I have changed my destiny and become an unparalleled immortal.

boom!

The bluestone ground beneath Gu Yun's feet was instantly crushed to pieces.

Using the extremely savage physical recoil force of the Great Wilderness Body, his burly body broke through the air and emitted a piercing sonic boom.

The disciple who was leading the group and was at the eighth level of Qi Refining immediately panicked, and his face turned extremely ugly.

He quickly activated his spiritual energy shield, while simultaneously directing his three remaining junior brothers to form a battle formation and then use their flying swords to attack the enemy.

But it was too late.

Gu Yun has already cultivated to the point of having copper blood and stone bones. Within a range of ten zhang, the fragile body of a cultivator is like a paper target!

Like a raging ancient bull, Gu Yun forcefully smashed through the spiritual energy shield of the eighth-level Qi Refining cultivator with his dark bronze shoulder.

There was a cracking sound, the sound of bone breaking made one's teeth ache.

The disciple at the eighth level of Qi Refining had his sternum completely shattered. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

"monster"

The remaining three disciples at the sixth level of Qi Refining were terrified and turned to run away.

"Since we're already here, let's leave it as fertilizer!"

Gu Yun used his hands alternately to grab the tops of the two people's heads.

Then his five fingers quickly and abruptly clenched together.

Bang! Bang! The two heads exploded like watermelons, splattering red and white matter everywhere.

Just then, two more sword lights suddenly fell from mid-air. It turned out to be two more disciples of the Hehuan Sect who had come to reinforce them after hearing the commotion!

As soon as the two landed, angry shouts rang out.

"How dare you! You actually dared to kill a disciple of my Joyful Union Sect!"

Before the angry shouts could subside...

Gu Yun took a deep breath, picked up a broken sword from the ground, and threw it with all his might, like throwing a javelin.

Phew!

The broken sword, in a blur, pierced straight into a man's throat, carrying his corpse, and pinned him to a tree trunk.

The last guy was so scared his legs went weak, and he was about to crush the warning talisman when...

Gu Yun moved swiftly like a ghost, then grabbed the guy's head with both hands and twisted it hard.

A "click" sound.

The neck was broken.

The body lost its strength and slowly collapsed.

In the short time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

The six members, all at the Qi Refining stage of the Hehuan Sect, were slaughtered without even having a chance to cast a few decent spells!

Gu Yun shook the blood off his hands, but his brows furrowed slightly.

The smell of blood is quite strong here.

The Foundation Establishment level expert from the Hehuan Sect might notice and come looking for them.

We can't stay in this valley any longer.

He turned around, walked quickly toward the cabin, and immediately picked up the little stone that was still trembling.

"Stone, close your eyes. Your uncle is going to take you to another place."

Gu Yun did not touch the corpse.

He wrapped the small stones in a rag and carried them on his back. He plunged into the deep mountains and ran quickly in the opposite direction.

……

Five days later.

At the foot of Zixu Sect Mountain lies Zixu Town.

There is a small town that was built with the help of a major sect of immortal cultivators, and it is quite prosperous.

There are instances of ordinary people and low-level rogue cultivators living together in this area.

The streets of the small town were bustling with activity, and the sounds of vendors hawking their wares could be heard everywhere.

No matter how rampant the Hehuan Sect was, they dared not openly go to the gate of the Zixu Sect to conduct a search.

In a simple inn in a corner of the town.

Gu Yun was wearing coarse cloth clothes and a bamboo hat.

Over the course of the past few days, he and Little Stone have settled into their accommodation in the town.

Gu Yun looked at the sleeping boy on the bed and carefully sewed the animal skin of the "Great Wilderness Body" into a close-fitting little jacket.

Gu Yun has already given the child a Soul-Enhancing Pill, which will help as the child grows older.

Stones possess powerful souls, so they can naturally see the writing on animal hides.

"Stone, you have no spiritual root, so there is no way for you to cultivate into an immortal. Your ancestors had the potential to cultivate through physical means, so you may be a natural-born physical cultivator."

Gu Yun placed the padded jacket on the bedside table.

His eyes held a complex expression.

This world is like a cannibalistic place.

