I have changed my destiny and become an unparalleled immortal.

"Dad? Why are you sweating?"

Gu Chengfeng looked at Gu Yun, whose face was turning pale and then red, and was completely baffled.

"What does that Sunset Fairy looking for her benefactor have to do with us? Didn't you say you were going to teach me how to unleash the power of the second level of the 'Nine Slashes of Prison Suppression'?"

"Practicing swordsmanship my ass! My backyard is about to catch fire!"

Gu Yun slapped Gu Chengfeng on the back of the head and hissed.

"Wind, listen. Go to the treasure vault right now and find me a mask, the more ordinary the better, it can't have any distinctive features!"

"Huh? What do you need a mask for?"

Gu Chengfeng covered his head.

"Stop talking nonsense! Go now!"

Gu Yun turned his head, looked in the direction of the mountain gate, took a deep breath, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

In less than half an incense stick's time, Gu Chengfeng rushed back from the depths of the treasure vault, clutching a pitch-black, faceless iron mask in his hand.

"Father, this is the mask used by our ancestors from the Cold Moon Palace. Not only that, I also managed to get you a black robe to cover your body!"

Gu Chengfeng, with his keen eye, handed the item over.

"You're quite clever, kid. I'll teach you the second level of the 'Nine Slashes of Prison Suppression' later!"

Gu Yun grabbed the mask and put it on his face.

The mask felt cool to the touch, and the moment it touched his face, it instantly absorbed his aura like a living skin. He shook out his wide black robe, completely covering his signature dark bronze muscles and striking silver-gray hair.

"Not enough."

In an instant, his original masculine, wild aura was completely distorted into a sinister coldness.

Even if his own son, Gu Chengfeng, stood in front of him now, he would never recognize him as his own father.

Gu Chengfeng swallowed hard and subconsciously took a half step back.

"Nonsense, we need to go all the way. Keep an eye on your mother. If she wakes up and asks about me, just say I went to the back mountain to catch some monsters for your sparring partners!"

Before he finished speaking, Gu Yun suddenly exerted force with his feet.

"boom!"

A white shockwave burst open in the air, and Gu Yun's figure, like a black lightning bolt, tore through the wind and snow, hurtling towards the gate of Hanyue Palace.

……

At this moment, outside the majestic ice-carved gate of the Cold Moon Palace, the atmosphere was subtly tense, as if a sword was about to be drawn.

A crimson gold flying boat hovered in mid-air, with the Golden Sun Sect's blazing sun flag fluttering on its hull. At the bow of the flying boat stood a woman dressed in a pale gold, belted long dress.

She had an extremely beautiful face, a dashing air about her, and exuded a powerful aura of someone in the early stages of the Golden Core realm.

This woman is none other than the renowned Sunset Fairy, Su Wanyin, who is famous throughout the Cangbei Spiritual Domain.

In the image above the flying boat, the eerie red butterfly mark between the eyebrows is clearly visible.

The dozen or so female disciples guarding the Cold Moon Palace stood ready. The leader of the deacons frowned. How could he not recognize the Grand Elder? But he dared not speak out of turn, since everyone knew about this matter and dared not interfere.

"Fairy Su, my Cold Moon Palace is a place of pure cultivation. You use the guise of paying homage to our sect, yet you hang such a... such a man's portrait so high outside our gates. What kind of decorum is this? Please put it away immediately!"

Su Wanyin bowed slightly. How could she not know? According to the news, this sect might have someone they were looking for, which was why they came in person.

"Please forgive me, Wan Yin had no intention of offending Han Yue Palace. It's just that Wan Yin has been searching for her benefactor for thirty-one years, refusing to give up even if it meant traversing the ends of the earth. Having heard that Senior Ice and Snow Sword Master is renowned throughout the Northern Region, Wan Yin has prepared a generous gift, only asking that Senior Sword Master allow this image to be posted within the territory of Han Yue Palace. If she can obtain assistance from Han Yue Palace's intelligence network, Wan Yin will be eternally grateful..."

Just as Su Wanyin finished speaking...

"presumptuous!"

A roar as powerful as the collapse of an ancient divine mountain resounded from the depths of the Cold Moon Palace!

The sound waves swept in like a tangible storm, instantly shattering the swirling snow into nothingness.

"Bang!"

The image suspended in mid-air was shattered into countless fragments by the violent sound waves!

"Who?!"

Su Wanyin's expression changed drastically, and her early-stage Golden Core spiritual power instantly flowed throughout her body.

