Junior Uncle is too cunning.

The fight between Chen Fusheng and Zhenlong directly affected Zhu Wuneng's fighting circle.

Zhu Wuneng was surprised and astonished. He couldn't believe that Chen Fusheng was gone just like that. Moreover, if Chen Fusheng were dead, he wouldn't be so safe and sound now.

The other dragon was indeed very happy. She was convinced that Chen Fusheng had been beaten to death, and now only the pig in front of her was left.

If I can just hold out a little longer until the other true dragon arrives, then everything will be truly perfect.

Completely abandoning its earlier restraint, the True Dragon of the Early Stage of the Profound Immortal realm plunged its claws deep into Zhu Wuneng's head, seemingly intent on crushing him in one fell swoop.

Zhu Wuneng was a little angry. You really think I'm a pushover?

"Rake it up..."

With a roar, Zhu Wu grabbed his nine-toothed rake and swung it fiercely at the dragon's claw, unleashing the full power of his late-stage Xuanxian realm.

With a "bang," the true dragon was slapped away, hit the barrier, and bounced back.

The dragon spat out a mouthful of blood, looked up at Zhu Wuneng in shock, wondering if he was the master and the human from before was his pet.

There was no other way; we couldn't beat them, so we had to call in outside help.

The dragon head looked to the other side and saw that the real dragon fighting with Chen Fusheng was still slowly crawling, showing no intention of turning back.

To her even greater surprise, the human suddenly appeared on the other side.

Before she could react, Zhu Wuneng's rake had already struck. "Silly Dragon, your opponent is me."

Chen Fusheng remained in a pose of raising his spear to stab, not even glancing at the dragon behind him, his eyes filled with surprise.

"My gun is truly defying the heavens!"

He slowly turned around and glanced at Zhu Wuneng, who had already entered a beating mode and was having a great time playing with the true dragon.

Chen Fusheng slowly flew towards the true dragon, and at this moment the gliding true dragon finally touched the barrier.

The dragon's head gently touched the ground, and the dragon's body behind it continued to move forward, but much slower, like a boneless animal, crashing into the ground segment by segment.

The dragon's body had lost its luster, its eyes had disappeared, and its scales were falling off with a "ding-ding-ding" sound.

Looking at the dragon, now only its outer skin remained, Chen Fusheng glanced at the Immortal-Slaying Spear in his hand. It seemed to have eaten its fill and remained motionless.

He took down a true dragon at the mid-stage of the Xuanxian realm with a single spear thrust; even he himself found it a bit unbelievable.

But the fact is the fact. It was a bit of a waste. The Immortal-Slaying Spear truly lived up to its name. With one shot, it devoured the dragon's flesh and soul cleanly from head to toe, leaving not a trace of blood.

Leaving these dragon scales and horns behind was probably out of consideration for Chen Fusheng.

"Ow~"

The other dragon went mad. Seeing Chen Fusheng retract his dragon scales, she knew her husband was dead and she feared she would not escape her fate either.

A woman who has gone mad is powerful, let alone a true dragon. She flew directly toward Chen Fusheng, her whole body bulging and throbbing.

Chen Fusheng raised an eyebrow, clearly seeing that she was about to self-destruct. He glanced at the dragon with a pained expression, then picked up the Immortal-Slaying Spear and hurled it at her.

The Immortal-Slaying Spear slid smoothly back into Chen Fusheng's hand, passing directly from the dragon's head to its tail. It moved slightly, appearing quite pleased.

He quickly put it away and used the God of Wealth Seal to put away the barrier, since incense is quite expensive and every penny saved counts.

As I walked back, I did some calculations and realized I'd lost money.

This demon-slaying expedition was remarkably successful, producing two true dragons at the Xuanxian realm—a feat few dragons even exist in the dragon race.

But besides proving how powerful the Immortal-Slaying Spear was, all he did was lose two sets of dragon skins and spend so much incense money; he hadn't even calculated his own labor costs yet.

He returned to Xiongyou Village and saw that nothing was wrong. Xiong's father had returned, but he didn't want to disturb the family reunion. Chen Fusheng then returned to Lingbao Pavilion and did a free job as a housekeeper.

As soon as he entered, Yang Fugui stopped him, glanced at him secretly, and whispered, "Grandmaster Uncle is back and looking for you... He doesn't look too good."

Looking at Yang Fugui, Chen Fusheng gave the kid a thumbs up, praising him for quickly applying what he had learned.

