How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

"Humph!"

Li Muyun snorted coldly, and his figure suddenly flashed. The three of them felt a sudden gust of wind and rain rushing towards them, and the world spun around them.

When they regained their senses, they had already tumbled out and landed in front of the restaurant. Half of their cheeks were swollen, and the blue-robed disciple had even knocked out two front teeth, bleeding profusely.

"Waaah... Waaah!"

The female cultivator in the pale yellow dress opened the water mirror and saw her own face, half of which was swollen and red, resembling a pig's head. She was so disgusted by how ugly she looked that she cried.

I cried out loudly.

The man in the blue robe had a livid face, clutching his aching cheek. His anger slowly rose, but he didn't dare to vent it. He glanced fiercely inside.

He pulled the two of them up and turned his head to say something.

"go!"

The blue-robed male cultivator's face was covered in blood, which was flowing freely. His face was burning hot, and the Five Finger Mountain on his face was sunken in. He stammered and couldn't speak for a long time.

After the three had walked a while, the blue-robed male cultivator, whose speech was incoherent, was finally able to utter a sob after a long while.

"Senior brother, what should we do? Are we just going to let this go? Junior sister got beaten up for nothing! We are disciples of the Hunyuan Immortal Sect, and he didn't even give us any face!"

The man in the green robe had a gloomy and vicious expression, and he snorted coldly.

"It won't be that easy. I've already reported to the elders. They'll definitely teach him a lesson. I can see clearly that he's just a young man who's built up his cultivation through taking medicine. Once the elders arrive, they'll surely capture him."

Upon hearing this, the female cultivator in the pale yellow dress let out a gasp.

"Senior brother, how could the elders possibly care about such things?"

The male cultivator in the green robe chuckled sinisterly, making no attempt to conceal the malice on his face.

"He had a spirit ox beside him, eating at the table. Did you see it? The elder loves collecting spirit pets, so he just dealt with this kid on the way!"

Upon hearing this, both men smiled and offered their compliments.

"Senior brother (elder brother) is truly brilliant, worthy of being called a strategist..."

……

After dealing with this minor incident, Li Muyun didn't take it to heart at all. He enjoyed drinking strong liquor with Zhu Jiutong and his big blue ox, feeling extremely content.

"Brother Li is truly kind-hearted. It is truly admirable that someone with such cultivation can still remain calm and composed."

Zhu Jiutong shook the wine cup and spoke slowly.

Li Muyun waved his hand and simply drank a full cup of strong liquor.

This kind of drink is indeed hot and spicy, and quite potent!

The restaurant was eerily quiet. Even the diners who hadn't yet left were trying their best to keep a low profile and dared not make a sound while eating.

Only the two people and the ox were still enjoying their meal.

Daqingniu can be summed up in one word: eat.

He ignored everything else and the few top-quality beef cattle in the cowshed suffered terribly today, all ruined by the big blue ox.

"May I ask which fellow Daoist is here? You have injured three beloved disciples of my Hunyuan Immortal Sect. I have come here to seek justice..."

A powerful voice rang out from afar. An elderly man with white hair and a youthful face stepped into the restaurant with his hands behind his back. His aura was sharp and fierce, clearly indicating that he was a Nascent Soul expert.

Upon hearing this, Li Muyun looked utterly helpless.

That's why he didn't want to get involved, especially after hearing about the Hunyuan Immortal Sect, he knew it was a group that had beaten up the younger generation and then brought down the older ones.

The old man exuded a powerful aura, his steps were firm, and he came to question the old man. His gaze swept across the room, landing immediately on the big blue ox.

Its fur is glossy and shiny, it has the body of a cow and the form of a human. It's a fine spirit pet that can sit on the table and eat, and it should be able to produce a litter of spirit offspring.

He strode forward, heading straight for the big blue ox, without even glancing at Li Muyun standing to the side, and spoke up directly.

"Your spirit pet is quite good. Give it to me, and this matter of harming my disciple will be forgiven. My patience is limited, so please don't..."

Li Muyun suddenly tightened his grip on the chopsticks, crushing them into tiny pieces. He let out a few helpless sneers and asked Zhu Jiutong.

"This is your territory, does that give you the right to kill people?"

Zhu Jiutong's face revealed a gloating expression, as if he had finally seen the situation with Li Muyun, and he nodded repeatedly.

"Whatever...do whatever you want."

The elder of the Hunyuan Immortal Sect had already walked up behind Li Muyun, placed his large hand on Li Muyun's shoulder, and burst out laughing upon hearing this.

"Young man, don't be so arrogant. Sometimes you have to watch your mouth. Trouble comes from the mouth. You still don't understand this principle. Today, I'll suffer a loss and take your spirit pet as a lesson to you."

Li Muyun was almost laughing in anger; he never thought he would have such a day!

Immediately, the sword intent ceased to be restrained, its powerful aura soaring into the sky, and the fierce sword intent suddenly exploded, crashing violently towards the old man's arm.

The old man pursed his lips and channeled his immortal power, intending to resist the sword intent. However, under the overwhelming sword intent, his entire arm suddenly shattered, exploding into boundless rain of blood.

"what!"

The old man roared, and in order to get rid of the terrifying sword energy, he suddenly severed his own arm. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Li Muyun in the distance and roared.

"You brat, I'll take your life!"

Just as the old man roared, Li Muyun stood up, grabbed the wooden stool he was sitting on, and delivered a devastating blow to the old man's face.

Bang!

The wooden planks shattered, sending splinters flying everywhere. The old man's face was bloodshot, and his head was partially flattened by the force of the blow.

The three disciples behind the old man were utterly astonished by what they saw.

An incredibly powerful elder in the sect was brutally murdered by a young man!

This time, he was so frightened that he lost three of his six souls. He couldn't walk at all. His legs were trembling uncontrollably, and his whole body was shaking. He stared at the scene in disbelief.

Li Muyun was still furious. He clenched his right fist and slammed it into the old man's chest.

Click!

A crisp sound of bones shattering rang out, and the old man flew up like a broken sack, spitting out blood as he crashed violently onto the gray floor tiles, his body covered in blood.

The old man struggled to his feet. He hadn't even made a single move before he was half-dead. He finally came to his senses and realized that he had met a tough opponent this time, one who was not even on the same level as him.

The younger generation still has some manners, but the older generation is already very familiar with them. They immediately knelt down on both knees, kowtowed and begged for forgiveness.

"Senior, senior, please stop! Please stop! This old man was blinded by greed and dared to plot against your spirit beast. It was all these three wicked beasts' idea. Senior, whether you want to hit or kill them, all three of them will apologize to you..."

The three people behind saw the elder kneeling and begging for mercy, and they all collapsed, hurriedly kowtowing and pleading, tears streaming down their faces.

Li Muyun felt a surge of annoyance. He had only wanted to have a simple meal, but something kept getting in the way and ruining his mood.

They let those three go before, yet they dared to send reinforcements back to cause trouble for me.

I'm so tired of using my hands.

Thinking of this, Li Muyun's expression turned cold, and the Devouring Creation Sword appeared in his hand. Before the three could plead again, the sword light was sharp.

brush!

Four heads flew straight up, blood shooting into the sky. The fleeing Nascent Soul cultivator was also annihilated by Li Muyun with a single finger. All four died.