The young Dominator was very naive, and Wang Xuan didn’t expect it to be so easy to coax. Just a few words, and it was about to follow him.

Thinking about the environment the little guy was born in, it was understandable. Although its bloodline was pure, Dragon Mountain didn’t have any resources, so it couldn’t find anything to eat.

Long Ling glanced at the young Dominator, thinking that if it were sold by Wang Xuan, it would probably help him count the money, as it was incredibly naive.

“Wang Xuan, I’ll leave it to you then.”

Long Ling yawned. The previous events had worn it out, and it needed to sleep to recover energy. By the time it reunited with Wang Xuan, it might have only woken up while decades or even centuries had passed in the world.

“If you don’t come, I guess I’ll sleep until this era ends. Wang Xuan, you better not die,” Long Ling said.

It held no malice against anyone who entered the Altar Space, at least not until it left this place.

After all, the one who could rescue it from here had to be more powerful than it is. In front of such a strong person, any schemes or plots were useless.

Having lived for so long, but in reality, all its memories were only from this space, and the days of confinement were monotonous.

Even if Wang Xuan just talked to it, it felt interesting, so it hoped Wang Xuan lived longer.

“Don’t worry, I’ll try to live a bit longer. A Celestial Immortal can live for ten thousand years, a True Immortal can attain eternal life, and an Immortal lives as long as heaven and earth. When I become an Immortal, I’ll come back to try and see if I can shake the altar’s seal.”

Wang Xuan waved goodbye to Long Ling.

There’s one entrance but nine exits. He casually chose one, standing on the Dominator’s back to leave, and the space flickered, emerging on the edge of Dragon Mountain.

The exit, which can only be exited and not entered, is at least a hundred miles away from the entrance. That Celestial Immortal who stalked and coveted him must have felt helpless with this outcome.

The Dominator moved quickly. Its ten-meter diameter and three-to-four-meter-high body crashed through the forest directly towards Wang Family Village.

“That guy, is he still standing guard there?”

Wang Xuan’s intent to kill surged as he immediately contacted his master He Fang. At this moment, there was no embarrassment as the master was meant to play a role in such situations.

“What’s the matter?” He Fang didn’t know what he was doing, but clearly, he was disrupted by Wang Xuan, and his tone was somewhat impatient, “Don’t tell me you’re just calling to wish me well?”

Wang Xuan said, “I don’t want to trouble Master, but someone wants to kill me. If you don’t come, your disciple is about to die.”

In an instant, the personal terminal video turned black. The next moment, a man in his thirties appeared, his eyes like swords and thick eyebrows, handsomely striking.

“You said you were going to die? Aren’t you fine now?” The spirited man said.

Wang Xuan’s eyes widened, “Master, is that you?”

He didn’t expect that this man, more vigorous than any young man he had ever seen, could be He Fang.

Shouldn’t his master be holding a smoking pipe, looking like a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties?

He Fang was surrounded by a rich aroma of cosmetics, even carrying a faint feminine scent, what was he doing just now?

Wang Xuan mused over several possibilities: Could it be his master is having a second youth?

“What are you imagining?” He Fang tapped Wang Xuan’s head, “Can’t your master have a few lady friends?”

Evidently, he had been in intimate contact with a Fairy, and the atmosphere was blissful when Wang Xuan interrupted.

“Speak quickly!” He Fang’s youthful yet mature voice urged.

“I want him dead!” Wang Xuan pointed in the direction of the pond, “That guy has followed me for who knows how many days. I just found out today.

I don’t want to hear his explanations or reasons for following me. I only know he covets what I have, and it unsettles me.”

To have someone lurking beside him for so long, observing everything he did, even his intimate moments with Lin Cheng, was unacceptable.

This made him unwilling to let it go; only death could quell his anger.

“Demanding to kill a Celestial Immortal just like that? Bold words for someone with your cultivation level.”

He Fang’s gaze penetrated the hundred-mile gap and saw the Celestial Immortal guarding, evidently trying to probe Wang Xuan’s opportunities, intending to seize and plunder.

He extended his smooth yet robust and masculine arm, punching through space to form a wormhole, instantly placing his large hand beside the Celestial Immortal.

When he withdrew his arm, the middle-aged man whose neck was firmly grasped was looking terrified at He Fang and Wang Xuan beside him.

“So it’s Elder Mao from Changchun Sect. You’re a hundred or two hundred years old. What are you doing following my disciple? Are you tired of living too long?”

The Celestial Immortal, surnamed Mao, wanted to speak but couldn’t, easily subdued by He Fang, having no room for resistance.

The next moment, He Fang punched through the space again, revealing a spiritual energy-rich mountain, clearly a blessed land occupied by a sect.

“Where is the Sect Master of Changchun Sect?” He Fang, taking Wang Xuan with him, stepped ten thousand miles away, appearing above the mountain gate of Changchun Sect.

His formidable aura seemed to stagnate the surrounding space, his voice thundering like a storm.

An elderly woman walked on air, looking at Mao Yi in He Fang’s hand, her pupils shrinking instantly as she hurriedly asked, “True Immortal Hefang, please show mercy. How did Elder Mao offend you, my friend? Let’s wait for the Sect Master to discuss this further.”

Changchun Sect was established not more than a few decades ago, with the Sect Master as the founding ancestor, at the Star Lord level of True Immortal Second Realm, strong cultivators on the Mother Star universe.

Unfortunately, this strength is relative.

“Discuss what? I’m here to tell you, it was He Fang who killed Mao Yi!

Whoever dares to covet Immortal Martial Mountain’s True Inheritor or have designs on my disciple must be prepared for this outcome.”

He Fang clapped his hand, and the subdued Changchun Sect Elder Mao Yi, a Third Realm Celestial Immortal, was instantly crushed into a cloud of blood, with his Primordial Spirit erased.

“If you dare entertain such thoughts again, prepare for Changchun Sect’s migration to another planet, or I, He Fang, will annihilate Changchun Sect!”

With that, he took Wang Xuan back to Dragon Mountain.

“Is this result satisfactory?” He Fang asked.

Wang Xuan nodded, “Master is imposing.”

This was beyond mere imposing; he killed one of their elders in front of Changchun Sect, and they didn’t dare question the reason, obstruct, or even threaten to retaliate.

Because they simply didn’t have the courage.

“Is it just imposing?” He Fang wasn’t satisfied with this response; perhaps next time, he should just destroy their mountain gate.

“Let this be a lesson, don’t cause trouble without reason, but fear nothing when things arise. Immortal Martial Mountain has never been afraid of anyone.” He Fang glanced at the young Dominator under Wang Xuan’s feet, and the little guy shivered.

Wang Xuan laughed, “Got it.”

After a brief pause, He Fang continued, “After the Lantern Festival, some disciples from Immortal Martial Mountain will go to the Hell Realm, and you are on the list.

This experience won’t lack in killing, so be prepared.”

Right after he finished, He Fang’s figure disappeared. Wang Xuan still wanted to ask something, but it was too late.

He knew about the Hell Realm, a vast world on the Mother Star yet to be conquered, with Immortal-level powerhouses like the Demon King Gulong coming from there.

He didn’t expect to head to the Hell Realm so soon, which was not only an opportunity for mountain gate disciples but also a kind of responsibility.

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