Descending into a New World, a Pink Peach Blossom Tribulation

"Buzz--"

Amidst the endless Xukong turbulence, Dongfang Yueming's consciousness instantly transcended the dimensional barriers and returned to the immortal Immortal Saint's true form, who sat cross-legged deep within the Nether Heaven, radiating an aura of suppressing eternity.

"The first world, the Crimson Profound World, has been successfully concluded."

He slowly opened his eyes, his deep pupils reflecting the illusion and destruction of the starry sky. He could clearly feel that his soul essence had undergone a wondrous transformation, bringing him one step closer to the mysterious realm of the Immortal Emperor, the "one of all realms, the eternal true self."

But he did not linger.

"Time is of the essence, continue."

Dongfang Yueming closed his eyes again, and his vast Divine Sense communicated with the system deep within his mind, instantly locking onto another coordinate in the vast starry sea.

"Begin, the Second Descent!"

"Smack!"

A crisp, sharp crack of the whip, accompanied by a searing pain, abruptly pulled Dongfang Yueming back to reality from the dimensional chaos.

"Get the hell out of here! Anyone who dawdles, I'll beat their skin to a pulp!"

Rough, violent shouts and curses exploded in my ears.

When Dongfang Yueming opened his eyes, all he could see was a rugged and muddy mountain road.

He found himself stumbling along in a long line. His wrists were tightly bound with rough hemp rope, he was dressed in tattered coarse hemp clothing, and the soles of his straw sandals were worn through, his toes covered in mud and blood.

At the front and back of the group were dozens of fierce-looking bandits wielding gleaming broadswords.

[Is this... a mortal?]

Dongfang Yueming frowned slightly, instantly absorbing the remaining memories of this body.

His current identity is still Dongfang Yueming. He is an orphan who makes a living by begging and doing odd jobs on the streets. Three days ago, this group of bandits who called themselves "Black Wind Stronghold" suddenly rushed into the town, burning, killing and looting, and forcibly kidnapped all the handsome boys in the town aged twelve to eighteen.

The original owner was already frail and sickly, and had actually passed away last night amidst the hunger and fright along the way, which allowed Dongfang Yueming's consciousness to successfully descend.

Human trafficking?

Dongfang Yueming stretched his frail body and pondered to himself.

"And they specifically target young, strong teenagers... It seems the buyer has a peculiar preference."

He glanced at the system panel, where the long string of "hundreds of billions" of Immortal Points remained quietly lying there, like a stabilizing pillar, leaving him completely unmoved.

"The spiritual energy of this world seems much denser than that of the Crimson Profound World, but the fluctuations in its laws are somewhat..."

He decided to hold back for now and figure out the ins and outs of this world first.

"Hurry up! Once we get past this mountain, hand over these 'top-grade immortal seedlings' to the adults, and we brothers can go out for a drink and a lavish feast!" The one-eyed bandit leader at the front shouted, his eyes gleaming with greed.

Just as the bandits were driving the desperate boys, preparing to cross the ridge...

"Ding-a-ling--"

A clear, melodious sound, like celestial music, suddenly drifted from the heavens above.

Accompanying it was a strange and intensely fragrant aroma that was almost dizzying!

"What is that?!"

A gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd.

Both the bound boy and the ferocious bandits looked up in horror at the sky.

Suddenly, countless pink peach petals began to fall from the azure sky.

Amidst a shower of petals, an exquisitely crafted flower boat, radiating a pink glow, emerged from the clouds!

Four or five women stood on the flower boat.

They tread on the Xukong, their robes fluttering in the wind.

"God... Heavenly Immortal! Heavenly Immortal has descended to earth!"

A boy was so excited that his legs went weak and he knelt down with a thud.

The other boys, as if grasping at a straw, knelt down one after another, their eyes gleaming with an intense desire and will to survive!

However.

Hidden in the crowd, Dongfang Yueming's eyes twitched slightly when he saw the "fairy" costumes.

These nuns... aren't they dressed far too "revealingly"?

Rather than being ethereal and otherworldly, it's more accurate to say she's... irresistibly charming!

Their gowns were as thin as cicada wings, exposing large swaths of their snow-white skin to the air; the glimpses of their skin were enough to make any normal man's blood boil.

What's even more striking is their gaze.

That was definitely not the gaze of a compassionate, benevolent fairy.

That was clearly the greed and frenzy that only appears when looking at a group of fresh and delicious "food," or rather, "prey"!

"Immortal Master! Immortal Master, spare my life!"

The one-eyed bandit leader clearly recognized the newcomer and was so frightened that he couldn't even hold his knife steady. He immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed frantically.

"We are from Black Wind Stronghold, and this batch of goods is specially prepared for you immortal masters..."

"Giggle..."

On the flower boat, the leading female cultivator in red let out a charming and seductive laugh.

"The goods are barely up to standard, but you bunch of brutes are such a killjoy."

Before he could finish speaking...

She gently raised her delicate hand.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Several pink energy blades, like venomous snakes, instantly slashed through the sky!

"Well..."

Before the one-eyed leader could even scream, a thin red line appeared on his neck. The next second, his head rolled like a ball into the mud on the ground.

The remaining dozens of bandits didn't even have time to react before they were reduced to a pile of severed limbs by the intersecting pink air blades!

Blood stained the mountain path red.

This cruel and bloody scene, coupled with the delicate laughter of the female cultivators, seemed extremely eerie.

"Alright, little ones."

The female cultivator in red covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her gaze sweeping over the terrified youths below.

"The bad guys are all dead."

"From today onwards, you are disciples of my [Ultimate Bliss Immortal Ancestor]. As long as you behave well, your sisters guarantee you'll experience... ecstasy and bliss like Heavenly Immortal!"

The young men, who had escaped death, were so excited when they heard the words "Immortal Ancestor" and saw these incredibly beautiful female cultivators that their faces turned red and their eyes were filled with a fervent desire to cultivate immortality.

"Thank you so much, fairy sister, for saving my life!"

"We are willing to join the Immortal Ancestor!"

Only the Dongfang Yueming.

He mingled among the kneeling crowd, head bowed, but a mocking smile played on his lips.

[The Ultimate Bliss Immortal Ancestor?]

[This is clearly a demonic sect called the Joyful Union Sect disguised Hehuan Sect!]

Dongfang Yueming sneered inwardly.

[but...]

He sensed the dormant system within his body, a hunter's glint flashing in his eyes.

[I'm just wondering where to find the cultivation techniques for this world to Point Allocation.]

[Since you've come to me of your own accord... then I, Dongfang Yueming, will gladly accept this ' Ultimate Bliss Immortal Ancestor '!]