure gradually faded, then vanished completely into thin air, as if he had never appeared at all.

Above the Sky Screen, the image gradually dimmed.

Blood-red text ruthlessly announced the outcome once more.

[Exploration of the Star Dou Great Forest's Dark Demon Evil God Tiger: Suppressed and captured by an Nascent Soul Elder of the 72nd Branch of the Primordial Immortal Court, reduced to a captive spirit beast. Exploration judged as a failure.]

The screen in the center turned a despairing shade of gray-white.

The entire Douluo Continent fell into a prolonged silence.

The tiny spark of hope that had just ignited was instantly crushed to pieces by an invisible hand.

On the Shrek Academy playground, Yu Xiaogang's stiff face looked as unsightly as if he had just swallowed a dead fly.

The close-quarters combat suppression theory he had been boasting about just moments ago had become a colossal joke in the face of a Nascent Soul Elder who could teleport and suppress a fierce beast with a single sentence.

Everyone understood a cruel truth.

In that Renegade Immortal World, if you hit the small ones, you really will provoke the old monsters.

And the strength of those old monsters had completely exceeded the scope of human cognition.

Just as everyone remained immersed in immense shock and fear, the screen on the far right of the Sky Screen, which had remained motionless, suddenly lit up with a blinding red light.

The image gradually became clear.

The perspective of Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, a level 95 Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall, officially appeared before the entire continent.

And the environment Yue Guan currently found himself in made everyone watching the screen feel a chill run down their spines.

Above the Sky Screen, the screen on the far right, which had remained dim, finally lit up with a soft glow.

As the light gradually clarified, the perspective of Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, a level 95 Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall, was officially displayed before the eyes of the billions of living beings on the continent.

In the image, goose-feather snow was drifting from the sky.

A biting cold wind blew past, whipping up the snowflakes on the ground and striking the blue bricks and gray tiles on either side.

This was a street that looked like an ordinary mortal thoroughfare.

On both sides of the street were low-slung shops, some with faded cloth banners hanging in front, fluttering in the wind.

Most of the pedestrians on the road wore thick, coarse cotton coats, their hands tucked into their sleeves, necks hunched, hurrying along their way.

Occasionally, a few vendors selling roasted sweet potatoes at the street corner stood by their stoves, rubbing their hands and blowing warm breath onto them.

The air was filled with the distinct, mundane scent of human life.

Yue Guan landed at the entrance of a secluded alley.

The luxurious, thin golden robe he wore looked completely out of place in this icy, snowy world.

As the cold wind blew, this dignified Titled Douluo couldn't help but shiver.

"What freezing weather..."

Yue Guan extended his fair, slender fingers to rub the tip of his nose, which had turned slightly red from the wind, his brows knitting together.

He had always preferred warm, humid environments and detested snowy days like this.

However, when he tentatively released his spiritual power to scan the surrounding few miles, the trace of displeasure on his face instantly transformed into irrepressible ecstasy.

"No energy fluctuations..."

"They are all just ordinary people with weak vitality!"

Excitement flickered in Yue Guan's narrow, elongated eyes, and his breathing even grew rapid.

Before teleporting, he had witnessed with his own eyes the miserable state of the first two groups of explorers.

Those cultivators who could fly on swords, toss fireballs at will, and suppress hundred-thousand-year soul beasts with a single word had truly made his heart tremble.

He had originally assumed that upon teleporting, he would inevitably encounter such monstrous, perverted beings.

He never expected that the heavens would favor him so greatly.

They had teleported him directly into a city of mortals!

In a place like this, devoid of spiritual energy and cultivators, was he, a level 95 Titled Douluo, not a god standing high above them all?

"Hehehe... It seems my luck is truly not bad at all."

Yue Guan covered his mouth, letting out a delicate, charming chuckle.

He straightened his back, and the sense of trepidation and restraint he had felt moments ago vanished completely.

Within the Pope Palace of Spirit City on the Douluo Continent.

Seeing this scene, the heavy, oppressive atmosphere that had filled the entire hall finally dissipated by more than half.

Ghost's body, hidden within the black mist, visibly relaxed.

"Your Majesty the Pope, that old ghost Yue Guan has such good luck."

