Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

The old Daoist was momentarily stunned after hearing the words, especially when Liu Zongyuan himself cried out, ”Great Master, restrain me quickly!”

Without a second thought, he cast a few streams of spiritual power to restrain him, but just as he moved, the three people on the ground simultaneously changed their expressions and cried out in alarm, ”Don’t use spiritual power...”

Unfortunately, they spoke a step too late. As the old Daoist’s spiritual power descended towards the three, a massive surge of spiritual power suddenly erupted from Liu Zongyuan.

Its unnerving momentum first dissolved the old Daoist’s spiritual power and then, with residual force, it made a roundabout and flew back, with a loud bang, sending the three figures fighting on the ground flying.

This scene left the nine who just returned completely dumbfounded. What was happening? Fighting themselves?

Thunk!

After being thrown several dozen meters away, the three finally landed one after another. Liu Zongyuan was the most severely injured, blood spurting out like it cost him nothing even before he hit the ground, while the two Daoists, apart from looking dusty, mostly felt deeply powerless.

If they could use spiritual power, why would they roll up their sleeves to wrestle? Liu Zongyuan’s limbs were not only disobedient, but so was his spiritual power!

Especially in comparison to his limbs, it was Liu Zongyuan’s spiritual power that was most troublesome. As soon as anyone used spiritual power in front of him, regardless of whether they were attacking him, his spiritual power would instinctively jump out to attack, and whoever was nearest Liu Zongyuan would be the unfortunate one...

The old Daoist listened to the two Daoists jabber explanations, with incredulous expressions, not because he didn’t believe it, but because it was too absurd.

”Restrain him first, everyone together!”

No matter how absurd it was, they had to capture Liu Zongyuan first. With the old Daoist’s order, the eight people behind him also gathered around. After a chaotic struggle, they finally knocked him down and tied him up like a dumpling.

Only then did the old Daoist, with a strange expression, ask for a clear account of the situation. Liu Zongyuan, with tears of frustration, recounted the details about the elixir. Aside from the two Daoists beside him, the remaining nine were all in disbelief.

This was too outrageous. An elixir effective on the Divine Platform Realm was already unheard of, not to mention one that doubled spiritual power, which defied common sense.

Moreover, who on earth makes an elixir with a multiplier effect? Everyone silently recalled the elixirs they’ve taken—didn’t even the ones that enhance cultivation usually enhance a certain number of years of effort!

The elixir Liu Zongyuan took was practically heaven-defying.

Does this mean the stronger one is, the better the effect of the elixir?

The old Daoist even secretly calculated what would happen if he took it himself...

Being on par with the top three of Yama Hall seemed feasible, didn’t it?

But thinking of the side effects, the old Daoist’s face turned awkward again.

Who would intentionally concoct an elixir with side effects?

Judging from the effects of the elixir, the side effects don’t seem like residual medicinal properties but rather a deliberate practical joke.

Not only did he think so, but the few beside him also looked disgusted as they thought about the side effects.

A perfectly fine elixir, yet adding such a thing to it—that’s simply nauseating.

”Where is he?”

The old Daoist couldn’t help but ask. Such talent seemed destined for the Celestial Dao Sect.

Liu Zongyuan shook his head helplessly and sighed, ”Gone.”

How could you let him escape!

This kind of person must be kept!

All nine simultaneously thought this, while Liu Zongyuan just shook his head with a bitter smile. Keep him? How? They couldn’t even beat him, and Han Yu was the unyielding type—nothing you could do would end well, and it would only make an enemy for no reason.

”How could the Central Continent have someone like him? For thousands of years, they’ve not even touched upon the Divine Platform Realm.”

A Daoist exclaimed in disbelief.

”Yet he charted a completely different path.”

Another Daoist agreed.

”To create such an elixir, his alchemy is definitely capable of seizing the divine.” Naturally, many were eyeing Han Yu’s elixir.

