After being exiled for eighteen years, the prince returned to the capital as a veritable immortal.

Tongtian Peak is the highest mountain east of the Great Qian Imperial City.

It is also the main peak of the eighteen peaks of Tianzhu.

The Martial Arts Alliance is here, making it a sacred place in the hearts of cultivators all over the world.

Wuji Hall, the council hall.

On the nine-tiered platform, the leader's throne, over ten feet high, was gilded and inlaid with jade, its luxury surpassing even the imperial dragon throne.

Dressed in a flowing blue robe and wearing leather boots with python patterns, Alliance Leader Zhu Anshi sat regally on his throne.

His tall stature highlights his exceptional strength and power.

He had a square face, a long beard under his chin, and an honest and kind appearance.

Below the stage, Shen Canghai's thin body trembled slightly, his tone extremely fiery:

"Alliance Leader, you knew all along that my son Shen Zhuo was killed by the Grandson of the Si Emperor, who was already at the Celestial Realm."

"What? Nephew Shen Zhuoxian died young?"

He looked utterly shocked and abruptly stood up from his throne.

Then, with a sorrowful expression, he said, "Sect Leader Shen, please accept my condolences."

"Condolences?"

Shen Canghai nearly went berserk, yelling, "I only have two sons, and they're both dead! You have to give me an explanation!"

"I?"

Zhu Anshi stepped down the steps and grasped Shen Canghai's hands. "Sect Leader Shen, please tell me what you need me to do, and I will do my best."

Shen Canghai shook off Zhu Anshi's hand and said angrily, "I'm just asking, did you already know that the Imperial Grandson Si had advanced to the level of a Celestial Half-Immortal?"

"What?! He... he actually advanced to the Celestial Realm?" Zhu Anshi exclaimed in shock. "How is this possible?"

"You really don't know?" Shen Canghai gritted his teeth.

He didn't believe Zhu Anshi, but he had no evidence.

"If I knew, how could I not inform Sect Leader Shen?" Zhu Anshi said sincerely.

"You...I..." Shen Canghai's anger had nowhere to go.

He was most familiar with Zhu Anshi, who appeared to be honest and kind, but was actually only interested in profit.

Promising him the position of vice leader was definitely a way of sending him to investigate Zhou Yi's strengths and weaknesses.

He had always felt something was amiss, but he couldn't figure out what the problem was.

Now he has figured it out, but he has no evidence.

"Sect Leader Shen, do not be anxious," Zhu Anshi comforted him. "The Imperial Grandson Si is heading towards Tongtian Peak. I, the Alliance Leader, will surely kill him and avenge my two nephews."

"Hmph." Shen Canghai sat down in the armchair next to him with a huff.

He considered going directly to Zhou Yi to take revenge.

However, this grandson of the emperor was so extraordinary that he became wary of him.

The claim that the royal family's Divine Dragon Nine Revolutions allows them to challenge opponents of higher levels is not an exaggeration.

So, he came to the Martial Arts Alliance.

Firstly, he was furious and wanted to demand an explanation from Zhu Anshi.

Secondly, when the grandson of the emperor comes to seek revenge on Zhu Anshi, he can take the opportunity to kill him and avenge his two sons.

……

"Human nature is perilous."

"The mind of the Tao is subtle."

……

Outside Yunyang City.

The girl named Hu Die began to recite.

Zhou Yi's convoy continued on its journey.

Yesterday, after killing Shen Zhuo.

Zhou Yi originally thought that Shen Canghai, the sect leader of Tianyi Sect, would definitely jump out to avenge his son.

Surprisingly, the other party did not show up.

Not only did he not appear, but the disciples and elders of the Tianyi Sect also remained silent.

It was as if the other party didn't care about the young sect leader's death at all.

……

Today, Zhou Yi requested a rather strange route.

After a few turns, we arrived at the foot of a mountain.

This is not the direction to the Martial Arts Alliance at all.

Dismounting from their horses and walking, Si Xuan and Hu Die followed Zhou Yi into the deep mountains.

Dozens of iron-clad cavalrymen followed in light armor.

Soon, the figure of an old woman appeared on the mountain road ahead.

"It's that old bastard who unleashed his evil deeds last night," Si Xuan whispered.

Clearly, she was on her way back to the Mahayana sect's stronghold.

