Thinking about it now, I truly feel deeply guilty for injuring Lady Ying Ji just now. After all, as an Immortal, I prefer cherishing beauty over wanton destruction...

The words were laden with lewd provocation, completely disregarding others.

Baili Yu’s forehead veins bulged, his face was terrifyingly sullen, and the hand pressing on the hilt of the Dragon Ascending Sword turned ghastly pale and shook with anger, while his eyes seemed to blaze with fire.

Golden Immortal Feng Xu’s eyes were filled with hidden mockery and cold laughter, confident that Baili Yu, the Sword Master with the weighty responsibility of Tianxi, dared not openly challenge for a life-and-death struggle.

If he offends a Golden Immortal to the death, would he not lose the Xijian Sect he painstakingly built up?

Just as Golden Immortal Feng Xu dared not offend an appointed star of destiny among future Venerable Immortals as a Golden Immortal Sword Master.

Without absolute reason, Baili Yu dared not, with his wings yet unfurled, commit to thoroughly offend a Golden Immortal from Heaven.

Although he was full of anger today, he had to endure it even if he bit his teeth into pieces!

Golden Immortal Feng Xu was immensely pleased and proud, having spent earlier years in Heaven toying with young and easily deceived female immortals.

Speaking of this married woman, it was the first time such a thought crossed his mind.

Seeing Baili Yu’s interesting reaction, Golden Immortal Feng Xu inexplicably felt a morbid excitement and increasingly anticipated Lady Ying Ji.

Witnessing his fiercely hidden yet imminent anger, Golden Immortal Feng Xu laughed heartily, his hands behind his back, drifting on the azure clouds, intending to fly away.

Baili Yu’s expression was filled with icy malice, looking at the departing back of Golden Immortal Feng Xu, as if wishing to flay his filthy, decrepit skin.

Suddenly, fierce gale roared beside him, and a massive shadow with intense vitality aimed a ferocious blow at Golden Immortal Feng Xu’s back.

The shadow was encircled by swirling light, faintly wrapped in a black fog.

It moved extremely fast, with no discernible aura.

Golden Immortal Feng Xu obviously did not expect that at this venue, Baili Yu, instead of taking action in anger, kept his focus on him, neglecting other threats.

Yet someone struck from a completely unexpected, overlooked angle in fury...

When Golden Immortal Feng Xu detected the sound of wind and thunder behind him, the massive black fog had already ruthlessly slammed into his back.

His brows furrowed deeply as his whole body trembled with Immortal Energy. What mortal magical treasure could harm his Immortal body?

Although amazed by the attacker’s speed, it was like a mayfly shaking a tree; how could it damage the roots?

He sneered, completely unconcerned.

Unexpectedly, that massive black fog struck his back at a fast pace but landed lightly.

Accompanying it was an exceedingly cold aura that seeped through his clothes and skin, penetrating every crevice.

This qi felt extremely similar to the Heroic Spirit summoned earlier by Ying Ji!

Golden Immortal Feng Xu suddenly felt a chill on his scalp!

He felt as if that flat, dust-like thing lightly hit his back yet had an exceedingly terrifying adhesive force, following which, it seemed as if some passage in his body was forcibly opened.

The Immortal Essence within him, like a river flowing east, was continuously being drained away.

Golden Immortal Feng Xu’s eyes blazed with fury, and he roared, guarding the spirit platform, securing the Divine Talisman, locking his spiritual power within his iron-clad body.

But in the instant of absorption, much of his yin longevity had been borrowed, leaving his back defenseless.

The ice-cold thing clung to his back suddenly erupted with a thundering noise, as immense and terrifying force like a giant beast’s breath bent his spine upwards.

With his body as the center, the rising clouds beneath his feet exploded outward into billows.

What kind of immense force could bend the Golden Immortal Bone?!

Feng Xu’s spine felt as if snapped, the whole person swinging out ungracefully, devoid of any Immortal dignity.

He crashed hard onto the Scale Stone, where he had recently stood with Immortal poise.

The crowd beneath the altar erupted with waves of exclamations.

Baili Yu’s eyes widened in disbelief as he turned to look.