Gu Yun has been thinking a lot these past few days.

In the Ghost Cry Forest, he endured a frenzied killing and devouring that lasted for half a month, living like a wild beast.

This made him feel somewhat unfamiliar and uneasy.

That Purple Mansion, which requires fourteen Dao Foundations, must be a road full of blood-red color.

He was tired of it.

Over the past eighty years, he has experienced many things in this world.

He originally only wanted to achieve immortality so that he could peacefully observe this vast world.

Although he has now returned to the appearance of a middle-aged man, his hands are stained with a lot of blood.

But he didn't want pure children like Little Stone to be dragged into that bottomless abyss.

The best place for him is the Purple Void Sect.

Finally, the seventh day arrived at the inn.

Suddenly, a clear, crisp sound of bells rang out from the long bluestone street outside the inn.

Ding-dong... Ding-dong...

Gu Yun's hand holding the carving knife suddenly trembled.

He peered out through the half-open window of the inn.

There was a figure on the long street.

The figure had her hair tied up in a high bun, wore a pink dress, and had a longevity lock around her neck.

Half a year later, the little girl seemed to have grown a little bit taller.

But in her once bright and mischievous eyes, there was a lingering sense of loss.

She held a string of bright red candied hawthorns in her hand, just looking at them without taking a bite.

Gu Yun's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. Within his Purple Mansion, a blue thought bead emitted a soft light.

He lowered his head and examined his hands.

"In my current state... if we were to try to reunite her, not only would I be unable to explain the situation clearly, but it would also subject her to endless pursuit by the Hehuan Sect and the Dark Hall..."

Gu Yun had no choice but to smile helplessly and then pulled the straw hat on his head down even tighter.

He turned around and woke up Little Stone.

Gu Yun opened his palm, and in his palm was a wooden carving.

"Stone."

Gu Yun lowered her voice very much.

"Take this wooden carving and go to the street to find the sister who is wearing a pink dress and a gold lock. Then give the wooden carving to her."

Little Stone rubbed his eyes, looking a little dazed.

He took the wood carving and then said.

"Uncle, what should we do next?"

"Just listen. An old man told you that he introduced you to Sister Woodcarving, who would let you into the Zixu Sect, and promised to ensure your safety for the rest of your life."

Gu Yun stroked the stone's head.

He tried hard to suppress his reluctance to part.

Then push the stone out the back door of the inn.

He said, "Go."

Little Stone nodded slightly, not quite understanding, and carrying the wooden carving in his hand, he limped towards the bustling street.

Gu Yun did not follow them out.

He hid in the darkest corner on the second floor of the inn, peering out through a crack in the window and silently watching what was below.

On the street, Little Stone mustered his courage and squeezed forward through the crowd, gently tugging at Luo Ling'er's pink skirt with a hint of fear.

"elder sister……"

Luo Ling'er was staring blankly at the candied hawthorn in her hand.

Suddenly I was tugged.

She looked down and saw a little boy.

The boy was covered in dirt, and his feet were wrapped in bandages.

Luo Ling'er thought he was a little beggar.

He asked, "What can I do for you? Are you looking to buy some steamed buns?"

Luo Ling'er usually acts like a little witch in the sect, but she is kind at heart. She subconsciously wanted to take out the loose silver from her storage bag.

But Little Stone shook his head.

boom!

When Luo Ling'er saw the wooden carving in the child's hand, she froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

The string of candied hawthorns she was holding fell onto the bluestone slab with a "thud".

"This...this thing..."

Luo Ling'er reached out with trembling hands and snatched the wooden carving.

She suddenly looked up, her eyes instantly turning red, tears welling up in her eyes.

He quickly grabbed Little Stone's shoulders, his voice trembling violently, and asked, "Who is it? Who gave it to you? Where is he?"

The little stone was startled.

He stammered, "Yes... an old man gave it to me. He said... my sister should take me into the Zixu Sect..."

"Grandpa?!"

Luo Ling'er's body suddenly trembled.

She immediately stood up and, as if possessed, looked around at the crowded people.

"Grandpa! Is that you? Grandpa!"