Since last night, Zhou Yi's mind has been locked onto the other party.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been allowed to escape so easily.

The old woman walked briskly and soon entered an ancient temple on the mountain path.

Inside the ancient temple, there was not a single monk; those coming and going were all black-clad warriors.

They are followers of Mahayana Buddhism.

The believers were busy, some bringing in people with their hands bound, others carrying in freshly deceased corpses...

"This place must be a den of iniquity," Hu Die whispered.

The three concealed themselves and followed the old woman into the underground chamber.

In the center of the secret chamber was a magic array.

The corpses that had been brought in were placed inside the formation.

Beside the corpses, people who had just been brought in were tied to wooden stakes.

A series of shrill screams came from their mouths.

Mahayana Buddhists used various forms of torture to torment those they captured.

"If using the dead can commit evil, why torture the living?"

Si Xuan asked, puzzled.

"Torturing someone to the point of death makes it easier to strip away their celestial soul."

Hu Die answered softly, "Moreover, the sins committed by a living person being tortured to death are even more terrible."

"..." Si Xuan was speechless.

Mahayana Buddhism is truly insane and ruthless, resorting to any means necessary.

"Master!"

Wherever the old woman went, the believers bowed in respect.

Clearly, she was the leader of this hideout.

Without lingering in the secret room, the old woman made her way into a bedroom.

On the large bed.

A young man, bare-chested and stiff, lay on his back.

The old woman sat down on the edge of the bed.

A hand, like a chicken claw, stroked the man's chest. A hoarse voice said:

“Fellow Daoist Wu, you are over a hundred years old, but you have not aged because you advanced to the Golden Core stage at a young age.”

"My younger sister advanced to the Golden Core stage late, so her beauty has faded, but she is now a great Golden Core cultivator."

"Eighty years old? You're still younger than me..."

The man scoffed, "Pah, shameless."

The old woman suddenly turned hostile and said:

"Wu Yun, don't push your luck!"

"If it weren't for my lust for your looks, you would have been tortured to death long ago, what a terrible thing!"

"You ugly monster, you've caused the deaths of so many of my fellow disciples!" the shirtless man, Wu Yun, roared. "I only regret that I can't kill you, that beast in human form, Zhu Anshi!"

"Oh, so you dare to insult the Alliance Leader's benevolence and righteousness?"

"Pah, what a load of bull, all talk of kindness and righteousness, it's just deceit and a fraud."

Wu Yun gritted his teeth and said, "Just because our Qingyun Sect disagreed with him, my junior brother and I were subdued by him and handed over to you."

"Hehehe..." the old woman chuckled strangely, "If you agree to my request, your junior brother won't die, will he?"

"Bah! Your Mahayana sect is no good either!"

Wu Yun was restrained and unable to move, so he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of phlegm.

The incident happened suddenly; the old woman was spit on in the face.

"Fine, I'll give you the path to heaven, but you won't take it."

Enraged, the old woman grabbed Wu Yun by the neck and lifted him up, saying viciously, "Then go and commit your sins for me."

She turned around, about to step out the door.

His sunken eye sockets suddenly narrowed.

There were three living people standing at the door.

She was shocked: "You, you guys... you actually followed me here!"

She had just dealt with Zhou Yi and the others last night, so of course she recognized the three of them.

"Die!"

The old woman tossed Wu Yun, which she was holding, at Zhou Yi.

His body left a blur as he flew out the window.

"puff!"

next moment.

Her body and head flew out of the window.

Si Xuan sheathed the Dragon Sparrow Sword and helped Wu Yun, who was falling to the ground.

Zhou Yi raised his hand and gently stroked his heart, releasing the pressure that had been restrained.

……

Zhou Yi and the others descended the mountain via the same route.

Behind them, flames engulfed the ancient temple.

The guards have completely wiped out this criminal den.

Rescued by Zhou Yi, Wu Yun was filled with gratitude and said:

"Zhu Anshi gathered several celestial beings and half-immortals, preparing to kill His Highness at the Martial Alliance to avenge the massacre of the Zhu family."

"Your Highness, please return. Do not act rashly."

Zhou Yi looked up and gazed into the distance.

The eighteen peaks of Tianzhu can be seen from afar.

The Martial Arts Alliance is right in front of us.