Er’er: ???

Frightened into curling up her hands and feet, she stared at the person before her in shock, thinking that no matter how she looked at herself, she didn’t resemble an Immortal Person Fruit. She had only heard that the Banquet Immortal Platform was for Supreme Gods to taste immortal fruits and jade nectar, not that they would eat people.

This person had immortal energy, but when he spoke, he was like a ghost that had crawled up from the netherworld—cold and morbid. His pupils carried a faint bloodiness as he stared at her steadily, even licking his lips.

“I don’t taste good!” Seeing that he was truly contemplating her flavor, Er’er quickly hugged her head and shouted, “I only have a thousand years of cultivation! Eating fifty Immortal Person Fruits would be more beneficial than eating me. My immortal energy isn’t pure, and my cultivation isn’t refined—you’ll get a stomachache!”

The person who was opening his mouth toward her paused.

“Impure immortal energy?” He tilted his head slightly, as if recalling something interesting, and chuckled softly, “I should eat small immortals with impure energy. That’s more nourishing.”

The small immortal he was holding stared with wide eyes, her snow-white little face puffing up her cheeks, her mouth almost pouting as she looked at him: “No way?”

Finding her reaction far more interesting than other immortals, he laughed lightly, placing her on a nearby tree stump, then leaned forward with his hands at her sides, bringing himself to her eye level.

“Catch two more small immortals for me, and I might not eat you first.”

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What a deadly condition! Er’er was on the verge of tears: “Everyone at the Banquet Immortal Platform is either a True Lord or Supreme God. How could I catch any small immortals? Besides, eating other immortals violates the Heavenly Laws.”

“Heavenly Laws?” He pinched his icy earlobe and sneered, “Those are just to fool idiots like you.”

These words were truly arrogant, making Er’er shudder. She quickly made a gesture of silence to him, then anxiously glanced at the sky.

“Don’t speak recklessly. If Heavenly Punishment hears, it will surely come after us.” She didn’t say the second half—that while it wouldn’t matter if he was struck, she would be implicated by being at his side.

Though she didn’t voice this thought, her eyes were full of wariness as she sat on the tree stump, unconsciously drawing in her feet.

How could there be such a sweet and delectable small immortal? He looked at her, unable to help licking his teeth again.

Ignorant of heavenly matters, docile yet timid—one bite and her blood would surely be sweet. On the side of her neck was a faint mole, small and delicate, as if temptingly showing him where to bite.

He instinctively reached out to touch it.

Er’er retreated repeatedly, tucking her legs up and moving back a considerable distance, anxiously saying: “Supreme God, we have no grudges between us. Killing me for no reason would burden you with resentment, which would affect your cultivation. Besides, this is the Banquet Immortal Platform. You might be discovered at any moment and face questioning—how disadvantageous! If you’re hungry, this humble immortal can find you more immortal fruits and jade nectar, how about that?”

“Immortal fruits and jade nectar are not tasty.” He dissatisfactorily pinched his empty fingers.

An immortal passed by in the distance. Er’er heard the sound and immediately wanted to call for help, but the person before her moved extremely quickly, reaching out to cover her mouth.

“Well met, Supreme God Xin Wu.”

The immortal saw the silhouette from afar but didn’t approach, merely clasping his hands in greeting before hurrying away.

Er’er: “…”

Why did that name sound familiar?

Xin Wu calmly watched the immortal depart, then turned back, sinisterly whispering in her ear: “What were you going to shout? Let me hear it now.”

Goosebumps rose all over her body, and Er’er obediently closed her mouth, shaking her head.

No more shouting, no more shouting—it would be useless even if she shouted until her throat was raw.

Xin Wu was a god from ancient times, at a level similar to Boss Li Ye. If he truly wanted to eat her, she had no means of resistance. But why was she so unlucky to encounter him just by taking a casual walk?

Er’er didn’t have a deep understanding of immortal history in the Nine Heavens. She had only heard from her senior sister that tens of thousands of years ago, before the Heavenly Laws, immortals would kill each other, with the strong preying on the weak, creating chaos. Xin Wu had appeared during that time, slaughtering over a hundred immortals before being granted the title of Supreme God.

Unexpectedly, after tens of thousands of years, he still hadn’t abandoned his habit of eating immortals.

Slumping dejectedly onto the tree stump, Er’er pointed at her spine: “This part is very hard. Don’t bite it forcefully. Eat my arms first; they’re softer. I’ve been suffering recently, so there’s not much meat on me. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

After saying this, she lay there despondently, not moving.

This surrender without resistance wasn’t fun at all. Xin Wu frowned, lifting her with one hand to sit upright, and said with dissatisfaction: “Won’t you try to persuade me again?”

“No point in trying. It’s useless.”

“Just try a couple more times. What if I soften my heart?”

“Would a Supreme God who kills without blinking soften his heart?” Er’er looked him up and down, shaking her head dismally. “I don’t believe it.”

