Chapter 1161: Immortal Temple

Absolutely monstrous! They had just made peace, and now they were reneging again, threatening to kill everyone present. Such extreme tyranny and unreasonableness!

This was the Six-Eared Macaque's home territory, their family's arena. Who were these three youths, and where had they come from? Everyone felt a shiver down their spine.

"Forget it, we're not unreasonable people," Old Gu sighed, waving his hand. "This time, the fault isn't theirs."

"You call that reasonable?" Many people were speechless. Xu Kun was so enraged his nose nearly twisted out of shape, as they had just turned hostile in an instant, threatening to kill.

Nevertheless, this declaration finally put many people at ease, calming their fears and nervousness as if they had just heard celestial music.

Otherwise, the group of burly men behind the three youths, who were like a terrifying gang of ruffian Divine Kings, truly instilled fear. Each wore cold armor beneath expensive formal robes, carrying crimson greatswords and dripping bludgeons. It was obvious they had just returned from a battlefield, their bloodlust still intense.

At the same time, some Divine Kings maintained a refined and cultured demeanor, always smiling. However, they could transform at any moment. Just a moment ago, a smiling Divine King instantly burst out of his formal robes, transforming into a ferocious beast with scales as cold as steel, radiating overwhelming malevolence!

Naturally, some remained unchanged, like the Divine King of the Primordial Oxen clan, who swayed his rough bull horns, sported a slicked-back hairstyle, and chewed on a cigar. He was utterly like an old ruffian, flamboyant and ill-tempered, constantly blowing smoke rings directly into people's faces. He had been provocative from the very beginning, never changing, always consistent.

"What kind of people are these?!" The distinguished guests present were speechless. This was truly a group of powerful figures not to be provoked.

"Since it's a misunderstanding, then it's nothing." Xu Kun was so enraged his nose nearly twisted out of shape, but he could only hold back his frustration. He genuinely didn't want to resist this group to the bitter end; it was clear they were all scoundrels and not to be trifled with.

"The misunderstanding has been resolved, please come this way," Mihong said. However, he was deeply displeased. Why should the Six-Eared Macaque clan ever fear anyone? They had always fought until starscapes shattered and chaos crumbled, their innate bloodline invincible, yet today they were forced to swallow their pride.

Of course, he also regarded this as a form of cultivation. His clan's temper was too volatile, and if they could refrain from losing their temper in certain situations, it would be a refinement of their character.

"Please!" Old Gu also nodded, now appearing very reasonable and refined as he gestured to Mihong and Xu Kun.

Everyone present was speechless, because what they witnessed next was the two parties conversing happily, as if they were old friends who had met too late, chatting animatedly.

The Supreme Banquet Hall was an open-plan cave mansion. From outside, one could see beautiful mountains rising one after another, shrouded in vital energy with clouds and mist, as well as pavilions, golden waterfalls, and silver springs, creating a truly magnificent sight.

Yet all these beautiful scenes were contained within a single grand building, truly transcendent, holding its own internal universe and unique wonders, beyond the imagination of ordinary evolutionaries.

Though seemingly just one building, many of its rooms were distinct and independent cave mansions.

Chen Yu, Liu Yun, and the others were nervous and apprehensive. It was astonishing that the three youths they had initially provoked had entered the Supreme Hall, even being accompanied by Mihong, the master of this place.

They secretly regretted their actions, wishing they hadn't interfered. Their momentary arrogance, mocking the "country bumpkins" they encountered on the road, had actually provoked such powerful figures, which was truly terrifying. They feared Old Gu and the others would settle accounts later.

"Since Brother Gu said that gladiator resembles your deceased offspring, I will have him brought here and transferred to you. Please don't be overly grieved."

Xu Kun spoke at the opportune moment, proposing to give Yuanmo to Old Gu and his two companions. He said it with clear reluctance; it was truly rare for him to have to humble himself like this.

Old Gu and Chu Feng both smiled. This Xu Kun was certainly skilled in social graces; his declaration made them feel comfortable.

However, only they knew their true feelings. Whether Xu Kun and Mihong were actually comfortable was hard to say.

Not long after, Yuanmo was brought in, his iron cage moved into the banquet hall with him. His hands and feet were bound by thick, special metal chains; he was clearly restrained.

"Yuanmo, you are merely a lowly slave from the Lesser Netherworld. In these battles, you would sooner or later bleed out and die in an iron cage. But today, you have met noble benefactors who greatly appreciate you. We wish to help you, so we will grant you freedom by transferring you."

Mihong spoke; though his temper was not good, he could still manage some polite remarks for appearances.

However, these words displeased Chu Feng and Dong Dahu. Calling someone a 'lowly slave from the Lesser Netherworld' was despicable, making them secretly furious.

However, upon careful consideration, it was better not to create further complications. It would be good enough if they could rescue Yuanmo gently, without resorting to a bloody battle.

Of course, this was their wishful thinking. Mihong and Xu Kun, however, found nothing gentle about what transpired at the banquet. In their eyes, this was a gang of hooligans, and these Divine Kings were utterly despicable—truly, like master, like servant.

"No, I accept the suggestion to be transferred to someone else!"

Yuanmo's sudden declaration shattered the friendly atmosphere, startling everyone. They were confused: this was a rare opportunity to escape slavery, yet he refused?

Had he been kicked in the head by a primordial donkey?

"Do you know what you're saying?!" Xu Kun said coldly. While he was graceful, transcendent, and refined towards others, he was utterly ruthless and chillingly grim-faced when confronting a slave.

