Dongwang Gong Arrived—Why Did Master Seem a Little Happy?

Above the Eastern Sea, the battlefield, which had been left in utter disarray after a hundred thousand immortal soldiers fell into the sea, had yet to completely settle when a pressure far more vast than that of any Celestial Court cultivator before it slowly rolled over from billions of miles away.

Wherever it passed, the clouds parted of their own accord to either side. The sea seemed pinned down by an invisible giant hand; the towering waves that had been churning without rest fell still in an instant. Even the innate spiritual qi, previously active between heaven and earth, became much more sluggish.

A purple-gold immortal carriage came from the horizon, drawn by nine flood dragons bearing true dragon bloodlines. Immortal light surrounded it, while dozens of Celestial Court experts at the Daluo Immortal and Taiyi realms guarded its sides.

At the very front of the immortal carriage stood a middle-aged Daoist with his hands clasped behind his back, wearing a purple-gold imperial crown and a Daoist robe embroidered with nine dragons amid cloud patterns.

He was the current leader of the male immortals of the Great Wilderness.

Dongwang Gong.

Compared to the Celestial Court Daluo Immortals from before, his aura was on an entirely different level. Though he had not deliberately released all his pressure, merely standing there caused layer upon layer of fine ripples to appear in the surrounding void.

Above Daluo.

Early Quasi-Saint!

There were not many innate great powers in the present Great Wilderness who could truly step into this realm. Since Hongjun had personally appointed Dongwang Gong as the leader of the male immortals, he naturally could not have been relying on a title alone to hold up appearances.

"His Majesty has arrived!"

Upon the sea, the Celestial Court cultivators whom Luxuan had previously slapped into the Eastern Sea finally seemed to have found their backbone. Their somewhat low morale instantly rose considerably.

Especially the eight Daluo Immortals who had only recently crawled out of the sea—their gazes toward Dongwang Gong carried faint expectation.

They could not defeat Luxuan.

That did not mean His Majesty could not defeat him either.

Though Daluo and Quasi-Saint appeared to be separated by only one realm, the difference was in truth like a heavenly chasm. Countless Great Luo Perfection cultivators had spent endless years without ever managing to cross that step.

No matter how strong Luxuan was, he was ultimately still only a Daluo Immortal.

By Penglai Island.

The three Yunxiao sisters also sensed that aura, utterly different from those before.

Bixiao had originally been lying atop a cloud watching those Celestial Court cultivators splash about in the sea. At this moment, she finally put away her smile and came to Luxuan's side.

"Master, is this one much stronger than those people just now?"

"Yes."

Luxuan nodded.

"Early Quasi-Saint."

Upon hearing this, Bixiao instinctively shrank her neck.

They had not even reached the Taiyi realm yet. Earlier, when facing Daluo Immortals, they had needed Supreme-grade Spirit Treasures and the formation to hold their own. Now, a Quasi-Saint had arrived outright; the gap in realms alone was practically wide enough to cut off a galaxy.

Qiongxiao tightened her grip on the Mystic Origin Immortal-Slaying Sword, her expression far more serious than before.

Only Yunxiao noticed something rather strange.

After seeing Dongwang Gong, her master seemed not only unworried, but his eyes had actually lit up slightly.

How should she put that feeling?

It did not look as though he had seen a powerful enemy.

Instead, it somewhat resembled the look in her master's eyes years ago, when the Celestial Court had sent over those thirty-six Taiyi "sparring partners."

A rather bad premonition suddenly rose in Yunxiao's heart.

Sure enough.

The next moment, Luxuan turned to look at them.

"Don't rush back to the island later."

"Stand farther away and watch carefully."

Bixiao blinked.

"Watch what?"

Luxuan lifted his chin.

"Watch how a Quasi-Saint uses laws, how he borrows the momentum of heaven and earth, and how a higher realm suppresses a lower realm."

"Living teaching materials like this are not easy to find normally. Since he delivered himself to our doorstep, we cannot waste him."

The three Xiaos: "..."

Dongwang Gong in the distance clearly had no idea that his grand personal arrival at Penglai had already automatically been demoted in Luxuan's mouth from "leader of the male immortals" to "living teaching material."

If he knew, having his face turn dark would probably be the least of his problems.

The purple-gold immortal carriage soon stopped outside Penglai.

