Cultivation of immortality begins with an eighty-year-old eunuch.

Chapter 436 Fellow Daoist! I was just teasing you!

Zhao Wuji's face turned ashen, and he was already considering retreating. Although he was a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, his chances of winning against a Nascent Soul cultivator who could use the power of rules were less than 30%.

Moreover, the combat power that the opponent just displayed was by no means that of an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator!

"Who exactly are you, fellow Daoist?" Zhao Wuji asked through gritted teeth. "I have no grudge against you, fellow Daoist, why must we fight to the death? I don't need the Soul-Returning Pill, let's just drop this matter, how about that?"

Chen Fan shook his head: "Since you have decided to kill me, I cannot let you live."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward.

The yin and yang energies flowed beneath his feet, transforming into a phantom image of a Tai Chi diagram that instantly enveloped an area of ​​ten feet in radius.

Zhao Wuji felt his body sink as if he were trapped in quagmire, and his movements slowed down by a third.

"This is... the realm of rules?" He was horrified.

Although Nascent Soul cultivators can control the rules, only one in ten thousand can form a domain!

These individuals are all invincible among their peers!

"escape!"

Zhao Wuji lost all will to fight, bit his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

His essence blood transformed into a blood mist, enveloping his entire body. His speed increased dramatically, and he broke free from the domain's restraints, transforming into a streak of blood light and fleeing towards Old Dragon City.

A cold glint flashed in Chen Fan's eyes, and he raised his hand in a loose grasping motion.

"Yin and Yang are in reverse."

Within a ten-zhang radius, the Yin and Yang energies clashed, collided, and tore apart wildly!

The blood-red light that Zhao Wuji had transformed into disappeared into the domain, as if it had fallen into a quagmire, its speed decreasing drastically. The blood mist rapidly dissolved amidst the reversal of Yin and Yang, revealing a terrified figure within.

"No! You can't kill me! I am the patriarch of the Zhao family! If you kill me, the Zhao family will not let you go!" Zhao Wuji roared.

Chen Fan remained silent, only pointing his fingers like a sword and making a sweeping motion in the air.

A gray-white sword line swept past.

Zhao Wuji stopped abruptly and looked down at his chest.

A thin line extended from his brow to his dantian, dividing him in two.

Blood gushed out, and the soul was annihilated.

Chen Fan withdrew his attack, and the domain dissipated.

The night wind blew, leaving only three corpses and a thick stench of blood on the wasteland.

He walked to Zhao Wuji's corpse, picked up the storage bag, and scanned it with his divine sense.

The bag was piled high with spirit stones, roughly estimated to contain at least 50,000 high-grade spirit stones. In addition, there were several pills, magic weapons, and jade slips, one of which, a black jade slip, caught Chen Fan's attention.

He took out the jade slip and probed it with his divine sense.

It is a copy of the Eight Extremes Formation Breaking Diagram, along with some details of the formation breaking plan.

"As expected." A cold glint flashed in Chen Fan's eyes.

He put away the jade slip and then checked the storage bags of the other two Core Formation cultivators, collecting a considerable amount of spirit stones and materials.

After doing all this, Chen Fan raised his hand and waved it, sending three balls of flame landing on the corpse and instantly burning it to ashes.

The night wind scattered the ashes, leaving no trace.

Chen Fan turned around and looked in the direction of Old Dragon City.

The city walls were brightly lit, and patrolling guards moved back and forth, completely unaware of the brief but brutal battle taking place outside the city.

"It's time to go."

He muttered to himself, his figure transforming into a bluish-gray light and disappearing into the depths of the night.

Half an hour later, at the Zhao residence in Old Dragon City.

Inside the ancestral hall, a spirit lamp suddenly went out.

The old man guarding the shrine suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the soul lamp that belonged to Zhao Wuji, and his face turned ashen.

"Our ancestor...has fallen?"

He rushed out of the ancestral hall, trembling, and shouted hoarsely, "Quick! Quickly inform the patriarch! The ancestor's soul lamp has gone out!"

The Zhao residence was thrown into chaos instantly.

Before long, several powerful auras soared into the sky and headed straight for the outside of the city.

Apart from the faint spiritual energy fluctuations left over from the battle, there was nothing else on the wasteland.

"Investigate! Investigate for me! Who dares to touch my Zhao family patriarch!" Zhao Wenchang, the head of the Zhao family, roared furiously, his eyes bloodshot.

