Seeing that Hu Le and the Treasure-Offering Heavenly Lord had both agreed, the stall owner did not immediately pack up and leave, but instead looked at Hu Le.
"My Lord, now that I've offered the Heavenly Heart Grass, what kind of innate spiritual treasure are you prepared to exchange for it?"
Upon hearing this, Hu Le thought for a moment and then took out a Tai Su gold bead from his sleeve.
This treasure was given to us by Fuxi in the past; it is just an ordinary low-grade spiritual treasure.
Now that he has many magical treasures, he is gradually no longer needed to use this item, so why not exchange it for it?
Of course, whether the other party will actually get it in the end remains to be seen...
The stall owner looked Lingbao over and, although not entirely satisfied, finally agreed.
This further confirmed some of Hu Le's suspicions.
As for the Treasure-Offering Heavenly Lord, he was almost in tears at this moment. He never expected that his cheap older brother would be so generous. It was worth it for him to have worked so diligently as the other party's tool for so many years.
If he were a woman, she might have already offered herself to him...
Hu Le retrieved the Tai Su Golden Pearl and asked, "Well, can you take us there now?"
"good!"
The stall owner readily agreed, quickly packed up his stall, and was about to lead them to his own dojo.
Hu Le had just summoned an auspicious cloud and was about to step forward when he suddenly stopped, as if he had thought of something, and said, "You may wait a moment. Let me go back to Kunlun Mountain first. I will be back soon."
Before he could finish speaking, and before the two could agree, he took a step forward and vanished from their sight in an instant.
"this……"
The Treasure-Offering Heavenly Lord and the stall owner stared at each other, somewhat at a loss.
"My elder brother may have some urgent business to attend to, so I hope you will be patient and wait a while," said the Treasure-Offering Heavenly Lord, trying to save face.
The stall owner nodded helplessly.
"By the way, I haven't had the chance to ask, but I don't know how to address you, my friend?" asked the Treasure-Offering Heavenly Lord.
"Oh? My name is Fuyaozi."
"So it's Fellow Daoist Fuyaozi..."
The two chatted as they waited for Hu Le to return.
After chatting for a while, and about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, we finally saw a familiar figure returning on auspicious clouds...
They traveled in silence until one day, when the three of them arrived at a sacred peak on the outskirts of Zhou Mountain.
This mountain is called Tianyang Mountain, and it is about 10,000 feet high. In terms of height, it doesn't even rank among the top peaks in the entire Zhoushan mountain range.
However, when it comes to mountain scenery, Tianyang Mountain is truly exceptional.
The mountain is dotted with strange peaks and craggy rocks, and waterfalls and springs can be seen everywhere. The lush and tranquil forests cover the entire mountainside.
Colorful mist shrouded half of the mountain peak, drifting and swirling around its waist, creating a hazy scene.
Occasionally, a strong wind will blow away the clouds and mist, revealing a corner of the veil that shrouds the mountaintop to the world.
The peak, shaped like a bamboo shoot, is covered in snow all year round. When viewed from a distance, it blends seamlessly with the white clouds in the sky, making it difficult to distinguish between the horizon and the mountaintop...
Guided by Fuyaozi, the three flew to a cliff at the top of the mountain.
"Fellow Daoists, please follow me."
Fu Yaozi took three steps toward the void beyond the cliff, and the air suddenly rippled like water. He then disappeared from their sight.
"Ah! So this place is actually a hidden paradise!"
Upon seeing this scene, the Treasure-Offering Heavenly Lord commented in surprise, then turned to Hu Le and said, "Brother, let's go in too."
Hu Le did not immediately agree. He looked up and glanced at the silent void, a black and white light flashing deep in his eyes.
He seemed to vaguely sense a chilling aura.
The urging voice of the Treasure Offering Heavenly Lord rang in his ears again, but Hu Le's eyes returned to their usual calm and composed state.
He suddenly reached out and grabbed at the air, producing a Kan-Gen-Kun Flag, which he then placed into the arms of the Treasure Offering Heavenly Lord.
"I'll lend you this treasure for protection."
"Big brother...this..."
At first, the Treasure-Offering Heavenly Lord was completely confused, but he was no fool after all. He quickly realized what was going on, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he looked towards the place where Fuyaozi had disappeared.
"It's all just my guess, but we'll find out once we go in."
As Hu Le spoke, he took a step forward and immediately entered the cave.
This place was originally a peaceful world filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, but now a chilling atmosphere has enveloped the world.
As soon as Hu Le appeared, he was in mid-air and immediately saw that the sky not far away was already densely packed with people.
As for Fuyaozi, who led them here, he had long since disappeared without a trace.
The next moment, the Treasure Offering Heavenly Lord also walked in. Upon seeing this scene, he became extremely nervous and hid behind Hu Le.
Upon seeing Hu Le arrive, two people stepped out from the crowd.
One was a middle-aged woman with a cold expression. She was quite pretty, but there was a hint of menacing energy between her brows, which suggested that she might have a bad temper.
Standing beside her was a burly man with a kind face.
Hu Le glanced at the two of them, then looked at the crowd behind them, a knowing look flashing in his eyes.
Although they had all transformed into human form, Hu Le could see through their origins at a glance.
They were just a group of phoenixes and unicorns.
He also guessed why these people had come.
"Alas! In the end, it was because Brother Kong Xuan's fate was not yet exhausted that I forcibly refined him. This act went against the will of Heaven, and naturally, a calamity would befall him."
Having thought this through, Hu Le understood the cause and effect.
He also understood that he had to face this calamity, otherwise even if he managed to avoid it this time, he would eventually be unable to escape it again.
Moreover, the more you try to avoid such a calamity, the more ferocious and severe it will be the next time.
Therefore, when faced with calamity, avoidance is never a good solution. Only by confronting the calamity head-on, resolving it within the calamity itself, and completely ending everything, can one truly transcend and attain peace...
Thinking of all this, he glanced back at the unfortunate Treasure-Offering Heavenly Lord, whom he had implicated, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly: Alas, my good third brother, you'd better pray for your own good fortune from now on...
"So you must be the Eastern God of Penglai Island?"
The burly man with the kind face asked.
"Indeed, may I ask how you two are addressed?"
"I am Xuan Cheng of the Phoenix Clan."
"I am Zhuang Qiu of the Qilin Clan."
"Hehe, so it's Daoist Xuancheng and Daoist Zhuangqiu. You first had someone lure me here, and then you've made such a big fuss. What exactly are you trying to achieve?"
As for Zhuang Qiu, he's nothing special; he seems to be only at the Taiyi realm, not worth mentioning.
But the Phoenix Clan member named Xuan Cheng was different; he actually exuded the aura of the Great Luo Realm.
He naturally couldn't be disrespectful; it wouldn't be wrong to politely address the other party as Daojun...
What is your intention?
"Now that things have come to this, fellow Daoist, are you still going to pretend to be a fool?"
A look of anger flashed across Zhuang Qiu's face as he shouted, "You clearly killed my father, Ancestor Taiwu, not long ago. Do you still dare to deny it now?"
"Taiwu? Who is that?" Hu Le asked in confusion. "Back then, I did send an old Qilin named Huihui, but I didn't bother to ask his name at the time."
At this point, he looked at Zhuang Qiu with a smile and tentatively asked, "He wouldn't happen to be the father you mentioned, would he?"
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Qiu nearly vomited blood in anger. It seemed that in Hu Le's eyes, his father wasn't even worthy of knowing his name...
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