Dongwang Gong first swept his gaze across the Celestial Court cultivators bedraggled all over the sea, then slowly settled it upon Luxuan.

After only one glance, his brows imperceptibly furrowed.

Late Daluo Immortal.

He truly was only a Daluo Immortal.

Yet strangely, Luxuan gave him a feeling far more dangerous than an ordinary Great Luo Perfection cultivator.

Especially as the other stood at Penglai's edge, the entire immortal island seemed to have become linked with his aura, making Dongwang Gong unable for a moment to tell whether he was facing merely one person—or all of Penglai.

"You are Luxuan?"

Dongwang Gong spoke. His voice was not loud, yet it rang clearly across a million-mile radius.

Luxuan nodded.

"You are Dongwang Gong?"

The surroundings instantly fell silent.

The brows of quite a few Celestial Court cultivators twitched.

His Majesty had asked for your name, and you turned around and asked His Majesty whether he was Dongwang Gong?

That manner of speaking practically had I do not take you seriously written all over his face.

Dongwang Gong did not lose his composure over a single sentence. Only, his voice became several degrees colder than before.

"This seat sent people to Penglai three times. My original intent was merely to have you register in the immortal rolls and acknowledge the Celestial Court's rule. I did not attempt to seize your Daoist grounds."

"Yet you first injured the Celestial Court's envoys, then defeated three Daluo Immortals, and now have even suppressed all one hundred thousand of my Celestial Court's immortal soldiers into the Eastern Sea."

"Luxuan, should you not give this seat an explanation?"

After hearing him out, Luxuan's expression became somewhat strange.

"Your people came running to this poor Daoist's doorstep three times, demanding that this poor Daoist listen to you."

"When they could not win, you now want this poor Daoist to explain himself?"

"Dongwang Gong, this poor Daoist has yet to see any other abilities from you, leader of the male immortals, but you seem quite practiced at turning black into white."

Bixiao could not hold it in; the corners of her mouth immediately curled upward.

The expressions of the several Celestial Court Daluo Immortals, meanwhile, became uglier one after another.

Dongwang Gong's gaze completely darkened.

"It seems there is indeed no need to continue talking today."

Luxuan smiled.

"It should have been this way long ago."

"Why say so much?"

"Didn't you come here to fight?"

Dongwang Gong's aura abruptly changed.

Boom!

The Quasi-Saint pressure erupted in full.

The Eastern Sea, which had only just calmed, erupted once more. The seawater for billions of miles was forced outward at the same time, while a vast purple sun slowly rose behind Dongwang Gong. Within it, the fortune of countless male immortals faintly gathered, its grandeur so immense that even the surrounding space began to distort.

The three Xiaos instantly felt their shoulders sink.

Even with the Penglai Formation blocking most of the pressure, the Quasi-Saint aura still made their Primordial Spirits instinctively tremble.

Luxuan lightly waved his sleeve.

All pressure falling upon the three of them instantly vanished without a trace.

"Retreat two hundred thousand miles."

"Do not merely watch the spectacle."

"Especially you, Yunxiao."

Luxuan's gaze fell upon his eldest disciple.

"Pay attention to how the surrounding aura changes each time he mobilizes the spiritual qi of heaven and earth."

Yunxiao's expression turned solemn.

"This disciple understands."

Dongwang Gong's expression finally became somewhat hard to maintain.

The two sides were already about to fight.

Yet this man was actually still giving his disciples a lesson?

"Insolence!"

With a cold shout.

Dongwang Gong made a grasping motion with his right hand.

An ancient staff, entirely purple-gold and coiled with a dragon head, instantly appeared in his palm.

A Supreme-grade Innate Spirit Treasure.

The Dragonhead Staff!

The moment the treasure appeared, boundless purple qi gathered from all corners of heaven and earth.

Dongwang Gong stepped forward.

The Dragonhead Staff tapped forward.

It appeared to be a simple strike, yet it caused the space across tens of thousands of miles ahead to collapse all at once. A purple-gold divine dragon formed from pure Quasi-Saint mana raised its head to the sky with a roar, carrying boundless immortal Dao fortune as it crashed toward Luxuan.

Luxuan remained standing where he was.

Only when that purple-gold divine dragon had already come within a thousand miles did he turn his head and glance at Yunxiao.

"The first lesson."

"Watch carefully."