But in the next instant, she felt a terrifying pressure descend from the sky.

A strange figure shrouded in a wide black robe and wearing an iron mask of no form.

Despite the absence of any magical energy fluctuations, the sheer weightlessness created by the physical body pressing against the air caused all the Golden Sun Sect disciples on the flying boat to feel a tightness in their chests, almost to the point of vomiting blood.

Gu Yun looked directly at Su Wanyin.

"How dare you, a place of secluded cultivation under the cold moon, display a man's portrait and shout like that? Are you trying to incite a bloody war between our two sects?"

Su Wanyin suppressed her anger, gritted her teeth, and clasped her hands in a fist salute, saying, "Senior, please calm down! Wanyin is not provoking you. The person in the painting is Wanyin's savior, who has given Wanyin a second life..."

"Shut up!"

Gu Yun interrupted her rudely, sneering repeatedly: "Are you talking about the person in that painting from earlier? Dark bronze body, silver hair, and a red butterfly mark?"

Su Wanyin's beautiful eyes lit up, and she asked eagerly, "Senior, have you seen him before?!"

"I've seen it, of course I've seen it."

Gu Yun rolled his eyes inwardly, but let out a sinister and terrifying laugh.

"I not only saw him, I also watched him die!"

"What?!"

Su Wanyin was struck dumb, her pretty face turning deathly pale instantly. She staggered back half a step, "Impossible... My benefactor achieved physical sainthood, he could even devour the heavenly tribulation, how could this be..."

"What's impossible?"

In order to completely sever this cause and effect, Gu Yun fabricated lies without batting an eye.

"That scoundrel practiced unorthodox physical techniques, attempting to defy fate. He was torn to shreds by a void storm in a spatial turbulence decades ago! Not even a single hair was left!"

"If you don't want to bring disaster upon your Golden Sun Sect, destroy that portrait of him completely right now! He made more than one enemy back then. Are you trying to kill yourself by making such a big fuss about finding him?"

As Gu Yun roared, the Terror Pearl within the Purple Mansion shone brightly.

A sense of dread that struck straight to the soul instantly enveloped the entire airship.

"No...I don't believe it..."

Su Wanyin's eyes were red-rimmed, and she bit her lower lip tightly. Even under such terrifying pressure, she still stubbornly raised her head.

"I want to see him alive or dead! Until there's confirmed news of my benefactor's death, I will search for him every single day!"

"Holy crap, why is this girl so stubborn?"

Gu Yun felt a chill run down his spine behind the mask.

Just as he was about to use brute force to kick the airship away like a football, tens of thousands of miles away.

Sudden.

"Buzz!"

A familiar divine sense swept over us quietly from the direction of the Supreme Heartless Peak!

"Oh no! Qianyan is awake!"

Gu Yun felt a chill run down his spine, and his heart nearly jumped out of his throat.

That divine sense was spreading towards the mountain gate at an extremely fast speed!

If she were to spot this flying boat bearing the banner of the Golden Sun Sect and then see Su Wanyin... then the life-threatening question she had managed to gloss over last night would immediately turn into a death sentence!

Gu Yun no longer cared about maintaining the demeanor of a senior expert.

He suddenly kicked out from mid-air!

"Boom!"

The raging gale transformed into a tangible wall of air, slamming violently into the defensive shield of the Golden Sun Sect's Cloud Piercing Flying Boat.

A deafeningly loud bang was heard.

The enormous airship didn't even have time to adjust its posture. Like a leaf caught in a gale, it was kicked away amidst the exclamations of Su Wanyin and the others, turning into a small black dot on the horizon in the blink of an eye.

"call..."

Having kicked away the source of the trouble, Gu Yun didn't dare to waste a single second.

He suddenly plunged downwards, skimming the snow-covered ground, and using his extreme physical speed, he slipped back to the Supreme Heartless Peak in a blur just before Mo Qianyan's divine sense completely covered the mountain gate.

……

"Whoosh!"

The back window of the sleeping quarters was quietly pushed open.

Gu Yun tore off his black robe and faceless mask with the fastest speed he had ever done, and casually stuffed them into his storage ring.

Then, before he could even catch his breath, he bare-chested, slipped into the still-warm quilt, and casually embraced the beauty on the bed.

Almost at the same time, Mo Qianyan's long eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her clear, starry eyes.

She lazily turned over, looking at Gu Yun, who was so close to her, breathing steadily, and her eyes softened.

