On the other side, Deng Tianyu was deep in the ancient forests of a place called Profound Sun Valley, carrying his little fox and searching for a spirit treasure known as Heavenly Yang Fruit.
After swallowing six Heavenly Yang Fruits and then following the technique recorded in the Primordial Yang Reflux Art, he would be able to form a net inside his body capable of capturing and locking away Primal Yang Essence.
That way, even if that sticky substance flowed out, the net would trap the essence, achieving the reflux effect.
Of course, everything Deng Tianyu did was in the name of filial piety.
The Primordial Yang Reflux Art had been bestowed on him by his Shizun. To let her down would be unfilial.
And Deng Tianyu had always scorned unfilial disciples.
“Yingying!”
Suddenly, the little fox in his arms twitched her pink nose and pointed toward a distant waterfall.
From afar, torrents of water thundered into the pool below, sending huge waves crashing.
“There is a spirit treasure over there?”
Deng Tianyu looked down at the little creature in his arms and asked.
“Yingying!” The little white fox nodded.
This was her innate talent—she could detect nearby spirit treasures with her acute sense of smell.
With her help, whenever Deng Tianyu went out into the wilds, he always came back with rich rewards.
The little fox’s nose was like a spiritual radar, capable of pinpointing exact locations.
“Buzz!”
Without hesitation, True Essence surged beneath his feet, and in a single step, he directly crossed the distance, arriving at the waterfall.
This was unmistakably Shrinking Earth into Inches, a divine ability only trainable at the Divine Ability Realm!
After stepping into that realm, he had cultivated this divine ability.
It was similar to the Flash skill in the games from his previous life, allowing him to teleport within a certain range.
“Fellow Daoist, save me!”
Just then, a cry for help came from the ancient trees beyond the waterfall.
He saw a woman, her clothes in disarray, tightly bound by a massive demon serpent covered in black scales, struggling madly.
The woman was not bad-looking, and with so much of her clothing torn, her snow-white bosom was faintly visible, giving her a pitiful, delicate appearance.
In a normal story, all one had to do was kill that demon serpent, perform a heroic rescue, and the beauty would offer herself in gratitude.
Faced with this scene, however, Deng Tianyu simply sat on a rock, took a handful of melon seeds from his Storage Ring, gave some to Yingying, and began snacking himself.
“Yingying, what do you think?”
The little fox expertly spat out the shells and kept pawing at Deng Tianyu to feed her more, not even sparing a glance at the woman.
Clearly, in her eyes, food came first.
Deng Tianyu chuckled wryly, gave her a few more seeds, and leisurely continued watching the woman act.
He wasn’t a fool; how could he fall for such a clumsy trap?
She didn’t show up earlier or later, but the moment he arrived near the waterfall, someone starts screaming for help? What kind of coincidence was that?
And judging by the aura of that demon serpent, it was at least at the Divine Ability Realm, while this woman was on the verge of death from her injuries.
Given such an enormous gap, how could this woman still shout for help with such a full voice? Does this make sense?
“Fellow Daoist, I am a disciple of Wind Snow Valley. This demon serpent ambushed me, and its demonic poison has already spread to my organs… cough…”
“As long as you save me, I will reward you handsomely!”
The woman’s face was pale, and blood seeped from the corner of her lips, making her appear utterly helpless.
Hearing this, Deng Tianyu asked with great interest, “How handsome a reward are we talking?”
The woman was stupefied!
Were men really this hard to fool now?
Such a pitiful, disheveled woman, desperately awaiting rescue—and he wouldn’t save her?
Was this man some cold-hearted, emotionless Devil Sect disciple?
She thought all that, but still forced down her fury and continued her helpless pleading:
“Fellow Daoist, as long as you lend a hand… cough…”
“Even if you want me to offer myself in marriage… I am willing!”
As she said this, sorrow painted her face, and blood kept trickling from her mouth, as if she might expire at any moment.
“Then forget it.”
“Just stick around—maybe some warm-hearted cultivator will pass by soon.”
Deng Tianyu had no interest in playing along anymore and turned to head toward the cliff.
Right there, he could see a spirit treasure radiating golden light—it was exactly the Heavenly Yang Fruit he’d been searching for.
He’d already picked five; he only needed one more to return and cultivate the Primordial Yang Reflux Art.
“I had planned to let you taste pleasure first, since you’re so handsome, drain you with dual cultivation, then break your limbs and capture you alive.”
“But it seems that won’t be necessary now.”
Seeing this, the woman’s expression turned dark and vicious. She stopped pretending and laid her cards on the table.
The massive black-scaled demon serpent opened its blood-filled maw, releasing a stench of rot. Two venomous fangs glinted coldly as it lunged at him.
“Why go to all that trouble for nothing?”
“Why not just capture me directly and force me then?”
“Were you in the mood for a little consensual play?”
Not fully understanding, Deng Tianyu pressed his hands together. Two vivid black-and-white yin-yang fish appeared, instantly intertwining into a Taiji Diagram shape before being launched outward with a mighty push.
This was a yin-yang slaughter divine ability from the Purple Cloud Dao Canon – Upper Volume: Yin-Yang Union Hand Seal!
“Boom… Boom…”
The terrifying hand seal unleashed waves of domineering crimson light. Wherever it passed, the waterfall exploded into massive holes, sending water spraying everywhere.
Crash!
The black-scaled demon serpent was instantly torn to shreds, its flesh and blood scattering.
“You’re not in the Condensing Origin Realm?”
At practically the same moment, realizing the situation had gone south, the woman stamped both feet and shot away into the distance.
Deng Tianyu flashed a smile. He clenched his palm, and his True Essence surged again. Several more domineering crimson beams of slaughter chased after her.
He knew exactly why she had said that. To stay safe, he had always used a technique from the Purple Cloud Dao Canon – Upper Volume to conceal his true cultivation level.
“Ahhh!”
The clouds in the sky were ripped apart. The woman let out a piercing scream, spat a mouthful of blood, and crashed from mid-air onto the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
“So, who sent you?”
Now, Deng Tianyu finally strolled over to her and asked.
He did not believe this person was just bored and decided to mess with him for fun.
“I’ll tell you… It was…”
The woman on the ground slowly lifted her head. Just as she was about to speak, a dagger appeared in her hand and she stabbed viciously at him.
Shlick!
In the next instant, a sharp Sword Intent flashed out. The woman’s expression froze and she slumped straight down.
“Why all these convoluted tricks?”
Deng Tianyu sighed helplessly, then pressed his hand against her head, activating the Soul Search divine ability and closing his eyes.
He didn’t actually want to use Soul Search, since it severely drained his Divine Soul Power.
But now, he had no choice!
“Snow Garment Pavilion… Rong Qian!”
A moment later, Deng Tianyu opened his eyes and muttered.
This didn’t surprise him.
Most likely, after learning about the partnership between Purple Cloud Sect and the Spirit Treasure Pavilion, that Workshop Master couldn’t sleep, turn over, or swallow her resentment.
Memories of their past grudges bubbled up, and with this aimless fury, her face practically screamed two words: “vengeance” and “retaliation.”
