Chapter Fifteen: Plundering the World of Immortal Cultivation

The world of cultivation.

A massive crater had just been blasted open. In its heart, a nine-story celestial pavilion materialized out of thin air, radiating waves of dazzling light and standing tall at the center of the pit.

Above the pavilion’s entrance hung a signboard. The three characters “Treasure Gathering Pavilion” shimmered with a faint, oppressive aura.

Immortal Tianhua lay sprawled on the open ground beside the pavilion, gazing with a foolish, entranced look at a fairy standing nearby. Blood stained his robes, a gaping hole marred his abdomen, his right wrist was nowhere to be seen, and his breath was weak—his injuries were clearly severe.

All around, more than a dozen celestial immortals sat slumped on the ground, bloodied and wounded, their faces twisted with anger as they glared in Tianhua’s direction.

Little Beize swooped down from the edge of the sky, landing by Tianhua’s side. With two fingers pressed together, he released a wave of energy that enveloped Tianhua’s body.

The blood rapidly faded from Tianhua’s form, and his blood-soaked Daoist robes returned to pristine white. The minor wounds across his body began to heal, but the gaping hole in his abdomen and the missing hand remained unchanged.

In the distance, dozens of heavenly soldiers clad in silver armor flew over to tend to the wounded immortals.

A rotund immortal soon arrived, flanked by two heavenly generals in golden armor. All three landed before Immortal Tianhua.

One of the generals tossed out a divine talisman. It glowed with a green light that enveloped Tianhua, pulsating with waves of vibrant life force, as if massaging his wounds. Tianhua’s dazed eyes slowly drifted shut.

The hole in his stomach began to close, and the lost hand gradually reassembled itself.

“Greetings, Lord Lunxia,” Little Beize bowed deeply to the portly immortal.

“Rise, Little Beize,” Lord Lunxia replied. “Tell me, what exactly happened here?”

“We were all gathered, chatting together, when suddenly, for reasons unknown, my master’s cell phone exploded,” Little Beize replied.

“Exploded? What brand was it?”

“A Korean brand, but I don’t know the specifics,” Little Beize answered, pouting and shaking his head.

“I told him not to buy those Korean phones, but he never listens,” Lord Lunxia said, looking at Beize with curiosity. “How is it that you weren’t injured?”

“At the last critical moment, Master used a teleportation talisman to send me away. He absorbed the force of the blast himself,” Little Beize explained, his gaze full of concern for his master. “Master, are you all right?”

A silly laugh burst from Tianhua’s lips as he gazed at Little Beize.

Lord Lunxia signaled for the heavenly general to withdraw the talisman. As soon as it was gone, Tianhua suddenly leapt to a fairy’s side and planted a kiss on her cheek.

“Outrageous!” Lord Lunxia roared, stretching out a giant palm to seize Tianhua, but in the next instant, his anger melted into regret.

“Lord Lunxia…” Little Beize pleaded from the side.

“Little Beize, your master’s seven souls… they’re lost,” Lord Lunxia said, producing a gourd and capturing Tianhua inside.

“Lost?” Beize was startled and sighed. “Without his seven souls, my master’s cultivation…”

“I’ll take him back to the Soul Workshop and see if we can find compatible souls. Don’t worry, lost cultivation can be regained—it’ll just take some rare treasures and effort,” Lord Lunxia reassured him. With a final glance at the pavilion, he shook his head and rode a cloud away.

The two heavenly generals remained behind.

The wounded immortals, now recovered, all flew over to Beize. Each began to offer words of comfort—even the fairy whom Tianhua had just harassed.

But Beize paid them no mind, preoccupied with worry for his master.

Though the immortals were still angry at Tianhua for the explosion that had injured them all, the sudden appearance of the celestial pavilion made them eager for a share of the spoils. Everything in the Sacred Origin Mountains belonged to Immortal Tianhua—including this newly revealed pavilion.

With Tianhua’s seven souls gone and Little Beize his sole direct disciple, the others were now eager to curry favor with Beize.

“I know what you’re all thinking. The pavilion belongs to my master; I can’t make any decisions about it. We’ll wait for him to wake before discussing anything,” Little Beize said, now far more mature than before—a different person from the child he had been.

“Your master’s phone blew us all up, and now that he’s gone, you’ll have to answer for the damages,” someone said.

“You forced me to act,” Beize replied. A fierce wind rose, slicing across the immortals like knives, leaving bloody marks on each.

The immortals immediately threw up protective barriers. The combined shields of over a dozen immortals only held for a single assault before showing cracks.

“Enough!” the heavenly general barked.

Beize curled his lip, and the wind faded.

The fighting ceased.

“This place will temporarily be managed by the Heavenly Generals’ Pavilion until Immortal Tianhua recovers,” the general announced, sweeping his gaze around. “Does anyone object?”

“No,” the immortals all replied, bowing their heads.

“And you?” the general asked Beize.

“I have no objections,” Beize answered.

With that, the two heavenly generals took up guard outside the pavilion.

…

The Grand Xia Empire

Provincial Capital

Inside a house in Earth Immortal Village.

Hei Yu lay asleep on the sofa. In his dream, he saw a towering nine-story celestial pavilion.

At this moment, Hei Yu was nothing but a vision—none of the immortals, soldiers, or generals could see him, nor did he care to interact with them.

Yet the pavilion called to him with a sense of deep familiarity. He floated to the main entrance and read the sign above: “Treasure Gathering Pavilion.”

A wave of pressure pressed down on him.

[Detected a treasury. Establishing connection.]

[9%] …

Hei Yu paid it no mind, his consciousness dimmed to a whisper, simply waiting quietly outside the door.

[100%]

The pavilion’s light suddenly exploded in brilliance, dazzling as the midday sun!

The next instant, even those powerful immortals and heavenly soldiers and generals had to shield their eyes from the light.

A low hum filled the air.

Then, as the radiance faded, the nine-story Treasure Gathering Pavilion vanished into thin air.

“What happened?” the immortals exclaimed in disbelief, rushing to where the pavilion had stood.

“It’s gone?”

Everyone was dumbfounded.

“Heh, serves you right,” Hei Yu’s voice suddenly echoed from above, resounding and powerful.

The immortals, still reeling from the vanishing pavilion, immediately went on alert.

“Who are you?” Little Beize called out, sword in hand, ready to fight.

“I’m your grandfather,” Hei Yu replied mischievously.

“Scoundrel!” a fairy spat. “If you know what’s good for you, return the pavilion, or you’ll have the entire cultivation world to answer to!”

“As long as you return the pavilion, we’ll forget about the past,” a heavenly general declared, his attitude toward Hei Yu a stark contrast to how he’d treated Beize. After all, as the one in charge of guarding the place, if the pavilion was lost under his watch, his reputation would be ruined.

“Even if I gave it back, you couldn’t keep it. So I won’t. Goodbye.”

“Wait, we can talk this out!” Little Beize tried to persuade him.

But Hei Yu didn’t respond. In fact, he hadn’t left at all, simply remained as a disembodied vision in the sky, observing.

Resentment value from Beize: +666…

From…

After harvesting a great wave of resentment, Hei Yu woke up with a laugh.