36: This man is someone we can't afford to mess with!

"Idiot! What the hell do you know?!"

The Old Grandfather's voice trembled.

"Look closely at those two female Cultivators again!

The aura around them is not that of the Nascent Soul Stage at all!

That is the result of being forcibly suppressed by some supreme secret art! I can feel it; either of them could make you vanish with just a breath!"

"And that man..." The Old Grandfather's voice grew drier, "The sword in his hand... that sword... even I can't discern its Rank!"

"Kid! Forget about any immortal destiny!

Listen to my advice: leave immediately! The farther, the better!

We cannot afford to provoke this man!"

He looked towards the house again, this time not focusing on the beauty of the two Fairies, but carefully sensing the faint aura emanating from them.

This sensation immediately made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, a chill shooting from the soles of his feet straight to his head!

"What? Had enough of looking? If you have, then it's time to die, isn't it?"

Tang Sang looked up in horror, only to see the enchanting woman inside the house had turned her head at some point and was looking at him through the door crack with a half-smile.

Her gaze was like looking at prey that had already fallen into a spiderweb, to be toyed with at will.

With just a single glance, Tang Sang felt his Divine Soul about to be torn apart!

It was an absolute suppression due to a difference in Realm, leaving him unable to even conceive of resistance!

"It's over!"

Tang Sang's mind went blank.

"Alas... you brat! You're going to be the death of me sooner or later!"

After a helpless sigh, an ancient jade talisman emitting strong spatial fluctuations flew out from the ring, instantly bursting open and transforming into a silver light that completely enveloped Tang Sang, who had yet to grasp the situation.

With a flash of silver light, Tang Sang's figure vanished without a trace.

"A bit interesting; it's a spatial teleportation," Su Lin said calmly.

"Such instant teleportation Spells are not something a Cultivator of his level should possess."

"Then this Disciple will go and bring him back!"

"No need." Su Lin waved his hand, "This kind of teleportation Spell is random; even he doesn't know where it will take him."

He glanced around the still elegant bamboo house, a hint of resolve flashing in his eyes.

"Things are settled here; it's time for us to leave too."

Hearing they were to leave, a hint of reluctance, but more so anticipation, flashed in both Mu Qingxue and Luo Ximei's eyes.

"Revered Master, where are we going next?" Mu Qingxue asked softly.

Su Lin cast his gaze towards the distant north, the most prosperous region of the continent.

"To Tianshu City."

"Master-Seeking Alliance..."

A glint flashed in Luo Ximei's peach blossom eyes, "Revered Master, are you going to look for Sixth Junior Sister?"

"Mm." Su Lin nodded, "You seven sisters are now scattered everywhere. If we want to gather everyone again, Sixth Disciple's Master-Seeking Alliance is the best hub."

"What's more..." He paused, a complex look flashing in his eyes, "A hundred years unseen, I wonder what that girl has become now."

He remembered that the Sixth Disciple was the most intelligent, perceptive, and worldly of the seven.

But precisely because of this, she was also the one most easily burdened by the Mortal World.

"Oh, yes, yes!" Luo Ximei immediately clapped her hands in agreement, "It's a good chance for this Disciple to see if Sixth Junior Sister is still that little money-grubber who fell into a money pit."

"Then shall we depart now?" Mu Qingxue looked at Su Lin, confirming with him.

"No rush, Little Junior Sister, this place is so peaceful, let's have a good chat with Revered Master before we go!"

Mu Qingxue didn't speak, merely tidying Su Lin's collar in silence.

Three days later, the group no longer lingered and walked out of the Listening Rain Pavilion.

As they left, this Small World, sealed for a hundred years, slowly closed once more, transforming into an invisible faint light that vanished into the depths of the Fallen Immortal Ravine.

On the other side, Tang Sang felt as if his Divine Soul and body were about to be torn to shreds by the violent spatial turbulence.

After an unknown period, the tearing force finally disappeared, and he plummeted downwards like a thrown stone.

"Plop!"

"Cough, cough... What kind of hellish place is this..."

Tang Sang struggled to his feet from the knee-deep mud, a suffocating stench assaulting his nostrils.

He looked around blankly, only to see several large black-haired pigs surrounding him, grunting and snorting.

Low stone walls, a crude shed roof, and underfoot was a mixture of straw.

This... was actually a pigsty!

"No!!!"

A furious roar, filled with grief and indignation, burst from Tang Sang's throat! He, Tang Sang, the Son of Destiny!

One moment he was in an ancient immortal mansion surrounded by Immortal Qi, and the next, he had actually... actually fallen into a pigsty?!

What a monstrous humiliation! This was a disgrace he could never wash away in his entire life!

"Old geezer! Get out here! Is this what you call a random teleportation?!"

Tang Sang furiously roared at the ring on his finger, but the ring remained unresponsive, having long fallen silent.

Just as he was raging impotently, a slightly hunched figure carrying a pig feed bucket appeared at the entrance of the pigsty.

"Oh, my heavens! You... who are you, you thief? How did you fall into my pigsty?!"

An Old Farmer, dressed in coarse linen clothes, stared at Tang Sang, who was covered in mud and reeking, so startled that the pig feed bucket in his hand dropped to the ground.

Not good, his pathetic state had actually been seen by a Mortal.

A sinister killing intent flashed in Tang Sang's eyes instantly.

As the future protagonist of the world, how could he tolerate common Mortals witnessing his embarrassment? He must silence them!

He raised his hand, about to flick out a spiritual energy projectile.

However, the surge of spiritual energy he expected did not appear; his fingertips were empty, and his Dantian was even emptier, like a dry well.

"What's going on? My spiritual energy?!"

Tang Sang's face changed drastically. He frantically examined himself inwardly, only to despairingly discover that the spiritual energy in his body had been completely depleted!

He instantly understood something, and his face became even uglier than the mud in the pigsty.

"Damn it! That cursed old man! That damned teleportation array, it actually consumed my spiritual energy!"

Seeing him hold his hand up for a long time without moving, the Old Farmer's fearful expression gradually turned to suspicion. He bravely held the pig feed bucket in front of him as a shield and vigilantly asked, "You... what exactly do you want to do?"

Tang Sang was both anxious and angry, but he forced a profound and inscrutable expression onto his face. He slowly lowered his hand, clasped them behind his back, and imitating the Old Grandfather's usual commanding demeanor, he let out a cold snort:

"Common Mortal, you have eyes but fail to recognize Mount Tai!

This venerable one is a reclusive expert who has traveled here, and only due to a slight mishap in Cultivating a divine art have I temporarily fallen into distress here.

If you serve me well, once this venerable one recovers my cultivation, I will casually bestow upon you a few Medicinal Pills, which can ensure you suffer no illnesses and extend your life by a hundred years!"

"An expert? You?"

The Old Farmer spat on the ground, "I think you're just a thief who tried to steal a pig and fell into the manure pit!

Medicinal Pills? Get out of here right now! Otherwise, I'll set the dogs on you!"