Chapter 214: The Dragon Immortal Sect is in Chaos

Inside the secret realm pearl, the hundred-foot-tall yunling daoguo was placed beside the black main hall.

Below it were the scarce top-grade Spiritual Veins!

The yunling daoguo would thrive much better growing here than in the small space of a wooden box!

As for the true dragon immortal bones, Fu Huaian didn't care for a dead object with the power of an Ascension Realm, he planned to feed all the Dragon Soul Secret Realm's dragon souls and true dragon immortal bones to Yao Qi!

He wondered what Realm Dragon Baby could reach after absorbing them!

On the open ground outside the main hall, Yao Qi looked at the pearly white dragon bones, her beautiful eyes gleaming with golden light, utterly covetous.

Indeed, her own diligent cultivation was nothing compared to following the right person… Her love for Fu Huaian once again reached a Peak. If he didn't have important matters to attend to now, Yao Qi would never let him leave the secret realm pearl!

Yao Qi calmed her emotions for a long time, her golden skirt fluttering, her graceful figure floating to the head of the dragon bones.

She sat down cross-legged, meticulously refining the dragon bones. This was not something that could be accomplished in a short period.

Yu Long Immortal Sect's main Peak.

Fu Huaian was satisfied and gestured for Bai Mei to start absorbing!

Bai Mei nodded excitedly. With her as the center, red tentacles spread out across the sky and ground… A moment later, except for Song Zhao, all Cultivators above the Nascent Soul Realm turned into mummies!

The scene at Yu Long Immortal Sect at this moment became utterly tragic.

Bai Mei was slightly sated… Any outsider unaware of the truth, seeing this scene, who wouldn't believe Fu Huaian was an evil Cultivator?

Song Zhao had no temper left at this moment, standing in place with a pale face.

Fu Huaian glanced at him sideways, casually plunging a Sword into his Dantian.

Song Zhao's body trembled, and the rampant Sword Qi made him shiver with pain.

"Fu… Senior Fu, you said I would live."

Fu Huaian chuckled and nodded: "Yes, you will live, but only as a Mortal. I've left you sixty years of life. Whether you can enjoy your later years depends on your own fortune."

Song Zhao's eyes completely lost hope, becoming dull.

You want me, a Peak Immortal, to be a Mortal?

It's better to just stab me to death with a Sword.

Fu Huaian pulled out the Shen Yuan Immortal Sword, and Song Zhao, with his Dantian shattered and meridians destroyed, slumped to the ground.

He didn't curse Fu Huaian, but if Fu Huaian were a truly cold and ruthless Cultivator, all the Transcendent Realm Disciples of the Yu Long Immortal Sect would be dead.

Song Zhao felt no anger or hatred at this moment.

Instead, he was thinking about the Sect Master's wife.

Ever since that woman came to Yu Long Immortal Sect, from Han Tianling down to ordinary Elders, she had 'sampled' them all.

As if she had lost her mind.

But Song Zhao was different; he genuinely liked her.

After Han Tianling's death was announced by Fu Huaian, a complex thought arose in his heart.

If he could overcome this calamity, wouldn't he be able to openly make her the new Sect Master's wife?

Wouldn't he be able to stop her from doing those scandalous things?

Song Zhao propped himself up, gazing distantly at Hongqing Peak, his expression momentarily dazed.

He wondered how she would live her life after Yu Long Immortal Sect experienced this calamity, with her husband gone, her son gone, and even the Sect she resided in shattered…

Fu Huaian frowned slightly, glancing at Song Zhao.

What was this situation? Did he still have something he couldn't let go of?

Fu Huaian's Divine Sense carefully probed Hongqing Peak, and his face suddenly froze.

Inside the Immortal Cave on Hongqing Peak, sat a stunningly beautiful woman. Her cultivation was not high, only at the Nascent Soul Realm; if it were higher, she would have silently died by Bai Mei's hand earlier.

She wore a luxurious red dress, her graceful figure curvaceous, her skin as white as frost and snow.

With such a major event happening in the Sect, she couldn't possibly be unaware, yet her expression showed no abnormality.