Han Yu had many secrets, which left even the old Daoist moved.

”If anyone here is somewhat familiar with Han Yu, it happens to be one of us.”

Liu Zongyuan suddenly glanced maliciously at the two soul splits; he still remembered how they gloated earlier. Without waiting for them to speak, he called out, ”Let’s use some methods, I don’t believe he won’t speak.”

The soul split was furious, wanting to curse. When did he say he wouldn’t explain? He hadn’t even uttered a word before they used methods, wasn’t this unreasonable?

But it was too late; with Liu Zongyuan’s words, two arrays lit up simultaneously, and the two soul splits howled piteously...

...

Deprived of spirit, his howling gradually subsided, replaced by silent tears streaming down his face.

His lifetime of cultivation was completely wasted, though he didn’t know what method Han Yu used, he now saw him as a terrifying demon.

Ruining someone is easy, at worst it’s just destroying their Divine Spring, making them a complete cripple.

But to cut someone from the Divine Platform Realm back to a mortal, making it seem as if they’ve never cultivated—that’s a method not even they have seen, nor heard of.

Even...even they couldn’t accomplish this.

With such ability, does he even know how fearsome he is?

Unaware, Han Yu continued to nitpick with the Artifact Spirit in the Sea of Consciousness.

The reason was simple: Han Yu found the West River Slash too weak; it always took multiple strikes.

”Is there room for this ability to advance, like being able to strike someone down with one blow?”

Hearing this, the Artifact Spirit felt like cursing, thinking how he could find such a formidable ability unsatisfactory.

”Why not make room for the Heavenly Dao to step down, and you take its place? You wouldn’t need to slash anyone, just obliterate them with a flick of a finger if you disliked them.”

It chuckled dryly.

”Can the Heavenly Dao step down?”

Han Yu didn’t pick up on the sarcasm, instead showing curiosity about this notion.

The Artifact Spirit was taken aback, scratching its head, ”When did I say the Heavenly Dao could step down?”

”Didn’t you just say let the Heavenly Dao step down and me take its place?”

Han Yu pursed his lips.

The Artifact Spirit, exasperated, scolded with a straight face, ”I meant if the West River Slash could get stronger, that would be like the Heavenly Dao stepping down for you.”

”Is there really no room to grow? If I enhance your Qi Fortune, is there a chance?”

Han Yu still refused to give up—if not one strike, ten would do!

Then, no matter how strong you are, if I endure to strike ten times, even the mightiest must kneel.

The Artifact Spirit brightened up, hearing that all Qi Fortune would be given to it, beaming, ”Why not give it a try then!”

”Isn’t this like throwing a bun to a dog?”

Han Yu suspiciously examined Glass’s roguish grin, sensing something amiss.

”I doubt you’d believe me if I said I’d bite you, daring to call me a dog.”

Truth be told, it’s confirmed, throwing a bun to a dog. Han Yu glanced at the Artifact Spirit’s enraged demeanor—no need to guess.

No matter how much Qi Fortune it gets, it likely can’t boost the West River Slash.

It’s rather distressing—such a powerful ability has no room for improvement.

”Speaking of which, are we just leaving like this?”

The Artifact Spirit glanced through the Sea of Consciousness at the endless sea, pouting.

”This godforsaken place even makes refining pills difficult, why stay?”

Han Yu wasn’t here by choice; he was abducted. Moreover, with the eccentric abilities of Yama Hall’s people, while he might handle them, if something even weirder came along, who knows how he’d die?

If the peddler were at full strength and they fought again, they’d likely be pressed down once more.

The best outcome would be neither being able to affect the other any longer.

Then there’s the Celestial Dao Sect with its unpredictable practitioners, fighting tooth and nail within the Endless Sea Domain over who knows what; there’s got to be some big secret there.

”But it has nothing to do with me.”

Han Yu had decided to just walk away—it didn’t matter even if they ruined the place.