Ghost's hoarse voice carried a clear note of relief.

"That city appears to be nothing more than a remote gathering place for mortals."

"There isn't even a single disciple holding a wooden sword."

"With Yue Guan's level 95 cultivation, as long as he doesn't go looking for trouble, staying safely in a place like that for a year will be absolutely no problem."

Bibi Dong, seated upon the throne, also let out a long sigh of relief.

The scepter she had been gripping tightly in her hand slowly loosened.

A faint smile finally appeared on her exquisitely beautiful face.

"This is the randomness that the Sky Screen spoke of."

Bibi Dong watched the leisurely and self-satisfied Yue Guan on the screen, her tone becoming much lighter.

"Since the Renegade Immortal World is so vast, there must be large areas where mortals reside."

"It is impossible for it to be filled everywhere with those cultivators who can destroy heaven and earth with a wave of their hands."

"As long as Yue Guan can survive this year, when he returns, Spirit Hall will be able to obtain first-hand information about that world."

A sharp glint flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes: "He might even be able to collect rare treasures in that mortal city that we do not possess on the Douluo Continent."

It was not just Spirit Hall.

Commoners and soul masters across the entire continent felt a glimmer of hope rise in their hearts as they watched this scene.

So, the Renegade Immortal World also had such safe places.

As long as one's luck was good enough to draw a mortal city, it would be no different from going on a vacation.

On the Sky Screen, Yue Guan straightened his golden robes and stepped out of the alley with an elegant gait.

He walked down the snow-dusted street with an arrogant posture, like a monarch inspecting his own territory.

The surrounding mortals, seeing his strange attire and his powdered, feminine face, all scrambled to avoid him in fear.

Everyone cast furtive glances at him as if he were a freak, and no one dared to approach.

Yue Guan thoroughly enjoyed this feeling of being held in awe.

It allowed him to reclaim the sense of honor and prestige he held as an elder of Spirit Hall.

Just then, he arrived in front of an inconspicuous shop.

The shop's storefront was tiny, lacking even a decent sign.

Piles of wood scraps lay at the entrance, emitting a faint scent of pine.

At that moment, a sturdy young man wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket ran past Yue Guan, carrying a jug of wine and half a roasted chicken, a silly, honest smile plastered across his face.

The young man stepped directly over the threshold of the shop and shouted in a booming voice.

"Uncle Wang, my dad told me to bring you a jug of hot wine! It's such a snowy day, have a drink to warm yourself up!"

Yue Guan stopped in his tracks and glanced curiously into the shop.

The light inside the shop was somewhat dim.

Behind the counter near the window sat a man wearing a long grey robe.

The man did not look very old, yet half his hair had turned white, and his face carried an indescribable sense of vicissitudes.

He held a carving knife in his hand, his head lowered, his expression focused as he carved a piece of wood.

Wood shavings fell from his fingertips onto the tabletop, bit by bit.

Hearing the young man's shout, the man in grey, addressed as Uncle Wang, stopped his carving knife.

He looked up, revealing a plain, unremarkable face, and smiled gently at the honest-looking young man.

"Daniu, thank your father for me."

The man's voice was calm, like a glass of lukewarm water, devoid of any ripples.

Daniu placed the wine and a roasted chicken on the table, chuckled twice, and turned to run back out into the wind and snow.

Yue Guan stood outside the door, squinting his eyes as he sized up the man in grey.

There isn't even a trace of energy in his body, and his vitality is even weaker than that Daniu from before.

Looks like a sickly weakling.

Yue Guan made his judgment internally.

This was truly nothing more than an ordinary mortal woodcarving shop owner.

Outside, the snow was falling harder, and the cold wind kept creeping into his collar.

Yue Guan was accustomed to being pampered and truly did not want to freeze on the street.

Seeing a charcoal brazier inside the woodcarving shop, he lifted his foot and walked right in.

"Boss, I'm borrowing your place to rest my feet for a while."

Yue Guan pulled up a chair on his own and sat down beside the charcoal brazier.

He did not even spare the man in grey a proper glance, his attitude arrogant to the extreme.

The man in grey did not mind.

He merely glanced calmly at this strangely dressed guest, then lowered his head and continued to carve the wood with his knife.