His face darkening slightly, Xin Wu lifted her off the tree stump and pushed her from behind: “Go.”

“Hmm?” Er’er turned back in confusion.

“I told you to go. I won’t eat you.” He leaned against the tree stump, lazily yawning. “Boring.”

Her eyes gradually brightening, Er’er looked at him, confirming he truly intended to let her go. She quickly gave a cheer and ran toward the main banquet platform.

However, after just a few steps, she collided with an icy chest.

Looking up to see Xin Wu’s delicate, sickly face, Er’er despairingly realized that this Supreme God was a pervert who seemed to enjoy others’ pain and panic. More than eating people, his greater interest was in watching the expressions change on her face.

No wonder his immortal energy wasn’t pure. With such a temperament, how could he be an immortal? Half-god, half-demon would be more accurate.

“Are you looking down on me?” Seeing the strange look in her eyes, he instead smiled, stepping forward to corner her, drawling: “Do you think I should cultivate the demonic path?”

Though she shouldn’t, Er’er nodded at her heart.

He really should cultivate the demonic path. Although pursuing both immortal and demonic paths simultaneously easily led to deviation and destruction, keeping such a person in the Nine Heavens was truly a menace.

Xin Wu narrowed his eyes to scrutinize her expression, then suddenly laughed with great delight.

“Just you wait,” he said with profound gaze. “I will achieve greatness.”

Did this mean… he didn’t plan to eat her anymore? Er’er watched him warily, not daring to move or speak, afraid he might toy with her again.

“I’m in a good mood today.” Stepping back, Xin Wu waved his sleeve, the ink-colored cuff sweeping past her face, leaving behind a clear, crisp aura. “Come, I’ll take you to eat Immortal Person Fruits worth fifty years of cultivation.”

What?

The change came so suddenly that Er’er couldn’t react for a moment.

Just moments ago, he wanted to eat her, and now he wanted to take her to eat fruits?

Following him a few steps with suspicion, Er’er looked up and found he was indeed heading toward the main banquet platform.

As they walked in that direction, they encountered more immortals. Each immortal who met them bowed and made way. As she walked, Er’er gradually relaxed a little.

With so many immortals around, he hadn’t eaten her earlier, so surely he wouldn’t trick her into the main banquet platform to eat her.

The main banquet platform was a place only the Supreme Gods could attend for banquets. Even Zhu Yan couldn’t enter. Thirty-six immortal pavilions floated at varying heights on the lavender-colored immortal platform. Xin Wu led her onto one, and the pavilion slowly floated upward until their view was unobstructed.

Despite her unease, Er’er couldn’t help exclaiming “Wow!”

How amazing.

Xin Wu turned to look at her, seemingly quite pleased with her admiration. With a twist of his finger, he stuffed a large peach from the table into her hands.

“I have no attendant,” he said. “All the fruits are for you. Today, you cannot leave my side.”

Holding the heavy peach, Er’er looked at the immortals in the nearby pavilions and suddenly understood.

Supreme Gods needed to maintain their status. All the surrounding pavilions had attendants, so Xin Wu surely needed someone to uphold his face. His attendants had probably already ended up in his stomach, and temporarily recruiting her to fill in was better than being eaten.

She just needed to find a way to slip away before the banquet ended, and her life would be saved.

Silently encouraging herself, Er’er stood behind Xin Wu with the peach in her arms, her peripheral vision quickly scanning the surrounding immortal pavilions.

She was looking for Supreme God Chu Yuan, Taihe Xianshi’s close friend and the only person who could save Taihe in a few months. As long as the Immortal Master didn’t perish, Taihe’s sect wouldn’t suffer the later calamities.

However, the immortal pavilions were scattered in an irregular pattern, and despite looking for a long time, she couldn’t spot that familiar silhouette.

Just as she was getting anxious, spiritual energy suddenly surged from the center of the immortal platform.

The energy was clean and pure, a first-rate cultivation aid. Er’er watched as the surging energy was drawn into thirty-six streams, flying to each immortal pavilion. Those with higher cultivation received more, with some even drawing in a third in one breath.

That “some” was Xin Wu.

Standing behind him, Er’er watched in astonishment as that vast amount of spiritual energy surged toward them. She marveled that although this Supreme God was somewhat perverted, his cultivation was truly frightening. The leaders of the Nine Heavens’ Ten Gates were all seated in various places, yet he could draw in so much.

Moreover, after drawing it in, he held the energy in his hand, yet still seemed somewhat dissatisfied.

“What’s so special about this?” Xin Wu raised his eyes, looking toward Kan Pei in the distance. “The death resentment that the Kan Clan previously brought up was much more delicious.”

As soon as these words were spoken, all the Supreme Gods quietly enjoying their spiritual energy stiffened.

