Today, I Won't Kill You So You Remember the Name Penglai

After the Myriad Immortals Formation collapsed, the entire Celestial Court army's momentum visibly plummeted.

The hundred thousand immortal soldiers had suffered two consecutive formation breaches, and the confidence they had built up earlier was already almost gone.

Especially after seeing Luxuan walk out of the formation completely unscathed, quite a few Celestial Court cultivators had already begun to feel uneasy.

What exactly was this man?

Late Daluo Immortal?

What kind of Late Daluo Immortal fought like this?

First, he had punched back a Quasi-Saint.

Then, he had entered the Myriad Immortals Formation, dismantling it while teaching his disciple.

In the end, it had even been his disciple who found the crucial node first and broke the formation.

By this point, this battle was no longer about whether the Celestial Court would lose face.

It looked more like they had deliberately brought a hundred thousand men to Penglai as a hands-on teaching ground.

Dongwang Gong stood in midair, his expression ugly to the extreme.

Since becoming the leader of the male immortals, he had never suffered such an aggrieved defeat.

In terms of cultivation.

He was higher.

In terms of numbers.

The Celestial Court's hundred-thousand-strong army had descended upon them.

In terms of treasures.

He possessed the Dragonhead Staff bestowed by Hongjun.

Yet from beginning to end, he had gained almost no real advantage.

Luxuan's unhurried demeanor in particular gave Dongwang Gong an absurd feeling for the first time.

Even now—

His opponent probably had not truly gone all out.

"Still fighting?"

Luxuan spoke.

Dongwang Gong did not answer.

He merely tightened his grip on the Dragonhead Staff again.

His identity as the leader of the male immortals made it impossible for him to bow his head directly before a hundred thousand immortal soldiers.

Luxuan understood his meaning as well.

"Fine."

"Then I'll beat you until you no longer want to fight."

As the words fell—

Luxuan had already vanished.

Dongwang Gong's pupils contracted.

"So fast!"

The Dragonhead Staff almost instinctively swept across before him.

The next instant—

The fist arrived.

Clang!

Terrifying force instantly surged along the staff and spread through his entire body.

Dongwang Gong's whole right arm shook violently, and he was sent flying backward thousands of miles.

Before he could steady himself—

Luxuan's second punch had already arrived.

"Purple Palace Immortal Light!"

Dongwang Gong shouted.

Billions upon billions of violet rays instantly gathered before him, forming layer after layer of defensive barriers.

The first layer—

Shattered.

The second layer—

Shattered.

Just as the third layer formed, Luxuan's fist had already forcibly pierced through all the violet light.

Boom!

The dharma image behind Dongwang Gong shattered once more.

His entire body fell from the sky.

The sea surface exploded with a thunderous crash, blasting open an enormous crater.

"Imperial Lord!"

The Celestial Court crowd was horrified.

Several Great Luo Immortals had just prepared to step forward.

Luxuan merely turned and gave them a glance.

"Stay where you are."

His voice was not heavy.

Yet the several Great Luo Immortals truly stopped in their tracks.

It was not because they were obedient.

Rather, the instant Luxuan's gaze fell upon them, an incomparably terrifying Array Dao aura had sealed all the space around them.

Whoever dared step forward—

The next punch would most likely be theirs.

A flash of violet light flickered beneath the sea.

Dongwang Gong shot into the sky once again.

Compared with before, he was now clearly far more bedraggled.

His imperial crown sat slightly askew.

His Daoist robe was torn.

Blood had even appeared at the corner of his mouth for the first time.

But a Quasi-Saint was still a Quasi-Saint.

His vitality and reserves of magical power far surpassed those of an ordinary Great Luo Immortal.

Luxuan could suppress him and beat him down, but he also knew that if Dongwang Gong was determined to flee, keeping him here for good would not be as easy as it appeared.

Since he could not kill him—

He might as well squeeze something out of him first.

He could not spend so long acting as a sparring partner for nothing.

"Dongwang Gong."

Luxuan did not continue punching.

"Still want to fight?"

Dongwang Gong's expression shifted unpredictably.

He glanced at the Celestial Court cultivators around him, whose morale had already fallen to rock bottom, then looked toward the completely undamaged Penglai Formation in the distance. At last, he understood that continuing today's battle had become meaningless.

If they kept fighting—

They would gain nothing except giving more Great Wilderness powers a spectacle to laugh at.

"What do you want?"

Dongwang Gong's voice was low.

Luxuan smiled.

Wouldn't it have been better to ask that sooner?

It would have saved everyone trouble.

"First."

"From this day onward, no one under the Celestial Court may enter the sea region within hundreds of millions of miles around Penglai unless they report in advance."

Dongwang Gong's brows furrowed slightly.

But he did not refute it.

"Second."

"You have come to my door three times, disturbing my disciples' cultivation and damaging the Eastern Sea's environment. You should compensate us somehow."

Dongwang Gong's eyelid twitched.

Disturbing his disciples' cultivation?

Who had beaten the Celestial Court's people into swimming across the sea during the first two visits?

And damaging the Eastern Sea's environment was even more outrageous.

