"Rumble—"

Chaotic Qi tumbled, covering tens of thousands of miles, like the raging waves of an angry sea.

At the edge of this Chaotic Sea, earth, water, fire, and wind were rampant, twisting and eroding everything tangible and intangible, causing this heaven and earth to continuously break apart.

For Yu Yuan, this Chaotic Sea filled with the aura of destruction was undoubtedly a sacred ground for cultivation.

Although he stood in the midst of the Chaotic Sea, the Qingping Sword suspended around him emitted a faint clear light, repelling the Chaotic Qi.

No force could approach within a hundred miles of him.

Thus, he remained completely unharmed.

As a peak Daluo Golden Immortal, Golden Spirit Saint Mother naturally had ways to resist the invasion of Chaotic Qi.

At this moment, she was holding the miniaturized Four Symbols Tower in her delicate pale hand, carefully examining the cracked damage of this supreme Spiritual Treasure.

The Bronze Pagoda had been heavily damaged under the murderous assault of the Kunpeng Ancestor, but its core remained intact. It only needed to absorb the Life Essence of Heaven and Earth to repair itself.

After looking twice and confirming that the Four Symbols Tower was not seriously damaged, Golden Spirit Saint Mother turned her head to look at the Chaos Bell, still undergoing repairs, frowned slightly, and said to Yu Yuan, "You stay here to guard the Chaos Bell, I will go assist your masters. If there is any danger, make sure to call me in time with the Sound Transmission Treasure Pearl!"

Having said that, she summoned the Seven Fragrant Treasure Car, preparing to leave.

However, just after taking a couple of steps, the Seven Fragrant Car stopped again, and from within came the cold voice of Golden Spirit Saint Mother: "After the Chaos Bell has been repaired, don't run around anymore, I want to talk to you."

"Understood!"

Yu Yuan responded crisply.

Inside the Seven Fragrant Car, Golden Spirit Saint Mother's eyebrows slightly furrowed.

With her understanding of this disciple, the more crisp and straightforward his agreement, the more likely he was merely glossing things over.

With this thought, she peered through the curtain at Yu Yuan with a deep gaze filled with a strong warning before driving the Seven Fragrant Treasure Car away hastily.

Yu Yuan naturally understood the warning in her eyes.

But he didn't take it very seriously.

In his view, what Golden Spirit Saint Mother wanted to discuss was nothing more than the incidents related to his time and space travel.

Since his identity as a "Great Witch" had been exposed, Yu Yuan had nothing to conceal, and telling her everything was no big deal.

After Golden Spirit Saint Mother left, Yu Yuan wasn't idle.

He dug through the vast expanse of white Chaotic Qi, quickly uncovering a huge wing covered with soft golden feathers, seemingly cast from gold.

Though the wing was curled up, it was tens of thousands of miles long, resembling a golden Heavenly Curtain.

The only pity was that the wing had no feathers, only relatively smaller golden feathers, which were softer and warmer.

Compared to those hard and sharp feathers, these golden feathers were clearly inferior.

However, these Kunpeng feathers, unharmed by the erosion of Chaotic Qi, were proof that they were also excellent materials for artifact refining.

No need to say more; they were very suitable for refining a Daoist robe.

Truly, as a Quasi-Saint, he was a treasure all over!

Yu Yuan admired inwardly while using his Divine Skills to shrink the Kunpeng wing before beginning to pluck feathers.

One by one, the golden feathers drifted down like golden leaves.

To Yu Yuan's surprise, the roots of these golden feathers showed a profound ink color, slightly resembling semi-transparent scales.

Clearly, these golden feathers could freely transform between Kunpeng scale and feather.

Yu Yuan also noticed the dual powers present within these feathers – one extremely yang and hard, and the other extremely yin and soft.

Yin and Yang together, impervious to water and fire.

These Kunpeng feathers were indeed supreme materials for refining Vestment robes!

Yu Yuan praised in his heart and summoned the Glazed Bottle.

Thus, the swirling Kunpeng scale-feathers were completely sucked into the Glazed Bottle.

In the blink of an eye, the wing, originally like it was cast from gold, became bare, looking nothing more than a giant chicken wing.

"Roast chicken wings, my favorite~~~"

Yu Yuan hummed as he took out a pure bottle from the Ruyi Qiankun Bag, poured out Spiritual Spring water to rinse the Kunpeng wing, and then breathed out Samadhi True Fire from his mouth.

However, even without the protection of golden feathers, the Kunpeng flesh wasn't something that Samadhi True Fire could roast.

After a brief contemplation, Yu Yuan took out the Bronze Pagoda.

Inside this Bronze Pagoda still remained the Green Fire Demon Thunder from the Kunpeng Ancestor, which he now released, immediately charring a portion of the Kunpeng wing.

Yu Yuan then controlled the Bronze Pagoda to slightly contain the force, releasing just the right amount of Green Fire Demon Thunder, capable of roasting the Kunpeng wing without burning it.

Through his efforts, the Kunpeng wing soon sizzled and released a rich fragrance.

He reached into the Qiankun Ruyi Bag with his hand and took out a pile of homemade condiment bottles, all spices he had discovered while traversing the Primordial lands.

The varieties were complete, the flavors diverse.

However, after a thought, he returned those bottles and jars, keeping only honey, volcanic salt, etc., for simple seasoning of the Kunpeng wing.

After all, high-end ingredients often only need the simplest cooking methods to maximize their deliciousness.