……

As night deepened, the Zhao family mansion in Old Dragon City was brightly lit.

Before the ancestral hall, Zhao Wenchang knelt on the ground, his hands trembling as he held the extinguished spirit lamp. The jade lamp was still warm, but the wick had turned to ash, leaving only a wisp of smoke slowly dissipating.

"Father..." His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Behind him, dozens of core members of the Zhao family knelt in silence. A sense of oppression and fear filled the air.

Zhao Wuji, the patriarch of the Zhao family and a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, unexpectedly perished silently on his own territory!

"Have you found out?" Zhao Wenchang slowly stood up, his voice chillingly cold.

A black-clad cultivator at the late Core Formation stage stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Reporting to our master, we have discovered traces of a battle in the wasteland thirty miles west of the city. There are remnants of the power of rules at the scene, as well as... fluctuations in the clashing aura of cause and effect."

"Cause and effect?" Zhao Wenchang's pupils contracted. "Is there a corpse?"

"No. The scene was cleaned up very well, without even a trace of blood. It must have been burned to the ground with real fire."

Zhao Wenchang remained silent for a long time, then suddenly asked, "Where did the Ancestor go tonight?"

"An underground auction," the black-clad cultivator whispered. "Our ancestor went there for the Rejuvenation Pill, bidding against a man in black robes, but ultimately lost. After winning the pill, that man went straight out of the city, and our ancestor... took two late-stage Core Formation guards with him."

"The man in black robes..." A fierce glint flashed in Zhao Wenchang's eyes. "Send a message to the other seven families, requesting your patriarchs to come to the Zhao residence immediately for a meeting!"

"yes!"

The black-clad monk accepted the order and left.

Zhao Wenchang turned to look at the row of spirit lamps in the ancestral hall; the lamp at the very top, belonging to Zhao Wuji, had completely dimmed. He clenched his fist, his nails digging deep into his palm.

"No matter who you are... my Zhao family will make you pay for your crimes in blood!"

……

Half an hour later, in the main hall of the Zhao residence.

Seven figures arrived one after another, each with a deep aura and a solemn expression.

Wang Tiangang, the patriarch of the Wang family, was the first to arrive. Upon entering the main hall, he asked in a deep voice, "Is Zhao Wuji really dead?"

Zhao Wenchang nodded with red eyes: "The soul lamp has been extinguished, but the power of the rules remains at the scene."

Wang Tiangang, his brows furrowed, sat down in the first seat on the left.

Next came Qian Duobao, Sun Meiniang, Li Batian, Zhou Wenyuan, Wu Youdao, and finally Zhou Shan.

The seven people took their seats. Zhao Wenchang stood in front of the main seat, which was Zhao Wuji's seat. It was empty at the moment and looked particularly glaring.

"Gentlemen," Zhao Wenchang's voice was hoarse, "my father perished outside the city tonight, the murderer unknown. However, among the remaining power of rules at the scene, there are traces of clashing causal auras. May I ask, have any of you seen a Nascent Soul cultivator who practices the rules of causality?"

The hall was completely silent.

Qian Duobao, fanning himself with a folding fan, slowly said, "The rules of cause and effect are one of the great principles, and there are very few who can cultivate them. Within the sealed land, I know of no more than three people."

"Which three?" Li Batian asked gruffly.

"First, the previous sect leader of the Fu Sect passed away a hundred years ago. Second, the current Grand Elder of the Changchun Sect, but he suffered a qi deviation three hundred years ago, and his cultivation was completely destroyed." Qian Duobao paused, "Third..."

He looked at Zhou Shan.

All eyes were on Zhou Shan.

Zhou Shan's expression remained calm, but a hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes. He was silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "Thirdly, it's that old eunuch from Da Yuan."

"An old eunuch?" Wang Tiangang narrowed his eyes. "Isn't he a swordsman?... "

"The sword is just an appearance." Zhou Shan shook his head. "When I fought him with Qinglian Daoist, I sensed the power of rules contained in his sword. At first, I thought it was the rule of killing, but upon closer inspection... that gray-white sword energy was clearly the manifestation of the concept of cause and effect! It's just that the battle was too intense at the time, so I didn't investigate it further."

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly froze.

A murderous glint flashed in Zhao Wenchang's eyes: "Senior Zhou, you mean... that old eunuch killed my father?"