"Of course I know what I'm saying!" Yuanmo's attitude remained firm, refusing to obey the will of the gladiator arena's shareholder.

"Oh, my son, it's as if I see your rebellious youth again, just as it was. Is this your reincarnated self?" Old Gu said emotionally, tears on his face, his hands trembling.

Even Chu Feng and Dong Dahu were bewildered. Was Old Gu merely faking it, or had he truly evoked sad memories?

"Truly, I did have a son, exceptionally talented, rebellious, and wild. Our parting in prehistoric times became eternal. Since the number one beauty I pursued reincarnated in the Lesser Netherworld, then it's possible my child from that same era could also be reborn in that nether land!"

Old Gu said this, of course, communicating with them secretly through divine sense, ensuring no one else could hear.

Dong Dahu said, "Old Gu, you're something else. You already have a child, yet you pursued the number one beauty in the Yang Realm, even escalating to kidnapping and forcible snatching. You truly are a shameless old man!"

"What do you know?" Old Gu retorted. "When you become a king or an ancestor, you can't *not* marry, even if you don't want to. All the clans proactively seek marriage alliances with you. Refusing simply means offending people; what choice do I have!"

"Do you want to die?" At that moment, Xu Kun said grimly to Yuanmo.

Yuanmo, neither humble nor arrogant, declared, "I am not a slave. I am merely temporarily residing in the Wilderness Arena for cultivation. Here is a letter; see for yourselves!"

As he opened his mouth, with a whoosh, a letter flew out and landed on the tabletop.

"Hmm, a disciple of the Undying Temple?!" Xu Kun was greatly startled. This truly surprised him; the so-called slave had deliberately resided in the Wilderness Arena to temper himself through live combat.

Everyone gasped upon hearing this. The 'Undying Temple' was indeed extremely famous, a power that dared to challenge the 'Inherited Martial Hall' lineage in Qingzhou.

The Inherited Martial Hall in Qingzhou was Heavenly Venerate Taiwu's Daoist site. He had powerful backers behind him, and it was rumored that he was the Martial Lunatic's grand-disciple. This lineage was terrifying.

The Heavenly Venerate of the Undying Temple was Taiwu's mortal enemy, a lifelong nemesis. They had fought since their youth, both becoming Heavenly Venerates, yet neither could ever destroy the other. This alone spoke volumes about the terrifying power of the Undying Temple.

To dare to fight to the death against the Martial Lunatic's grand-disciple, having battled since their youth into this era, clearly indicated they possessed formidable confidence.

"This... Brother Gu, what do you think?" Xu Kun looked at Old Gu, feeling a bit awkward. The Wilderness Arena was unwilling to provoke the Undying Temple.

"A gentleman facilitates others' achievements; how could I possibly force someone against their will? Young man, you truly resemble my deceased child. Seeing you, I can't help but shed tears. My heroic spirit falters. I wish I could reverse time and go back to save you, *sob*..."

Old Gu burst into tears, which struck people as bizarre. He looked like he hadn't even fully matured, appearing only twelve or thirteen, yet he spoke with such a sorrowful and world-weary tone.

Yuanmo was utterly disgusted!

"Don't think I'm taking advantage of you. I'm actually practicing an immortality technique, and I rejuvenate every once in a while. In fact, I am very old. Come, child, our meeting is destiny; I'll give you a meditation diagram that can aid you in your cultivation!"

Old Gu took out a diagram from his murky-black bracelet. It was surprisingly dynamic: chaotic green lotuses swayed within it, not static, their three leaves symbolizing the creation of all things, rustling softly. Around the lotus pond, heaven-and-earth spiritual roots and various primordial divine demons appeared, as if one had returned to the era of creation.

He didn't allow Yuanmo to refuse and simply forced it upon him.

"I hope that if we meet again, you can call me uncle!" Old Gu said with a smile.

Secretly, Dong Dahu nearly cursed Old Gu out, saying he was unkind for never having given him a painting despite knowing him for so long. And now, by giving Yuanmo a meditation diagram, he was clearly trying to take advantage of them and lower their seniority.

"Alas," Old Gu continued, "I genuinely feel he resembles my child, which is why I gave him an ancient diagram. If you want one, I'll give you one too. Back then, my elder brother, on a whim, learned painting from a celestial fairy. Inspired, he personally drew a diagram of the Exotic Wild Tiger. His brushstrokes contained the rhythm of the Great Dao; they are priceless. I collected one!"

"Meditate on the Exotic Wild Tiger?" Dong Dahu trembled with excitement.

The disturbance was resolved just like that. Yuanmo was carried away in his iron cage, taking the painting with him. This outcome surprised everyone.

At this moment, people felt great awe towards Old Gu, Chu Feng, and Dong Dahu, sensing that these three had immensely powerful backgrounds.

Few could accompany guests in the Supreme Hall, but there were certainly Sub-Immortal clans residing in this state. Ying Zhexian was present, occasionally looking at Chu Feng, and she couldn't shake a sense of familiarity. It was an instinctive intuition, as if every word and action of this youth was something she had witnessed just yesterday.

Meanwhile, the news caused a sensation when it spread to the outside world.

In Mingzhou, three mysterious youths appeared at the Wilderness Arena, escorted by sixty to seventy Divine Kings. This news was truly explosive.

Even if the young heir of the Heng clan traveled, it wouldn't be this outrageous, would it?

Best-selling periodicals everywhere published news, and many platforms released the latest photos and reports, sparking excitement across all regions.

This news attracted countless people's attention, promising to cause a major stir!