"Father, why are you stopping me from teaching him a lesson?"
Above the clouds, the Golden Ancient Prince was enraged upon hearing Li Beifei's words. It turned out he had been carrying the blame for Li Beifei for a thousand years, constantly troubled by the Ziwei Holy Son, which had become unbearable.
Moreover, during their initial meeting, Li Beifei had tricked him into believing he was "Bai Yifei." After the truth came out, his prestige among the ancient princes and princesses plummeted, only slightly better than the Golden Peng Ancient Prince, who had become a human mount.
As the son of the Golden Ancient Emperor, a noble ancient emperor's son, he had never suffered such humiliation. For a thousand years, he had sought to settle the score with Li Beifei, but Li Beifei disappeared after entering the Ancient Starry Road, leading him to believe Li Beifei had fallen.
It wasn't until decades ago, when Li Beifei's victory over Aotian and his subsequent title of Sword Immortal spread throughout the Ancient Starry Road, that he learned Li Beifei was still alive.
At that time, he was also on the Ancient Star of Celestial Pool, but after watching the battle between the Sun Holy Body and the mysterious masked man, he went into seclusion. He even missed the opportunity in Celestial Pool Holy City, and by the time he emerged, Li Beifei had already left.
Now they had met again, and he had personally witnessed and heard Li Beifei reveal the truth of what happened. Enraged, he planned to crush him with a golden avenue.
But just as he was about to act, his father, the Golden Ancient Emperor, stopped him.
He was puzzled and didn't understand why his father would prevent him from seeking revenge.
"You can't beat him!" the Golden Ancient Emperor said.
"..."
"Don't you always tell me that cultivation is defying the heavens? Besides, how do you know I can't beat him if I haven't tried?" the Golden Ancient Prince retorted stubbornly.
"You really can't beat him," the Golden Ancient Emperor said seriously.
"Are you really my father? Why are you belittling your own son like this?" the Golden Ancient Prince said speechlessly.
"Do you know who his master is?" the Golden Ancient Emperor asked.
"Who? Don't tell me he's the Holy Emperor's disciple?" the Golden Ancient Prince said dismissively.
The Golden Ancient Prince refused to believe that a sly person like Li Beifei could become the Holy Emperor's disciple. How could someone who borrowed other people's names and even impersonated others be qualified to become the Holy Emperor's disciple?
"If someone like him could become the Holy Emperor's disciple, then I..."
The Golden Ancient Prince thought fiercely, but before he could finish his thought, the Golden Ancient Emperor interrupted him.
"You guessed right, his master is the Holy Emperor," the Golden Ancient Emperor said.
"How could it be..."
The Golden Ancient Prince's face froze, and then filled with disbelief.
At this moment, he finally understood the meaning of teaching all without discrimination...
But after learning this news, he felt even worse, ten thousand times worse than not being able to take revenge!
Meanwhile, Li Beifei was also a little dumbfounded. It wasn't that he was afraid of the Taisu Holy Son and the Ziwei Holy Son, but he was afraid of damaging his reputation. His reputation had already been ruined on the Tianhuang Star when he was young, and now he was going to experience it again?
"Ahem, fellow Daoists, why not come up and have a chat? Perhaps there's some misunderstanding," Li Beifei invited, wanting to invite them onto the Jutian Warship. As soon as they stepped onto the Jutian Warship, he would activate the warship's peerless formation and suppress them, preventing them from spreading rumors.
Those unfamiliar with Li Beifei might fall for it, as an invitation from the Sword Immortal was a great honor. But the Taisu Holy Son and the Ziwei Holy Son knew Li Laoliu too well. Ambushing people in the Tianduan Mountain was commonplace for him, and even the Yaochi Holy Maiden had almost fallen for his tricks.
Naturally, they wouldn't be fooled.
"There's no misunderstanding!" the Taisu Holy Son sneered.
The Ziwei Holy Son also looked at Li Beifei with cold eyes, but soon, his gaze retracted. He simply snorted and left.
"Ziwei Holy Son, you..."
The Taisu Holy Son looked at the Ziwei Holy Son with some confusion.
Li Beifei's eyes were also filled with astonishment.
"Ziwei Holy Son, are you afraid?" the Taisu Holy Son asked loudly.
The Ziwei Holy Son's figure paused, and without turning his head, a voice came.
"I'm afraid!"
The Taisu Holy Son's tone stagnated. He had originally only wanted to provoke the Ziwei Holy Son, but he didn't expect the Ziwei Holy Son to admit that he was afraid.
"Ziwei Holy Son, you are the only Holy Son of the Ziwei Holy Land. Are you not afraid of damaging the Ziwei Holy Land's reputation with your cowardice?" the Taisu Holy Son's voice was calm, but it was like an invisible knife stabbing into the Ziwei Holy Son's heart.
The Ziwei Holy Son was silent for a while, then said, "Only by living can I have hope of rebuilding my sect!"
After speaking, the Ziwei Holy Son glanced at the Illusory Sea, and then left without hesitation.
On the warship, Lu Chengfeng looked at the Ziwei Holy Son and said, "In his heart, there is something more important than hatred and opportunity. This thing makes him extremely cherish his life."
Li Beifei suddenly understood. He looked at the Ziwei Holy Son's departing figure. He had felt that the Ziwei Holy Son had changed before, and now he finally understood why the Ziwei Holy Son had changed.
The Ziwei Holy Land had been erased from the world, and the others had been exiled and dispersed to the edge of the universe, unable to identify themselves as disciples of the Ziwei Holy Land. Only the Ziwei Holy Son was unaffected.
He was the last successor of the Ziwei Holy Land, and he had to live in order to re-establish the sect.
"Coward!"
The Taisu Holy Son snorted, and then prepared to attack Li Beifei.
Seeing this, Li Beifei also prepared to meet the Taisu Holy Son's attack. Judging from the previous exchange, the Taisu Holy Son's strength was not to be underestimated, and was several times stronger than Han Mo and the others.
"Rumble!"
At this moment, a strange sound came from within the Illusory Sea. The sky suddenly appeared with colorful and dazzling lights, and auspicious rays of light sprayed out from the mysterious Illusory Sea, with fairy figures dancing in the rays, which was very beautiful!
"Fairy, I saw a fairy!"
"Nonsense, it's clearly a strong person fighting, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to split."
"No, I saw gods and Buddhas all over the sky, chanting scriptures, like a world of ultimate bliss!"
...
Different people saw different scenes from the rays of light, but each scene was incomparably magnificent and not of mortals.
"What did you see?" Li Beifei asked.
"A knife!" Lu Chengfeng said lightly.
"I saw you standing on the pinnacle of the Great Dao!" Liu Yanran said adoringly.
"I... I..." Liu Yuran was a little embarrassed.
"What's wrong?" Li Beifei asked.
"I saw... you standing naked in front of me..." Liu Yuran said softly, then lowered her head shyly.
"What are you thinking about all day long, you girl? No wonder your cultivation progress is so slow," Li Beifei said with an embarrassed expression.
Lu Chengfeng was already used to Liu Yuran's magical brain circuits and was not surprised.
"Second Senior Brother, what about you?" Lu Chengfeng said.
"Me?"
Li Beifei shook his head, thinking he was very dashing, and said, "I saw the day when my Sword Dao was completed, and some old guy was kneeling in front of me singing 'Conquer'."
"It seems that the Illusory Sea's illusion ability is very powerful!" Lu Chengfeng said.
"Yes! Yes!" Liu Yanran also nodded.
"It's a pity it's just an illusion!" Liu Yuran said with a flushed face.
"..." Li Beifei.
How much he wished this wasn't an illusion!
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