I have a high-risk profession in the cultivation world.

He's almost at the fusion stage too, who does he think he is?

It's truly despicable that someone of such high cultivation would seek superiority over a mere child.

He changed the subject: "These sentences are much easier to understand than the last one that was deliberately mysterious. If I go to the east, I will die, so I will stay in the west and live in a house built on the west side."

Yan Duan turned his head away with disdain. "I have already calculated your fate. Let's call your predicament a calamity. Your calamity is caused by someone, and it originates in the West. As long as you find that person before the calamity is sealed and kill him, the calamity can be resolved."

Yan Jian'an frowned. "You know the old man, I don't kill innocent people on my own initiative."

Yan Duan laughed in anger: "I am the renowned Immortal Lord Wenbei, and I have picked up a kind-hearted boy?"

Yan Jian'an had never asked who gave him this honorific name, but having been influenced by Yan Duan's style of doing things since childhood, he had his own understanding of it—as the name suggests, if you feel too comfortable and don't know what sadness is, go ask Yan Duan. Once you ask, you will immediately feel sad, and not only will you feel sad, but your relatives and friends will also likely feel sad for a few days.

As for why such a character could still be described as a Celestial Lord, it's all thanks to the old man's profound cultivation.

"How dare you bring up such a nickname from your youth?" he joked. "Although I'm not exactly a saint, I don't attack unless attacked, isn't that what you taught me?"

"Go find him first, follow him, and if you find he's not a good person, then kill him. Is that alright now?"

Yan Duan took a step back, but Yan Jian'an remained unmoved. "You yourself said that it was a calamity of fate. If I don't avoid it, but instead rush to find it, wouldn't that be courting death? Besides, it has no name or surname, and I don't even know if it's male or female. How am I supposed to find it?"

Enraged, Yan Duan flicked his finger, sending a burst of spiritual energy across the air to strike the head of the unworthy junior before him, silencing his nonsense!

Yan Jian'an grimaced. Well, this force didn't seem like a backlash. There was no need to worry.

“I’ve already calculated it. In the Xuanling Secret Realm, there will be a man. From today onwards, you will live in the Xuanling Secret Realm until he appears.” After saying that, Yan Duan took out a pendant. “Wear it around your neck. I asked that old bald monk at the Fanyin Pavilion for it. When someone with whom you have a karmic connection appears, it will react when you touch their body. When you meet them, you will naturally recognize them.”

Yan Jian'an reached out and took it, pursing his lips. This old man, who was both righteous and wicked, actually went to see that group of rigid and boring bald monks. He remembered how many times Yan Duan had said that he despised those inflexible old monks the most.

Now he's eagerly going to be humiliated, all for the sake of a junior who annoys him every day.

Yan Jian'an's eyes were a little moist. In order not to let the old man see, he deliberately laughed loudly a few times, pretending to laugh until tears came out. He said in a trembling voice with laughter, "When you went to ask for this pendant, did you also call him an old bald monk? Those old monks probably kicked you out."

His eyes, however, were icy cold. Only he could make fun of his old man; everyone else was too busy fawning over him. If anyone really displeased the old man, he would make them pay tenfold or a hundredfold.

Yan Duan waved his hand dismissively, "I'm getting old and my skin's thickened. If you won't let me call you 'Old Bald Donkey,' I'll just call you something else."

"In short, you must hurry up and kill that blind calamity as soon as possible. How dare he become the calamity of my junior? He must have been born with bad luck."

As he left, Yan Jian'an waved goodbye, saying, "Take care, old man. I'm going to the Xuanling Secret Realm. If you die, no one will dare to collect your body—"

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Jian'an used his movement technique and sped away.

Yan Duan narrowed his eyes. "You brat, still so disrespectful. Fine, someone of my status shouldn't stoop to the level of a junior."

Yan Duan waved his sleeve and turned around, casually gesturing with his hand. A dozen breaths later, a faint, shrill scream could be heard.

A few breaths later, Yan Duan received a transmission talisman. He opened it and heard the brat's somewhat annoyed voice, "You old bastard! You hit me so hard. Just you wait, one day I'll surpass you and treat you like this too!"

Yan Duan smiled contentedly, then sat back down at the tea table, picked up a small cup of tea, and sipped it slowly.

It would be a waste to waste such a precious thing; tea should be savored carefully.

He drank the first pot of tea from me and still has to act all innocent, humph.

Whether his severe backlash healed well or not, dealing with this brat was still a piece of cake.