Chapter One Hundred Fifteen: The Green Emperor’s Scripture of Eternal Life — The Foundation of the Dao

At the summit of the Cloud Cliff, a bronze alchemical furnace stood silently by the Fate Pavilion. It was a three-legged tripod with a round belly resembling a toad. The furnace body glowed a deep red, and the three mythical beast patterns adorning it had eyes that pierced through completely—these were the furnace’s vents.

Peering through the vents, one could see a three-legged golden crow circling amid a swirling mist of medicinal vapor. The golden flames flickering on the crow’s body looked like divine lights born from the creature’s eyes, as if it were about to come alive.

“No matter, these things are useless,” Li Ling said confidently. He had long suspected that Tai Wen would try to persuade their surrender. The old man surely believed that everyone feared the Lannisters, that all were forced to defend the city against their will.

Now, after more than a year and at the third mining zone, and with only a month between, this time it was the fourth mining zone. Master Uncle had once guarded the fourth zone for a time without incident. Yet once he left, the area was invaded and devastated by spirit beasts. Don’t you find this suspicious?

Upon hearing Li Jiankang’s words, Brother One nodded in agreement. Then, Brother Let and Brother He also put away their weapons, waiting for the arrival of those men.

“Even better. Today, I wish to challenge you,” Gui Yun stated plainly.

Although He Yan was reckless, he was no fool. He naturally understood Yang Xuan’s meaning. Bing Jing was worried for her disciple, and he wanted to offer some words of comfort. Just as he was about to speak, Bing Jing waved him off, for the scene in the round mirror was already changing.

Su Ling’s face grew stern, silent, but his meaning was clear—who else but Hong Tianlei?

The sound of a Taoist scripture echoed forth. Hearing the sutra was to understand its meaning, grasp its form, and illuminate the heart—showcasing the supreme truth of Taoism.

Ma En’s eyes blurred with disbelief as he stared at Explosion Bear. How was this possible? He, ranked sixth on the human leaderboard, was being suppressed by this creature. Impossible. He was to challenge the number one ranked, the Grey-Eyed One—ranked sixth was nothing.

Liu Dan assumed that Duanmu Qingtian and Duanmu Xue had both accepted Su Ling, and to match his identity, they arranged for him to have a phone number ending in eight eights.

Jiang Feng drew in a cool breath. This was the power of dominance. No wonder it could drag psychics down from their lofty pedestals. Through sheer dominance, many became powerful figures on the leaderboard. Legend even claimed the Three Emperors were users of dominance, though no one had ever witnessed them wield it.

Meng Lu looked on in astonishment as Fu Yan forced himself to do a thousand push-ups just to recover normalcy. She was quite surprised by his certain… needs.

Tai Bai stepped forward, lotus leaves supporting his foot, rippling the water and disturbing the koi beneath. Wang Xi followed, golden orchids blooming beneath his steps—likely a special honor for the guests! Both were focused on observing the golden lotus, unaware of Tai Bai’s astonished expression ahead.

One day, a father and son unexpectedly encountered three elk. Having already captured two, the father, Shen Li, could not bear to miss the third. They pursued it all the way to the territory of the Fireworks Sect.

Han Dagang sat down, took a cigarette from Yu Genshan’s box, lit it, and greedily inhaled a deep drag before slowly exhaling the smoke. Then, with eyes half-closed, he leisurely smoked, indifferent to the noisy commotion around him.

However, he was unable to move. Except for his eyes shifting back and forth, the rest of his body was numb, as if it no longer existed.

The old man scanned the hall but saw no sign of Lin Yu or Lin Feng. He did not believe the air had changed so drastically that the young men wouldn’t notice. Especially Lin Feng, who had long complained about the poor air in Yanjing.

“I understand,” Shao Bing said, watching Bai Qianhui’s departing figure with concern. He only hoped everything would calm down as promised.