The one who had fought most viciously just now had clearly been him.

But circumstances were stronger than men.

Dongwang Gong endured it.

"What do you want?"

Luxuan had clearly calculated it all long ago.

"Three Large Innate Spiritual Veins."

"Ten Innate Spiritual Roots."

"Three High-grade Innate Spirit Treasures."

"Also, send over a batch of Innate immortal materials needed for alchemy and artifact refinement."

"The quantity need not be excessive."

"Just calculate the equivalent of the resources consumed by those hundred thousand immortal soldiers today."

Dongwang Gong's face twitched violently.

This was called not excessive?

Did he have some misunderstanding of the words "not much"?

Three Large Innate Spiritual Veins were one thing.

The Celestial Court had a vast foundation, and there were quite a few around Purple Palace Isle.

They could also produce ten Innate Spiritual Roots.

But three High-grade Innate Spirit Treasures, on top of vast quantities of Innate immortal materials—this was no ordinary compensation.

This was called carving flesh directly from the Celestial Court's body.

"Your appetite is far too great."

Dongwang Gong spoke coldly.

Luxuan nodded.

"Then let's continue fighting."

After saying that, he raised his fist.

The movement was exceedingly natural.

There was not the slightest intention to haggle.

Dongwang Gong: "..."

He discovered that Luxuan did things somewhat outside the usual logic of the Great Wilderness.

When powerful figures normally negotiated terms, they would at least talk about heavenly fate, karma, and providence, before each side took a step back.

But when it came to Luxuan, there were only two choices.

Give it.

Or keep taking a beating.

It was so simple and crude that, for a moment, one did not even know how to bargain.

Bixiao in the distance was already close to bursting into laughter.

For the first time, she learned that besides being able to fight, her master also had such style when conducting business.

Dongwang Gong was silent for a long time.

In the end, he still suppressed his anger.

"Fine."

The expressions of the Celestial Court crowd changed in unison.

But no one dared say anything.

In today's battle, the Celestial Court had indeed lost.

If they remained here, they would only lose even more disgracefully.

"However, I also have one condition."

Dongwang Gong stared at Luxuan.

"After today, you of Penglai may not take the initiative to encroach upon the Celestial Court's existing territory."

Luxuan did not even need to think about it.

"Fine."

He truly had no interest in the Celestial Court's territories right now.

He had not even fully developed Penglai yet. Going out to seize a pile of ordinary sea regions would be nothing but adding to his own workload.

If the Celestial Court came knocking again someday, that would be another matter.

Dongwang Gong drew a deep breath.

"Compensation will be delivered within three days."

"Move!"

At his command.

The Celestial Court's army of a hundred thousand, as though granted a pardon, swiftly reformed its ranks and departed the Eastern Sea.

When they had come, they had blanketed the sky and blotted out the sun, their war drums shaking heaven and earth.

Yet when they left, they were unusually quiet.

Even the flood dragons pulling the immortal carriages moved far faster than before, as if afraid the man behind them might suddenly change his mind and demand another sum for emotional damages.

Luxuan did not stop them.

Only after everyone from the Celestial Court had completely vanished beyond the horizon did he turn to look at the Three Cloud Sisters.

Bixiao was the first to hurry over.

"Master."

"Did we get rich?"

Luxuan glanced at her.

"Didn't you always think Penglai was already very wealthy?"

Bixiao nodded seriously.

"It was."

"But seeing the way you demanded things just now, I suddenly feel that being rich and continuing to get richer don't seem to conflict."

Luxuan laughed.

When this girl applied her comprehension to strange places, it was still absurdly high.

Yunxiao, however, was still immersed in the insights she had gained from the Myriad Immortals Formation.

"Master."

"This disciple wishes to return to Enlightenment Cliff and enter seclusion for a time."

"Go."

Luxuan nodded.

"First digest what you saw just now."

"Especially do not think of blindly copying the Myriad Immortals Formation."

"The formation belongs to others."

"Only the Dao is your own."

Yunxiao gave a solemn salute.

"This disciple understands."

The three sisters soon returned to the depths of Penglai.

Standing at the island's edge, Luxuan glanced in the direction the Celestial Court had departed and did not dwell on it further.

He had already made himself perfectly clear.

The first time they came knocking, he could treat it as the other side not knowing any better.

This time, Dongwang Gong had come in person, and Luxuan had given him every possible way out.

If there was a next time.

Then three spiritual veins and a few spiritual roots would not be enough to settle it.

Purple Palace Isle.

The moment Dongwang Gong returned to the immortal palace, he headed straight into the main hall.

The Celestial Court's experts followed behind him, but no one dared speak first.

The entire hall was oppressively tense.

After a long while.

Dongwang Gong heavily struck the Dragonhead Staff against the ground.

"Open the treasury."

The Great Luo in charge of the Celestial Court treasury stiffened.

"Your Majesty..."

Dongwang Gong closed his eyes.

"Three Large Innate Spiritual Veins."

"Ten Innate Spiritual Roots."

"Three High-grade Innate Spirit Treasures."

"Also prepare a batch of Innate immortal materials."

"Tomorrow."

"Send them to Penglai."