In all Primordial, was there any ingredient more high-end than this Kunpeng wing?

Soon, the Kunpeng wing was almost roasted.

Richly fragrant, oozing grease.

Yu Yuan glanced at the Qingping Sword floating near him and respectfully said, "Please, Master, try this!"

"Hmm?"

A slight sound of surprise came from the Qingping Sword, as if the Sect Hierarch was previously busy with something else and only now noticed Yu Yuan's actions, speaking in a very displeased tone: "Nonsense!"

He is a Saint!

It's one thing to cut off a wing of Kunpeng Ancestor, but to roast and eat it might lead others to think he did it out of greed!

How could he face anyone after that?

Undeterred, Yu Yuan personally sliced through the air and cut off the tenderest part of the wing, wrapping it in mana and presenting it in front of the Qingping Sword.

"Try it, the secret recipe of this Kunpeng wing is unique, and if you don't taste it now, you might never get another chance."

Whether it was Yu Yuan's persuasion or the irresistibly shiny and fragrant Kunpeng wing, the Qingping Sword slightly trembled, and the wing disappeared into thin air.

Seeing this, Yu Yuan chuckled "hehe" and took a slice of tender meat for himself.

The meat of Kunpeng was indeed richly fragrant and filled with terrifying life essence and qi-blood essence, but just one bite caused the information panel in front of Yu Yuan's eyes to start flickering.

However, it wasn't increasing, but rapidly decreasing.

Alas, such deliciousness yet he cannot indulge...he must restrain himself and merely sample the flavor.

Life is too hard!

...

Beiming.

The one-armed Kunpeng Ancestor, with unrivaled speed in the Primordial, hurriedly fled back to the Beiming Abyss, entered his Grotto Heaven, and dove straight into his Tao Palace.

Recalling the strike just now, even though he was reluctant at heart, he couldn't muster the courage to face the Qingping Sword again.

"Jie Sect... Curse it!"

Kunpeng Ancestor roared furiously, causing the young Taoists serving in the palace to go pale.

"Get out!"

Kunpeng Ancestor hollered irritably.

The little Taoist hastily bowed and curled up, swiftly rolling out of the Tao Palace.

At this time, many demon gods of the Beiming lineage sensed his return and cast curious and inquiring divine thoughts towards him.

Kunpeng Ancestor ignored them and secluded his Tao Palace, leaving the Beiming demon gods astonished.

It took quite some time for Kunpeng Ancestor to forcibly regain his calm and cast aside all emotional turmoil within his heart.

Then, with a slight stir of his mind, he attempted to call back the wing that had been severed.

Although he could instantly regenerate a new wing, the old one had scales and feathers that had been nourished over ages and turned into a vestment robe with a defense rivaling top-grade spiritual treasures.

However, no matter how strong the defense, it proved no better than paper in front of the Qingping Sword.

Now with his vestment robe damaged, simply regenerating a new wing wouldn't fix it; only by recalling that wing lost in the Chaotic Qi could he repair his robe.

But when Kunpeng Ancestor activated his Primordial Spirit to sense it, he immediately felt an intense pain as if his wing was being roasted over fire and struck by lightning.

Kunpeng Ancestor widened his eyes, realizing his wing had been plucked bare and was roasted to a near-done state with Green Fire Demon Thunder!

"Damn that Yu Yuan!"

"I'll tear him to pieces!"

Kunpeng Ancestor had never loathed someone so deeply.

Having his spiritual treasures stolen twice, his feathers plucked twice, and now even roasting his wing!

His patience was exhausted!

At this moment, he wished he could rush back and devour Yu Yuan alive, even if it meant infuriating the Saint and being exiled from the Three Realms forever, left only able to survive by fleeing to the Outer Heaven Chaos...

However, aside from sensing Yu Yuan, he also sensed that Qingping Sword.

At that thought, Kunpeng Ancestor felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, instantly calming down.

He briefly pondered, then regenerated a new arm and did a simple repair on his vestment robe.

Having lost part of the Kunpeng scale feathers, his robe now had a clear flaw.

This simple repair was only for concealing purposes and couldn't fully restore his vestment robe to its original state.

After finishing, he looked up and spoke slowly, "Fellow Daoist, do you have any spare time? Regarding the matter you mentioned last time, I have made a decision!"

As he spoke, without any visible movement, his words formed golden characters in the air, then slowly dissipated as specks of gold.

Moments later, a painting scroll about ten feet tall and a foot thick appeared out of thin air in the grand hall, then slowly unrolled to reveal a magnificent painting.

A graceful young man stepped out from the painting, smiled, and greeted Kunpeng Ancestor: "Fellow Daoist, long time no—oh, Fellow Daoist, what has happened?"

Kunpeng Ancestor glanced at Mr. Bai and said angrily, "I've agreed to the matter you spoke of last time! But I have one condition… kill that Yu Yuan from Jie Sect!"

Mr. Bai looked surprised at Kunpeng Ancestor, and without asking, he already knew what had happened.

After a moment, he shook his head slightly and sighed, "To think that even you took action and still couldn't retrieve the Chaos Bell Fragments... Well, let's not talk about this. Fellow Daoist, you are currently overwhelmed by anger, and I dare not fully trust what you say. Let me return and carefully consider it before making a decision."

Kunpeng Ancestor asked angrily, "What do you mean by that?"

Mr. Bai spoke slowly, "Nothing else, just that since even your Beiming Palace was taken, the conditions we previously discussed also need to be changed."

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