The Kan Clan’s leader’s fate was unknown, so Kan Pei had to attend the grand event. Kan Pei had been detached from worldly affairs for a long time. Upon hearing this, his face was full of confusion: “Supreme God Xin Wu, please be careful with your words. Bringing death resentment to the Nine Heavens violates the Heavenly Laws. My Kan Clan wholeheartedly cultivates the Dao. How could we do such a thing?”

“You’re the only one who doesn’t know,” Xin Wu chuckled lightly, casually tossing the refined spiritual energy ball behind him. “Weren’t there several Kan Clan Supreme Gods just now stopping Zhu Yan and demanding an explanation? They said Li Ye invaded your immortal sect and consumed the thousand-year death resentment that you had painstakingly smuggled to heaven.”

“…” Kan Pei looked back.

“Don’t listen to his nonsense!” Several Kan Clan Supreme Gods were furious. “We questioned Zhu Yan only because Li Ye forcibly invaded our sect, injured our people, and then fled without showing his face.”

“Oh?” Xin Wu remained unconcerned. “With Li Ye’s temperament, why would he invade your sect without reason?”

“That’s because…”

“Enough.” Kan Pei interrupted the person behind him, saying with a solemn face, “Today is just a banquet. Why bring up such disputes?”

He looked up at Xin Wu again: “The Supreme God has been in seclusion for a long time. Unexpectedly, upon emerging today, you’re still well-informed about everything.”

“You flatter me,” Xin Wu snorted and laughed. “Li Ye still owes me a death battle. Naturally, I keep close track of his news. If you want to settle scores with him, wait until I defeat him first.”

These words made everyone choke.

Er’er, who was frantically gathering the spiritual energy he had tossed down, also twitched her mouth corner upon hearing this.

Unbelievable, another person with an old grudge against the boss?

Fortunately, he had only emerged from seclusion today. Otherwise, if he discovered she was the boss’s disciple, she would have lost her life back at the tree stump.

Picking up the spiritual energy ball and tucking it into her clothes, Er’er shrank her neck and began to silently back away.

But after just a few steps back, she spotted an ascending immortal pavilion in the southeast, where a person with flowing white hair and an immortal bearing stood.

“Supreme God Chu Yuan!” Her eyes brightened, and without thinking, she called out.

This shout sounded particularly clear in the quiet main banquet platform. Chu Yuan, who had been conversing softly with someone, turned to look in their direction upon hearing it.

At the same time, Xin Wu also looked back.

“What are you shouting for?” He dug his ear. “Spotted an old lover?”

“Nonsense!” These words were too outrageous. Er’er immediately spat in his face. “Don’t talk rubbish. That’s an elder.”

Wiping his face with his hand, Xin Wu’s gaze darkened: “Tired of living?”

“Sorry about that.” Hastily wiping his face with her sleeve, Er’er kept her eyes fixed on Supreme God Chu Yuan and urgently asked, “May I go pay my respects?”

“No,” Xin Wu narrowed his eyes and snorted lightly, brushing aside her sleeve. “I dislike following others’ wishes the most.”

As his words fell, their immortal pavilion immediately floated in the opposite direction. Just moments ago, she could still see half of Supreme God Chu Yuan’s body, but in an instant, not even a strand of his hair was visible.

Er’er was so angry she scratched at him: “Paying respects to elders is proper etiquette. Don’t you understand etiquette?”

“I don’t,” Xin Wu leisurely enjoyed her anger, the corner of his mouth slightly curved. “By seniority, I am his elder.”

Er’er: “…”

The surrounding immortal pavilions were staggered and obstructing each other. No matter how she looked, she could no longer see Supreme God Chu Yuan’s silhouette.

This was her only chance. If she missed it, Supreme God Chu Yuan would go back into seclusion, and by then, she and her senior brothers and sisters would desperately rush about heaven and earth, only to witness their Immortal Master’s destruction.

If she didn’t know the outcome, it would be different, but since she knew, she had to make an effort.

Her eyes grew determined, and Er’er tossed away the immortal peach in her hand. Looking toward the earlier direction, she suddenly leaped up, jumping out of the immortal pavilion.

“Be careful!” Someone shouted, and the surrounding immortals all stood up.

Below the main banquet platform was the ultimate source of heaven and earth’s spiritual energy. Falling would result in the dissolution of bones and the incineration of flesh. Such a small immortal, without even her cloud, how could she fly across?

Xin Wu’s eyelids twitched.

He watched this resolute figure with appreciative eyes, feeling not tension but admiration at how beautiful she was.

What a vibrant little creature, as crazy as he had been tens of thousands of years ago.

However, she was too weak. Having flown barely a few dozen feet, she began to plummet straight down.

Sighing, Xin Wu stood at the edge of the immortal pavilion, looking down, hesitating for a moment whether to save her.

In that moment of hesitation, a fiery red shadow suddenly broke through the void from afar. Broad sleeves unfurled in the wind, carrying a fierce killing intent that made him close his eyes briefly.