Watching the person retract his finger into the Qiankun Bag, a wisp of black mist was also absorbed into the pouch and vanished.

Because the move just now was incredibly swift, the sinister power behind the black hand was simply unparalleled.

So much so that even Baili Yu hadn’t clearly seen what kind of magical treasure the young man used to send the dignified Golden Immortal flying.

He only vaguely caught sight of a long, rectangular board-like object, through its darkness flickered a vermilion red glow, inexplicably familiar.

Fang You was so startled by Baili An’s violent and decisive move of sending him flying that he shivered, saying tearfully: "Young Master Ji, was this really necessary?"

Baili An nonchalantly withdrew his hand from the Qiankun Bag.

Although he did not hear what exactly Golden Immortal Feng Xu said to his father, from his father’s angry reaction and Feng Xu’s lascivious glance at his mother.

Baili An had already guessed he must have said something disrespectful about his mother.

Feng Xu had previously harmed his mother, and she had swiftly blocked him, already holding back a belly full of frustration.

Being provoked again and again, Baili An would not continue to endure others insulting his mother.

At that layer of Sword Master level, Baili Yu was not convenient to act, but he found it very convenient! Very convenient! Extremely convenient!

"You’re courting death!" Golden Immortal Feng Xu slid off the Scale Stone, his anger surging like a mountain, staring at Baili An with bloodshot eyes, clearly furious.

Baili An nonchalantly rubbed his wrist, saying: "As a mere mortal, my knowledge is limited, I don’t understand why, not long ago, did the Golden Immortal sir, once with such immortal grace, become like this all of a sudden, even his body hunching down.

Considering the indestructible pride of Master Feng Xu upon his arrival, how could he bend?

Feeling upset at the injustice, I merely acted to help him straighten his body and soar effortlessly away from the mortal coil."

Saying this, Baili An wore an innocent and sincere look: "Who would have thought, Master Feng Xu’s body was this frail, and with a light tap, he couldn’t stay steady and flew out, my goodness, how impolite."

Listening to these nonsensical words, everyone below the stage was dumbfounded, amazed at his ability to twist the truth.

You call that a light tap just now?

Tricking a ghost.

To say a direct disciple of the Taixuan Nine Classics could have such skill, even sending a Golden Immortal flying.

This string of nonsensical words would anger anyone, but Golden Immortal Feng Xu was a deeply calculating person.

What happened just now was indeed bizarre, clearly a disciple of Taixuan, yet could absorb the shadow Shou inside him like the Central Netherworld Empress.

Golden Immortal Feng Xu was severely damaged today, choosing to continue would indeed not intimidate this boy.

But considering prudence, everything should still prioritize the auction enticement of the Dragon Fish Whale.

No need to waste his strength on these ambushing vermin.

But once his grand design is accomplished and he gains the power of the Silver Gate, transcending beyond the Six Realms, even Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan could not control him.

This mere Tianxi Sword Sect and You Dynasty, he could overturn them with a flip of his hand.

Golden Immortal Feng Xu sneered twice and no longer continued to struggle, his aura receded, leaving promptly.

Ying Ji had not anticipated Baili An to be so impulsive, Feng Xu had not even provoked him, but provoked Baili Yu, how did he suddenly strike without a sound?

Baili Yu didn’t see what he used just now to send Feng Xu flying, but Ying Ji felt it clearly.

What he just took out from the Qiankun Bag was obviously the Soul Suppressing Burial Item, the Vermilion Bird Coffin she had prepared two hundred years ago.

Ying Ji looked at the coffin board her son had once laid upon in death, her heart aching.

Quickly she stepped forward, raised his hand and carefully examined it, asking with concern:

"Who let you recklessly cause trouble? That Golden Immortal old man, with his rough skin and thick flesh, did you hurt yourself."

Baili An shook his head, suddenly sensing a sharp gaze directed at him.

Following the gaze, it was Baili Yu’s eyes like knives, staring intently at the hand Ying Ji held, his brows deeply furrowed.

With a deep and cold voice, he asked: "Little Ji, this child... who is he?"