Li Ye was not one to easily descend from the Nine Heavens. He already found the spiritual energy of the Nine Heavens not pure or abundant enough, let alone the realms below. With this Supreme God’s arrogant nature, he would rather expend ten times the effort to open the Netherworld Gate directly to the Nine Heavens than lower himself to visit such a polluted place.

So Zhu Yan thought that the Supreme God might want him to bring more people along.

However, after waiting beside him for quite some time, he still hadn’t received Li Ye’s command token.

“Supreme God?” he asked, puzzled.

“You go back first,” the figure before him turned away, moving his shoulders somewhat uncomfortably. “Lower Xin Palace has accumulated many trivial matters as well.”

Hmm? It was true that Lower Ding Palace had complex affairs, but the Netherworld Gate was a matter of utmost priority. If he wasn’t sent, who else could handle it?

Zhu Yan looked at him with a complex expression for a moment, not daring to ask more. He walked away, looking back repeatedly, wondering if the Supreme God had found another confidant.

Of course, Li Ye had no other confidants. He had been in the Upper Bing Palace for many days and had seen no one except Zhu Yan.

He just felt that Zhu Yan was too weak. For such an important matter, it would be better if he handled it personally—more reliable and efficient.

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The Nine Heavens were not far from the Taihe Immortal Sect. Li Ye’s cloud transport arrived in the blink of an eye, landing with perfect elegance—he had not and would never lose power midway and fall like a certain someone.

His cloud boots stepped on the withered leaves in front of the immortal sect. Li Ye turned his face aside, disdainfully lifting his sleeve to brush away the air in front of him. His robe, embroidered with golden crow patterns, swept across the golden defensive barrier, crossing through without disturbing a thing.

With Taihe in seclusion, the immortal energy in this mortal sect was pitifully weak. Everyone around was of mortal flesh and blood, easily crushed to death.

His misty eyes slowly moved, scanning all these people with contempt as he stepped toward the crowded area.

He had thought finding Taihe’s seclusion place would require some effort, but with Taihe in imminent danger, these inexperienced disciples were all panicking, rushing worriedly in one direction, unconsciously revealing the entrance.

Li Ye leisurely stepped on the withered leaves as he walked forward.

Meng Wan was just feeling relieved that the Immortal Master’s aura had finally calmed when he unexpectedly heard an eerie footstep.

Sha, sha, sha.

Among the disciples hurriedly rushing about, this sound was particularly noticeable, causing an inexplicable chill down his spine. He instinctively withdrew his immortal power from guarding and drew his long sword.

“Senior Brother?” someone beside him frowned with effort.

“We have a visitor,” Meng Wan said with a solemn expression. “You all keep guard, I’ll go receive the guest.”

Deep inside, Er’er’s ears, separated from her body, twitched slightly.

Meng Wan didn’t notice. He carried his sword halfway up the mountain and saw a group of people alertly surrounding a red shadow. The shadow seemed to have no intention to fight and was leisurely stepping on the bluestone slabs, walking up the mountain.

“Supreme God, please stop.” he stepped forward and cupped his hands. “My master is cultivating here and cannot receive visitors.”

Li Ye raised his eyes and looked at him.

Not yet ascended, yet his cultivation had already reached the realm of transformation, more pleasing to look at than the others.

So he stopped and asked in a deep voice: “What if I insist on seeing him?”

With these words, an indescribable pressure instantly descended from above. Meng Wan could hardly breathe.

The visitor’s intentions were malicious. With such powerful immortal energy, he could never block him alone.

But still, he gripped his sword hilt and stepped forward half a pace.

Li Ye smiled lightly, seemingly mocking his stance. His hands were casually tucked away, not even bothering to form hand signs, yet Nine Heavens divine fire rose from the ground, transforming into a flood dragon.

The six divine tail fish swimming in the air, the distant cave suddenly seemed to smell something delicious. Their transparent red tails swished as they darted to the flood dragon’s side, greedily absorbing the demonic energy from it.

“This…” Yan Cha anxiously pinched her magical artifact. “Is this a god or a demon?”

“A god,” Meng Wan answered firmly.

But unfortunately, this Supreme God had willingly fallen into depravity, cultivating the demonic path. This meant he lacked a god’s compassion, and a bloody massacre today was inevitable.

The soaring flood dragon suddenly caught the nearest divine tail fish in its mouth. The bright red fish struggled violently, emitting miserable cries. The fire dragon leisurely devoured it, and the black energy circling its body instantly grew more dense.

The disciples present all turned pale at the sight.

Li Ye casually stepped forward to continue, making everyone retreat in fear. Only Meng Wan took a deep breath, raised his sword, and went to meet him.

“Forgive my offense,” he cupped his hands, then attacked.

Pure immortal energy formed a sword shape, a snow-white ice sword shooting through space, whistling as it blocked the fire dragon’s path.

Li Ye didn’t move, just continued walking forward. The fire dragon behind him, however, let out a long howl and mercilessly bit the ice sword in half.

With a crisp crack, countless ice shards fell from the sky.

Yan Cha stepped forward to support Meng Wan and anxiously whispered: “We can’t stop him. Quickly retreat.”

Even with this person showing restraint, he was still terrifying. If they continued to resist, Senior Brother would certainly perish here.

Meng Wan knew this reasoning too. His cultivation compared to this person was like a firefly against the sun and moon. But if he retreated, what about the Immortal Master? What about his junior brothers and sisters?