The shop was very quiet.

There was only the occasional crackle from the charcoal brazier and the soft shhh-shhh of the carving knife scraping against the wood.

Yue Guan warmed himself by the fire for a while and began to feel bored.

His gaze swept casually around the shop.

Various woodcarvings were displayed on the wooden shelves.

There were birds and beasts, as well as landscapes and figures.

Suddenly, Yue Guan's gaze stopped on a woodcarving in the corner of the counter.

It was a chrysanthemum carved from a single piece of rosewood.

The petals were layered and the craftsmanship was quite exquisite; even the texture of the stamens was depicted clearly.

However, Yue Guan was a man who loved flowers as much as his own life.

In the Douluo Continent, he had spent his entire life studying exotic flowers and rare herbs.

Seeing this wooden chrysanthemum, Yue Guan let out a cold, disdainful snort.

"The craftsmanship is passable, I suppose, but what a pity—in the end, it's just a piece of dead wood."

Yue Guan extended a slender finger, pointed at the wooden chrysanthemum, and began to critique it in a condescending tone.

"Flowers are spiritual objects of heaven and earth."

"They should have life, and a noble aura all their own."

"This thing you've carved has nothing but a rigid shell; it fails completely to capture the soul of the flower."

"You mortals, spending your whole lives rolling in the dirt—how could you possibly understand the true beauty of flowers?"

Yue Guan's words were sharp and barbed, filled with contempt for mortals.

Douluo Continent, Shrek Academy.

Tang San watched Yue Guan in the light screen, his brows slightly furrowed.

"This Chrysanthemum Douluo is too arrogant."

Tang San lowered his voice and said to Dai Mubai beside him, "That Renegade Immortal World is full of oddities everywhere. Even if he was transported to a mortal city, he shouldn't be acting so ostentatiously."

Dai Mubai was currently feeling sullen over his previous display of ugliness, and upon hearing Tang San's words, he let out a cold sneer.

"San, stop worrying about nothing."

"That Daniu fellow, and that shopkeeper called Uncle Wang, neither of them has a shred of spiritual energy on them; we all saw that with our own eyes."

"Yue Guan is, at the very least, a level ninety-five Title Douluo. In a city full of ordinary people, even if he walked sideways, who could possibly do anything to him?"

It wasn't just Dai Mubai who thought this way.

Except for a few meticulous individuals, ninety percent of the audience across the Douluo Continent felt there was nothing inappropriate about Yue Guan's current behavior.

For the strong to put on airs in front of the weak—wasn't that just the natural order of things on the Douluo Continent?

Inside the woodcarving shop.

The man Daniu called Uncle Wang continued to keep his head lowered, carving the wood in his hands.

He seemed not to have heard Yue Guan's mockery; not even the rhythm of his carving knife faltered in the slightest.

Being ignored by a mortal made Yue Guan feel rather displeased.

He stood up, walked to the counter, and a mocking smile curled the corners of his lips.

"Very well."

"Since we have crossed paths today, This Seat shall let a worldly-ignorant mortal like you broaden your horizons."

"I will let you know what a true peerless flower is, and what a true miracle is!"

As his words fell, a burst of dazzling golden light erupted from Yue Guan's narrow eyes.

A massive pressure belonging to a level ninety-five Title Douluo instantly exploded from his body, sweeping out in all directions.

The windows of the entire woodcarving shop rattled loudly under the force of this shockwave.

"Martial Soul, Extraordinary Velvet Chrysanthemum!"

Following Yue Guan's soft shout.

A huge, magnificent golden chrysanthemum slowly bloomed above his palm.

The golden light instantly illuminated the previously dim woodcarving shop.

Immediately after, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

Nine soul rings, radiating terrifying fluctuations, rose from beneath Yue Guan's feet in sequence, slowly pulsing around his body.

Holding the radiant Extraordinary Velvet Chrysanthemum, Yue Guan felt the surging soul power within him, his expression one of extreme smugness.

He lifted his chin slightly, preparing to enjoy the sight of that mortal shopkeeper being frightened into kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Do you see it?"

"This is the Extraordinary Velvet Chrysanthemum of our Douluo Continent..."