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Chapter 179: 180: Come to Central Province, Let This Old Man Kill You

“You have mastered the Immortal Spirit Power!”

Lin Tian ignored the old beggar’s boasting and started to think seriously, displaying a shocked expression.

The other cultivators listened, confused and unsure of what the two were talking about.

Immortal Spirit Power is the most top-secret force in the Immortal Spirit Continent, a power that ordinary forces have no chance to access, available only to the most elite.

Lin Tian came this time to probe Elder Tianwu’s depths, but the results left him feeling somewhat desperate, the gap was simply too wide.

“It’s just Immortal Spirit Power, if I, the old beggar, want to use it, it has to obediently listen and be used by me,” he boasted, hands behind his back.

Li Xiaobai’s expression darkened, feeling that the old man had become a bit too inflated with arrogance ever since he drank some mystery potion, so much so that even he couldn’t stand it.

“I respect the Elder’s cultivation level; the Spirit Stones have been paid, and I will now take the person away.”

Lin Tian forcibly suppressed his internal injuries, cupped his fists in salute.

The old beggar nodded and did not obstruct him.

Li Xiaobai wanted to say something, but the old beggar stopped him.

“What about you all?”

The old beggar’s gaze shifted, looking towards the other cultivators in the sky.

“Elder, we will go back and gather Spirit Stones immediately, and bring them by tomorrow!”

The cultivators, with hairs standing on end, accepted their defeat since Lin Tian was beaten, none dared to act rashly.

“Since you have no Spirit Stones, just stay behind then, tomorrow someone will naturally bring Spirit Stones to redeem you.”

The old beggar sneered, a gigantic hand covering the sky crashing down, overwhelming everyone and sending them back to Misty Peak.

“I…”

The cultivators were terrified, their courage shattered; they hadn’t even managed to plead for mercy before being thrown into the latrine.

Early in the morning, Yuan Fang had been waiting here, and upon seeing another large group of cultivators tossed in, his face immediately brightened.

“Excellent, excellent, more fresh blood so soon, come on, take your medicine obediently.”

The cultivators, unable to move, watched as Yuan Fang tossed some unknown pills into their mouths, which they swallowed slowly.

After carefully sensing for a moment, their expressions changed dramatically: “Where is my cultivation level?”

“My cultivation has been suppressed, it must be because of that pill!”

“What kind of elixir is that, to be able to seal the cultivation level of someone at the Transcendence Tribulation Stage?”

“No wonder all the captured bigshots are resigned to their fate, it’s because of this elixir!”

The faces of the numerous sect force experts turned as white as paper, completely drained of color, their cultivation sealed, they lost their reliance, now, they were nothing.

What was key was that most of the experts were merely there to spectate the excitement, purely victims of an undeserved calamity.

“Brother, we were just here to watch, surely there must be some mistake here?”

Yuan Fang sneered and gave them a few kicks, knocking everyone to the ground: “Stay put, all of you, stop all that blabbering. Dare to come and spectate our Peak Master’s commotion, you must be ready to accept reformation through labor!”

“I am an Elder of the Devil Cloud Cave, you little wretch, how dare you bully me!”

“I refuse to accept this, I demand to see Elder Tianwu!”

An elder with an angry face, his status lofty and mighty, revered wherever he went, how could he be bullied at will?

“The one being bullied is you. It doesn’t matter who you are; here, everyone is equal. Follow the rules, keep it honest, and you’ll suffer less physical pain.”

Yuan Fang kicked him again, causing the old man so much pain that tears nearly came out. Without his cultivation level, he was just an ordinary person.

“Elder Mo, spare us a few words, will you? As long as you’re obedient, it’s actually quite easy to get by here.”

“Yeah, look around – many big shots from the sects have been captured. Compared to them, us small fries aren’t that embarrassing.”

“Elder, let me teach you how to clean the toilets,” the disciple said.

“We have to get up early tomorrow to fight for brooms, or we’ll have to clean with our hands.”

Watching the cultivators around him persuading him with words of encouragement, the elder from the Devil Cloud Cave felt his eyes moisten. When was the last time he was punished to wash toilets? It seemed like it was when he had just joined the sect and was punished and picked on by his senior brothers.

Pleased with the reaction of the laborers, Yuan Fang nodded, “Good, keep it up; accumulate a hundred points, and you can go experience Tangneng First-class. Our treatment here isn’t bad.”

Elsewhere.

Li Xiaobai continued to publish articles in the Immortal Spirit Daily.

“Fire Qilin Cave’s Great Elder states, spending a million Spirit Stones to redeem his disciples; other sects please hurry.”

The projection of Elder Tianji in the void was very satisfied. The recent grudges between Li Xiaobai and the various sect powers had become the hottest topic, bringing a lot of popularity to the newspaper.

“I didn’t expect Elder Tianwu, that old horse, to actually be your helper. Not bad. When you come to Central Province, let this old man kill you,” Elder Tianji said with a smile on his face, as Li Xiaobai instinctively shrank his neck – the dialogue between these bigshots was a little terrifying.

“You, not good enough!”

The old beggar picked his nose and, with a flick of his finger, Elder Tianji’s Primordial Spirit Projection dissipated.

“Old geezer, I’ll be waiting for you in Central Province!”

“Old man, what exactly is your cultivation level? Why isn’t your name on the Heavenly List?”

Li Xiaobai asked. The Fire Qilin Cave’s Great Elder wasn’t an average cultivator; to be beaten to vomiting blood in one encounter meant that the old beggar was extraordinarily strong.

“Hasn’t the old beggar told you? My cultivation level is unmatched, supreme above all things!” the beggar said.

“As for the Heavenly List, that old geezer Tianji Zi is settling private scores, he’s removed my ranking,” the old beggar said, taking a drag of his Huazi cigarette and seeming a bit depressed.

“Then why did you let the Fire Qilin Cave’s Great Elder go just now? Wouldn’t it be better to capture him and have them pay another heap of Spirit Stones?”

“Fire Qilin Cave has too deep a foundation. The old beggar was worried you’d offend them too harshly and get obliterated by them,” he explained.

Li Xiaobai was speechless; it was clearly you who were scared, yet you use me as a shield.

“What exactly is in the Fire Qilin Cave? Shouldn’t those above the Mahayana Realm ascend? The rest should be just Mahayana cultivators, right?”

“In theory, you’re correct. Those who can stay in the Immortal Spirit Continent are at most at the Mahayana Realm, but the reality is not so. Even within the Mahayana Realm, there are many levels.”

“Starting from the fourth layer, every other tier represents a drastic change in strength. Those at the peak of the Mahayana Realm, even reaching the Half-step Human Immortal Realm, could annihilate lower-tier cultivators with a single glance; they’re truly invincible. Powers like the Fire Qilin Cave would certainly have ancient monsters who have been buried and sealed for who knows how many years. Just one of them emerging could instantly change the Mainland’s landscape,” the old beggar explained with rare seriousness, his gaze drifting as if he was reminiscing.

“Are there many of these masters?”

Li Xiaobai asked, which was related to his future acquisition of Attribute Points.

“There are three verified Half-step Human Immortals in Aolai Country of the Eastern Sea, one old Buddha in the Western Desert who is just one step away from ascension, and other old powers like Fire Qilin Cave tend to have a few masters stored away.”

“Why would these masters be sealed away instead of ascending to the Upper Realm?”