She shouted loudly, her pink figure weaving anxiously through the crowd, her bloodshot eyes fixed on every elderly person passing by.

"Are you still alive? Why won't you come out and see Ling'er! You've deceived me! You're a complete liar!"

The mournful cries echoed along the long street, causing ordinary people to stop in their tracks and turn to look.

In the shadows on the second floor of the inn.

Gu Yun stood behind the window.

He looked at the little girl crying terribly in the crowd.

His rough, large hands gripped the window frame tightly.

Within the Purple Palace, joy and sorrow intertwine, and emotions rise and fall like the tides.

He could push open the window, jump down, and then call out to the girl to let her know that her grandfather is here.

But he can't.

He touched his face with his hand.

His face showed signs of middle age, without a single wrinkle.

It's better not to meet than to meet.

Luo Ling'er searched for about half an hour on the long street.

Her voice was hoarse from shouting, but she still couldn't find that familiar figure in the crowd.

She walked back towards the direction where the small stone was, her head hanging low and her eyes fixed on the wood carving, looking dazed.

A glistening tear gently fell onto the smiling face on the wooden carving.

"Could it be...?"

Luo Ling'er sniffed her red nose, looked at the bustling street with people coming and going, and let out a soft sigh.

"He's really gone... Could this be something he asked someone to give me before he died...?"

She gently placed the wooden carving against her heart, then reached out and took the little stone's hand in hers.

"Come on, let me take you home."

A large figure and a small figure slowly disappeared toward the gate of the Purple Void Sect.

Until that patch of pink completely disappeared from sight.

Gu Yuncai gradually loosened his grip on the shattered window frame.

He pulled his straw hat down even lower, completely obscuring his middle-aged face in shadow.

"Let's try a different way of living."

Gu Yun spoke softly, then jumped out of the back window of the inn, completely immersing himself in the bustling life of Zixu Town.

……

A thousand miles away from the Zixu Sect, there exists a bustling large market town called Luoxing.

Ordinary people and low-level rogue cultivators live together here.

At the end of West Street, a relatively secluded spot in the market, a new shop appeared about two weeks ago. The shop is called Lao Gu Wood Carving.

The shop owner was a burly man nearing forty.

He had long, silver-gray hair that was casually draped over his shoulders, and he was very robust.

He wore coarse linen clothes every day and sat on the doorstep.

He took a carving knife and began to carve the wood.

There was no sign of spiritual energy emanating from him; he appeared to be a quiet and ordinary craftsman.

On this day, Gu Yun strolled around the market as usual.

His divine sense, having been tempered by the Thirteen Pearls of the Purple Mansion, was in a very strong state, roughly equivalent to the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

He subtly used his divine sense to scan one stall after another.

Suddenly his gaze fell on the tattered cloth stall of a down-and-out rogue cultivator.

It was a pile of yellowed and incomplete talismans, with a piece of yellow paper tucked inside.

This yellow paper was covered in ancient black sludge, and its spiritual energy had been almost completely suppressed.

Gu Yun asked in his rough voice about the price of the discarded talisman, and pointed to it casually.

The rogue cultivator said, "Three low-grade spirit stones! These were excavated from the outer perimeter of that ancient cave."

Gu Yun threw out the spirit stone, placed the mud talisman in his pocket, and then turned and left.

When Gu Yun returned to the wood carving shop, he gently rubbed off the mud on the surface of the talisman, and immediately a very subtle spatial fluctuation appeared.

This is a small teleportation talisman, its eyes flashing with light.

Once this talisman is crushed, it can ignore most arrays and barriers below the Golden Core stage and randomly teleport to a place a hundred miles away.

You can exchange three low-grade spirit stones for a life.

He carefully kept the talisman close to his body.

However, the tranquility of his seclusion was soon disrupted.

As night fell, the firelight on the street appeared very high.

You can hear very pitiful cries.

Because the Hehuan Sect experienced a break in its presence in the Ghost Cry Forest, it began openly and forcibly abducting mortal boys and girls from the surrounding markets, using them as cauldrons and food for alchemy.

Gu Yun stayed behind the dim window in the wood carving shop and saw an ordinary mortal couple being murdered by disciples of the Hehuan Sect.