Truth be told, had Immortal Venerable Taixing been here in person, Li Chen would probably have angered him into coughing up blood.
What did he mean, he had done every act I could imagine?
Had Li Chen known what he was thinking, he would have added, "I've done the ones you haven't imagined, too."
Li Chen had already enraged Immortal Venerable Taixing's projection so badly that his "soul nearly scattered."
He was merely a conscious projection, not Immortal Venerable Taixing himself.
He had never imagined that he would suffer such humiliation at the hands of a lowly mortal in the human realm.
He had wanted to describe Li Chen with the filthiest words he knew.
Yet Li Chen paid his insults no mind whatsoever, and even declared, "Every word you say will fuel me tonight."
Those words struck Immortal Venerable Taixing's phantom utterly speechless.
Keeping silent left him feeling stifled, but if he cursed, wouldn't his immortal wife suffer even greater humiliation?
He was surely the first immortal venerable to find himself in such an agonizing predicament.
Immortal Venerable Taixing's projection also seemed to be under some sort of restraint. He could only pace in place, unable to move freely through the hall.
Li Chen paid little further attention to Immortal Venerable Taixing. Since he was already here, surely he couldn't go back empty-handed?
After thoroughly looting the Main Hall, Li Chen did indeed find a few things.
For instance, he found a spirit pearl containing a trace of immortal essence in a side hall, and an exceedingly profound body-tempering cultivation art in a secret chamber.
These things might have greatly benefited ordinary Saint Realm cultivators, but to Li Chen, who had long since reached the Saint Realm peak, they were tasteless to eat yet a pity to throw away.