Of course, Hu Yifei wasn't expelled from his sect, but he didn't let go of the source crystal pouch either. He seized it with lightning speed while Old Su wasn't paying attention, his movements as smooth as flowing water, suggesting he'd done this sort of petty theft more than once.
However, when he returned to his residence and opened the source crystal pouch to see how many immortal sources there were, he was almost angered to death by the few low-grade source crystals in front of him.
"Damn it, Old Su, you're a disgrace to teachers! You told me to leave and even made me say I wasn't your disciple, and then you just give me a few low-grade source crystals to get rid of me? This isn't even enough to give to a beggar..."
For a time, the entire Azure Peak was filled with Hu Yifei's resentful words, and these words didn't even repeat.
Old Su seemed to be used to Hu Yifei like this, calmly catching bugs in his own small yard's vegetable garden.
He had already seen through it. His life was already over. No matter how he secluded himself and cultivated, it would be difficult to break through the shackles of a True Immortal. So, cultivation was impossible. It was better to plant vegetables and catch bugs, placing his future on this brat Hu Yifei.
This brat's talent couldn't be considered much, not even as good as his previous senior brothers and sisters. In addition, he started halfway through. When he found this kid, he was already over forty years old, missing the best age for foundation establishment. It took countless resources to get him to catch up with other people of the same age.
However, this kid had very strong luck. He was initially attracted by the luck on him.
Have you ever seen the luck of a forty-year-old mortal bachelor being stronger than his, a True Immortal?
The first time he met this kid, he was also astonished and immediately accepted him as a disciple, and also a closed-door disciple. Such luck was more monstrous than a demon.
Even on Immortal King Yuehua, he hadn't encountered such strong luck.
Until he met Yao Xian more than ten years ago, the luck on her was like a great sun, enough to illuminate the heavens and myriad realms. Hu Yifei, in front of her, couldn't even be called a speck of light.
And since he brought Yao Xian back to the Moonflower Holy Land, the luck of the Moonflower Holy Land suddenly broke through its limit and reached another level. Even Hu Yifei's luck became unfathomable, and he couldn't see through it either.
Luck is generally invisible to ordinary people. Old Su had lived too long and sought various methods to try to break through, so what he learned was extremely mixed, covering various fields. The other True Immortals of the Moonflower Holy Land were all juniors in front of him and had once asked him for advice.
The art of luck is a category of celestial arts. When cultivated to a high level, one can glimpse the luck of others. People with strong luck, even if they don't have smooth sailing in the future, will never have low achievements. Peeking at the luck of others is equivalent to indirectly peeking at the future of others, which violates cause and effect and heavenly principles. Apart from those who specialize in celestial arts, ordinary people really wouldn't specifically cultivate this.
Only Old Su would dabble in this stuff because he had no hope of breaking through.
"No wonder Yao Xian's luck is so strong, so that's how it is!"
Old Su suddenly understood that behind Yao Xian stood an existence that surpassed the Immortal King, which was at least an Immortal Venerable expert, and possibly even stronger than an Immortal Venerable.
He had the honor of meeting Immortal Venerable Taixu once and it was completely different from the person Hu Yifei described to him. Experts at that level no longer bothered to hide themselves, so the person Hu Yifei saw was definitely not Immortal Venerable Taixu.
As for why he would think of Immortal Venerable Taixu, it was naturally because this was the Taixu Realm, and there was only one Immortal Venerable expert, Immortal Venerable Taixu. If other Immortal Venerables descended, they would probably have been stopped by Immortal Venerable Taixu long ago.
Now that the other party was swaggering around in the Moonflower Holy Land, Old Su could only think of two possibilities.
First, the other party was a friend of Immortal Venerable Taixu and had already obtained Immortal Venerable Taixu's approval, allowing him to... date in the Taixu Realm!
Second...
Old Su was very unwilling to think about this, but his intuition, having lived for countless years, told him that this possibility was the most likely.
That was that the other party had already surpassed the Immortal Venerable. As for whether it was an Immortal Emperor or above, it was no longer important, because whether it was an Immortal Emperor or an existence above the Immortal Emperor, they were invincible existences in this Taixu Realm.
"Did this kid use all his luck on becoming Yao Xian's little brother?" Old Su couldn't help but mutter.
Hu Yifei's luck was very strong, but in the two thousand years since he became his disciple, his strong luck hadn't been reflected at all.
Not to mention encountering treasures falling from the sky when he went out to train, Hu Yifei had gained very little from his training so far. He didn't even have many holy medicines. The best time was when he obtained some ancient supernatural power, the Netherworld Great Handprint.
Old Su, as a True Immortal who had lived longer than Immortal King Yuehua, the Netherworld Great Handprint really couldn't be considered an "ancient supernatural power" to him. In his era, the Netherworld Great Handprint wasn't even ranked.
Of course, it wasn't that the Netherworld Great Handprint wasn't strong, but no matter how strong a supernatural power was, it depended on the person who cultivated it.
Hu Yifei cultivated for hundreds of years before he mastered the Netherworld Great Handprint, while Yao Xian only watched him perform it once before deducing the Netherworld Great Handprint to the perfect realm, and even instantly killed Yan Dong, who had defeated Hu Yifei.
The Netherworld Great Handprint was not famous in his era, probably because there were not many people who cultivated this supernatural power.
"Master!"
Just then, a middle-aged man barged in.
Old Su threw a cabbage worm under Azure Peak, as for whether it lived or died, it all depended on its fate.
"What is it?" Old Su continued to catch bugs.
The person who came was his fourth disciple, with a cultivation base at the peak of the Return to One Realm, and also the general manager of Azure Peak. Many affairs of Azure Peak were handled by him.
"Peak Master Tianheng, Peak Master Xueluo, Peak Master Bailian..."
He said the names of more than a dozen peak masters in one breath.
"The various peak masters want to meet Yao Xian."
Old Su frowned upon hearing this. Could it be that they had seen something? Although the art of luck was very niche, maybe these peak masters were all True Immortal experts, and maybe they really had seen something.
But he also felt strange. There was no reason why everyone should have seen the luck on Yao Xian. It was normal and acceptable for one or two people to see it, but if everyone saw it, it would be unlikely.
Unless the person who saw it shared this matter with others, but Old Su immediately denied this possibility.
If someone really saw Yao Xian's luck, they would definitely not share it with others in a high-profile manner, but would quietly find him or Yao Xian.
For the control of human nature, Old Su felt that he had lived for countless years and could see most people clearly.
"Tell them to get lost!"
Old Su cursed.
"Master, I dare not say it." The fourth disciple looked at Old Su with a look of grievance. They were all True Immortal experts. In front of them, my cultivator in the Return to One Realm was no different from an ant. They could blow me away with a breath. If I really said that, how could there be a good end?
"With your teacher backing you up, what are you afraid of?" Old Su glared at him.
"Master, it seems that you are not their opponent, are you?" The fourth disciple said cautiously. In fact, what he wanted to say was "not the opponent of any of them", but in order to save his master's face, "any of them" was removed.
"Brat, are you looking for a beating?" Old Su grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it at him.
The fourth disciple did not dare to dodge, fearing that he would really be beaten if he dodged.
"Forget it, let them come up!" Old Su said, he wanted to know what these people wanted to see Yao Xian for.
The corners of the fourth disciple's mouth twitched slightly upon hearing this. Master, look at what you said, those who didn't know would think you were letting cattle and sheep up.
"Aren't you going yet?" Old Su glared at him.
"Okay!"
The fourth disciple finished speaking and left happily.
Old Su shook his head and muttered: "None of them let me rest easy."
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