Gritting his teeth and gathering his strength, he pointed his sword at Li Ye’s physical body.

Li Ye didn’t look at him, planning to casually wave his hand and throw him to Mount Buzhou.

However, just as his sleeve began to move, a shadow suddenly darted forward from behind, violently pushing Meng Wan away.

“Run!”

The fiery red sleeve halted in midair. Li Ye was stunned for a moment as he looked at the newcomer, his expression gradually darkening.

Er’er heard the fire dragon’s howl and knew something was wrong. Although one of her spirit manifestations was still trapped in the cave, she rushed out regardless.

However, missing a part of her soul made her senses unclear. Everything before her seemed covered in a layer of fog. She could only vaguely make out a few figures and pushed Senior Brother away purely on a small animal’s intuition about danger.

Covering her chest and gasping for breath, she looked up at the red figure: “Why has Supreme God Li Ye come here?”

She smiled, “If you have any instructions, just say so. Why bother with juniors like us?”

Us, juniors.

Li Ye thought very unhappily, was she mocking him for living too long, implying he was an old man?

Although that shouldn’t have been the focus, the master was displeased. His steps slowly brought him in front of her, and he looked down at her face, which still wore that foolishly innocent smile: “Why have I come? You don’t know?”

At first, she didn’t know, but earlier, when Taihe Xianshi mentioned her special immortal energy, Er’er remembered the connection between the familiar death resentment and Li Ye.

That she could help the Immortal Master was mostly thanks to Li Ye’s influence.

However, the master now looked too dangerous for her to admit this. She could only pretend to suddenly understand: “This humble immortal understands now. Supreme God must have often heard me speak of the Taihe Immortal Sect’s beauty, and now, having free time, has specially come to see it.”

As if nothing had happened between them, Er’er reached forward, feeling around until she found his arm, and embraced it familiarly: “A guest is a guest. Since the Supreme God wants to see beautiful scenery, this humble immortal should naturally accompany you.”

Glancing at her unfocused eyes, Li Ye frowned, wanting to shake her off immediately and tell her they had long since severed all ties—who allowed her to still be so intimate?

But her embrace was both warm and soft, pressing against his arm with a reassuring weight, as if pulling him from the boundless cold skies back to solid ground.

Li Ye’s lips moved slightly. He frowned and stared at her for a long while before finally snorting lightly and turning his head away: “I don’t need your company.”

She was terrified of him, her entire body trembling slightly, hardly looking like someone who wanted to accompany him.

How could she not tremble? It was he who had injured her internal organs, which still hurt even now, and almost thrown her out of the Nine Heavens. If the immortal sect wasn’t in imminent danger, Er’er would certainly have stayed ten thousand miles away from him.

But now, feeling the killing intent surrounding them, she very tactfully said: “The terrain here is complex, and Supreme God might easily get lost. Please follow this humble immortal.”

With that, she tugged his arm, trying to leave the mountain.

However, after one pull, he didn’t move.

Her heart sank, and Er’er’s body stiffened.

She was too presumptuous. Li Ye had come to kill Taihe Xianshi and open the Netherworld Gate. What made her think she could dissuade him with just a few casual words?

Remembering his powerful immortal energy and his inhuman desire to kill, Er’er trembled even more violently, her body growing colder.

Li Ye did intend to continue up the mountain, but the person embracing his arm was shaking too severely. Already frail, she now looked like a rootless reed that could break at any moment.

His brows furrowed as he reached out to pull her closer, pressing down on her trembling shoulders, and said in a deep voice: “Doesn’t your immortal sect feed you properly?”

“I’ve, I’ve eaten well.”

“Then why are you shaking? Cold?”

“Not, not, not cold, I’m not, not, not shaking,” she waved her hands in terror, trying to break free from him.

Li Ye lowered his gaze, glancing at her coldly, and said: “This place doesn’t seem as scenic as you claimed.”

???

!!!

Sensing the softening in the master’s tone, Er’er’s expression immediately brightened, and she tugged him again: “Of course, this isn’t nice to look at. You should go to the western peak.”

With tentative force, she lightly pulled Li Ye’s steps.

Er’er was almost weeping with joy. Her little hand hidden behind her back frantically gestured to her senior brothers and sisters, then laboriously pulled the master around, walking down the mountain.

Everyone around was dumbfounded.

That Supreme God had killing intent, yet was somehow coaxed away by their little junior sister?

Meng Wan straightened up, looking very anxiously toward Yan Cha, who shook her head in bewilderment, indicating she didn’t know either.

Nevertheless, as long as the Supreme God didn’t go up the mountain and give them some time, it was an enormous blessing.

Li Ye also knew that if one wasn’t decisive in their actions, complications would arise. If Zhu Yan had acted this way, he would certainly have been hanged from the thorn tree and scolded severely.

But.

The master thought, I am the most powerful, and no one can hang me on a thorn forest.

So taking a walk was fine.

He still greatly disliked this little creature and had no intention of forgiving her. She was the one who shamelessly clung to him first; it had nothing to do with him.

Thinking this way made him feel much better.

His brow relaxed, and he glanced sideways at his arm: “How long do you plan to hold on?”

Er’er was lost in thought and was caught off guard by his reminder. She immediately let go.

The mountain wind swept by, and the warm spot was instantly cooled.

The sensation of being weighted down disappeared, and Li Ye irritably withdrew his hand.