I wonder which guy offended my martial uncle. If he finds out, I'll definitely teach him a lesson about "why guns are so black."

"Uncle-Master, Fusheng requests an audience."

The door opened automatically, but Chen Fusheng shuddered. So arrogant?

I walked in cautiously, and to my surprise, there were quite a few people inside. The first thing I saw was my unscrupulous master, Ling Yu.

Behind him stood the eldest senior brother Daolin, the second senior sister Daoling, and Lingxian. Behind them stood a young Taoist priest, who was none other than Chen Fusheng's seventh senior brother Daowu, who had been living in seclusion for a long time.

If we're talking about Chen Fusheng's closest friends within the sect, besides Feng Jiu, Dao Chi, and Dao Lin... it would be Dao Wu. The two are from the same lineage, not much different in age, and get along very well together.

However, Chen Fusheng has not seen Dao Wu since he went into seclusion several hundred years ago.

Chen Fusheng quickly bowed to Ling Yu and the others, then stood behind Dao Wu, and the two began to exchange glances.

Bah, expressive eyes and brows.

"Seventh Senior Brother, when did you emerge from seclusion?"

"I was only called out by my master these past two days. I could have held on a bit, but never mind me. I heard you're doing pretty well these days, huh?"

"Not bad, not bad either, you're not bad either, you've become a true immortal?" Chen Fusheng said modestly, but in fact he had seen through Dao Wu's realm at a glance.

That's true. After all, he's been holding back for hundreds of years. He would have already risen to the top by now. He seriously suspects that Dao Wu is just shirking responsibility and doesn't want to come out.

……

Lingyu and the others looked at Chen Fusheng and Dao Wu's facial expressions with surprise, raising their eyebrows and glancing sideways... It was a wonderful pantomime performance.

Ling Ling had long disliked them, so she picked up a spirit fruit from the table and threw it at the two of them.

Ling Ling is currently at the Perfected Realm of the Profound Immortal. Although Chen Fusheng is not as advanced as her, it is not a problem for him to dodge a spiritual fruit.

However, after thinking about it, he stopped shaking his head and stayed with Dao Wu as he faced Ling Ling's sudden attack.

"boom"

"boom"

"Ouch, that hurts!"

—A performance by Chen Fusheng.

"Oh no, my neck is broken."

—An exaggeration from Dao Wu.

Upon hearing Dao Wu's words, Chen Fusheng, who had already composed himself and maintained his pained expression, glanced at Dao Wu and asked, "Brother, what's going on? Has Bibi gone mad? How come your acting has deteriorated so much? He was hit on the head, what does that have to do with the neck?"

"Well, that makes sense. It was a mistake, a complete mistake. Or should I change it to a concussion?"

Chen Fusheng held his head speechlessly. (Breaking News: The Lingbao Sect's Yuanyang Peak performance duo—Due to Dao Wu's performance error, Chen Fusheng is now going solo.)

Dao Lin looked at Chen Fusheng and Dao Wu and burst out laughing, a hint of nostalgia creeping onto his face. As long as these two clowns were together, it would be the biggest show in the Lingbao Sect.

Dao Ling gently patted Dao Lin and gestured to Ling Ling. Dao Lin instantly understood and cast a pitying look at Chen Fusheng and the other person.

Chen Fusheng knew he had to cut his losses and save himself. He glanced at Dao Wu and wondered if there was any bigger scapegoat than this.

He stood up abruptly, bowed to Ling Ling, and looked at Dao Wu, saying, "Seventh Senior Brother, what's wrong with you? Did you anger Uncle again? Can you be more careful in the future?"

"Uncle-Master, my senior brother has just emerged from seclusion, and his mind might not have fully recovered yet. Please, spare him this time?"

Dao Wuhe was one of the two great scourges of the Lingbao Sect, alongside Chen Fusheng... ptooey, one of the two great masters. He immediately saw through Chen Fusheng's trick.

He also hurriedly stood up and started speaking, keeping one main idea in mind: to hold onto Chen Fusheng tightly and not waver.

Ling Yu looked at her two lively disciples and smiled helplessly. She glanced at Ling Ling beside her and saw that she was smiling and shaking her body, clearly holding back her laughter.

"Alright, you're a grown man, stop making a fuss!"

The two, who had just been entangled in a dispute, replied in unison after hearing Ling Yu's words, "Yes, we will follow Master's teachings."