Calm as water.

Fu Huaian grew curious. His figure flickered, and in a blink, he entered the Immortal Cave on Hongqing Peak.

"Who are you?"

The woman in red looked up at Fu Huaian, a captivating smile blooming on her beautiful face: "My name is Xu Xiu, and I am Han Tianling's wife."

She was not a foolish woman. Her radiant, beautiful eyes looked at Fu Huaian, and she said in a soft, charming voice: "You were able to kill your way into Yu Long Immortal Sect so easily, so Han Tianling must have been killed by you, right?"

Fu Huaian frowned at her, nodding slightly: "Han Jianqing was also killed by me."

The woman in red froze, momentarily stunned and blank.

At this moment, she was like a lifelike jade sculpture, sitting still, silent.

"No one told me Jianqing died. With his death, that old bastard must be furious, right?

It's good that Jianqing is dead. That little bastard dared to sneak into my bed; I wouldn't even give him to an entry-level Disciple…"

Fu Huaian felt a chill in his heart. The woman in front of him was devastatingly beautiful, but her mind was definitely troubled… He gently waved his sleeve, directly taking her from Hongqing Peak to the main Peak.

When Song Zhao saw Xu Xiu, his dim eyes suddenly lit up.

"Sect Master's wife… Xiu'er."

Xu Xiu glanced at him indifferently, her face expressionless.

"Song Zhao, I was bored and had fun with you a few times. Did it really make you obsessed?"

Song Zhao's face stiffened. These words were more hurtful than Fu Huaian's Sword.

"I truly cared for you. A woman like you shouldn't be like you usually are."

Xu Xiu's red lips curved slightly, cold and ruthless: "Truly cared? What kind of nonsense is that?"

Song Zhao propped himself up, his face instantly pale and bloodless.

"Xiu'er, you lied to me. You didn't say that before."

"You believe words spoken in bed?"

Fu Huaian silently watched the drama, and his mouth twitched at her words. How could this Yu Long Immortal Sect be so chaotic?

It was comparable to his Taiyi Sect… He directly interrupted: "Xu Xiu, who is the old bastard you mentioned earlier?"

Xu Xiu said coldly: "Yuan Daozi."

Fu Huaian remembered Han Tianling also mentioning this name and asked curiously:

"Who is he?"

"The Grand Elder of Shangling Mountain, my Master."

Just as Fu Huaian was about to ask more, a sudden change occurred.

A figure suddenly appeared in the distant sky.

Yuan Daozi.

Fu Huaian and Bai Mei instantly looked up with solemn expressions.

Yuan Daozi floated quietly in the air, looking down indifferently.

He glanced at Fu Huaian, then his gaze fell on Xu Xiu.

After more than a hundred years, meeting again, the initial stir in his heart was long gone.

Xu Xiu's eyes instantly turned crimson, she bit her silver teeth, glaring furiously at the sky, her delicate body trembling slightly with anger.

"Old bastard, you still dare to come!"

Xu Xiu, in her prime at sixteen, was exceptionally beautiful and possessed considerable Aptitude.

As soon as she arrived at Shangling Mountain, she was noticed by Yuan Daozi and taken as his Disciple.

Believing her immortal path would be smooth, she was instead harmed by her Master within a few days.

Xu Xiu was deeply distressed at the time, crying for several days.

But what could she do as a new Disciple in the Sect?

However, because of this incident, her relationship with Yuan Daozi quickly grew closer, which was a tremendous help to her future immortal path.

But after it happened too many times, when she became pregnant, everything changed.

It was extremely difficult for a Harmony Realm Cultivator like Yuan Daozi to have offspring, but she just happened to have such good luck.

What seemed like a good thing was actually the beginning of a disaster… Not only was she expelled from Shangling Mountain, but she was also forced to marry someone she had never met. Furthermore, after coming here, she wasn't even allowed to cultivate in peace, for fear that she might one day seek out Shangling Mountain.

How could Xu Xiu not harbor monstrous hatred for Yuan Daozi?