"Just now... there seemed to be fluctuations of spiritual energy outside the mountain gate?"

Mo Qianyan's voice was still a little hoarse from just waking up as she gently placed her delicate hand on Gu Yun's firm chest.

Gu Yun remained calm and composed, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead, yawning, and pretending to be half-asleep.

"Really? That brat Feng'er's probably just smashing rocks with his black sword in the back hills again. It's so early in the morning, let's ignore him and sleep a little longer..."

Mo Qianyan had no suspicions and simply assumed it was a hallucination in her sleep.

She obediently buried her face in Gu Yun's arms, a relieved smile on her lips, and closed her eyes again.

Listening to his wife's breathing gradually become steady in his arms, Gu Yun secretly wiped away a long bead of cold sweat.

"At least we've managed to temporarily smooth things over with this damning karmic situation..."

Gu Yun made a silent vow in his heart.

"I'd rather die than ever try to turn back time again!"

The Golden Sun Sect's Cloud Piercing Flying Boat barely managed to stabilize its formation.

On the deck, a group of Golden Sun Sect disciples lay sprawled about, their faces deathly pale.

Su Wanyin gripped the gunwale tightly with her bare hands, her knuckles turning slightly white.

She gazed in the direction of the Cold Moon Palace, her chest heaving violently. On her beautiful and refined face, besides shock, there was now a deep sense of suspicion.

"wrong..."

Su Wanyin muttered to herself, her delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly.

She recalled the bizarre scene that had just occurred.

That black-robed demonic cultivator wearing the Faceless Mask appeared at the perfect moment, had a terrible temper, and his reaction was... far too extreme!

Even if our benefactor had enemies all over the world back then, is it worth it for a passing demonic cultivator to get so angry, even at the cost of offending the Golden Sun Sect, to kick them away?

More importantly, that kick!

Su Wanyin closed her eyes, carefully recalling the force that had just struck the flying boat formation.

"There was not a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation, no flow of laws... it was pure, ultimate physical power!"

Su Wanyin suddenly opened her eyes, a glint of disbelief flashing in them.

"Looking across the entire Cangbei Spiritual Domain, how many people can kick a Golden Core stage defensive flying boat away with just their bare body?"

Thirty-one years ago in Sunset Swamp, the dark bronze figure that tore apart heavenly lightning and forcefully drained the Devouring Toad was gradually merging with the domineering kick of the black-robed demonic cultivator from just now...

"Could it be...?"

Su Wanyin's heart pounded wildly as a daring idea began to sprout in her mind.

To verify her suspicions, Su Wanyin immediately ordered the flying boat to land in a bustling market town on the edge of the Cold Moon Palace's territory.

She changed into an inconspicuous cultivator's cloak, concealed the pressure of her golden core, and walked straight into the teahouse in the market that had the best sources of information.

She stopped several rogue cultivators and directly handed over a bag of high-grade spirit stones.

"Fellow Daoists, I'd like to inquire about someone. Have any of you seen the person in the portrait around here?"

The rogue cultivators, who had initially been fascinated by the spirit stones, turned pale as if they had seen a ghost when they saw the portrait. They retreated in fear and didn't even dare to touch the spirit stones on the table.

"Fairy...Fairy, please don't ask! We don't want these spirit stones!"

An older, unaffiliated cultivator lowered his voice, looking around like a thief, his voice trembling like a leaf.

"The person you're looking for... we do know where they are, but even if you gave us a thousand lives, we wouldn't dare say!"

Su Wanyin's gaze sharpened: "Why don't you dare to speak? Are you afraid that person will kill you?"

"Afraid of him? Oh my goodness!"

Another young rogue cultivator, with a mournful face, pointed to the towering, cloud-piercing Supreme Heartless Peak of the Cold Moon Palace and said in a low voice.

"That man may have a bad temper, but he's generally reasonable. What we're really afraid of is the woman beside him!"

"woman?"

Su Wanyin was taken aback.

"you do not say!"

The old rogue cultivator swallowed hard and muttered to himself.

"That gentleman is the apple of our Ice and Snow Sword Master's eye! Back then, the Sword Master almost wiped out the Heavenly Evolution Sect for his sake! The benefactor you're looking for... is that one from the Cold Moon Palace! You're posting his portrait at his gate, isn't that like stealing meat from a tigress in front of her? The Sword Master didn't chop you down with a single sword strike, that's already showing mercy!"