The twelve Great Golden Immortals, struck by this cunning plan, unleashed a torrent of ideas, refining it feverishly. If it failed, they'd snitch to Emperor Ling, accusing Xiandao's "Senior Brother" of rallying rebels against the Immortal Realm. To shield their disciples, they'd send them back post-assault.
Feitian could never have guessed these sanctimonious Great Golden Immortals would stoop so low for a manual. Barely arrived in this realm, he faced such schemes. But their plans were doomed—they knew nothing of Feitian, his origins a mystery.
The defense shield was vast, and with twenty thousand guards split across two fronts, only key points were secure. "Your Majesty, they've breached!" a monitor reported, satellite imagery showing a tear in the shield.
Not bad, finding the shield's weak spot so fast, I thought, impressed. "Send Tushi to serve our guests the grand feast we prepared." Let's see what these pests can do, harassing me repeatedly.
They'd never suspect their every move was watched via satellite. Oddly, the loudest morning hecklers now lingered at the rear. Another trick? Better stay sharp. Their silent, coordinated entry suggested a commander. At the breach, a few held it open, likely for escape. How many can slip through one gap? Were these idiots born in the Immortal Realm? If I were Emperor Ling, I'd boot them out.
"Still not giving up? Must you suffer to learn?" Tushi's guards suddenly surrounded them, his voice thundering.
"They haven't shown—Xiandao or his Senior Brother. What now?" a Great Golden Immortal whispered to the others. The lead elder smirked, "No worry. They've got a few strong ones, but our average strength tops theirs. When casualties mount, that 'Majesty' will show."
"That's… unethical. We're not demons. If lives are lost, won't the Immortal Realm hunt us?" another Great Golden Immortal fretted, some nodding.
The elder snapped, "Now you say this? The arrow's nocked—it must fly. We didn't start it, so we're in the clear." He explained, "Their morning bravado shows they don't fear fighting. I'll push them forward—what happens then?" He sighed inwardly at his peers' inexperience, obsessed with cultivation, ignorant of strategy. Without that manual, they'd still be meditating in caves.
"We don't want trouble, but hand over Xiandao," a middle-aged immortal stepped before Tushi, demanding.
"Sorry, Xiandao's our guest. Your intrusion is outrageous. His Majesty made it clear this morning—trouble him after he leaves our planet. Leave now," Tushi replied coldly, unmoved.
This is the Immortal Realm? Hmph, I scoffed, watching the screen. Xiandao, awkward behind me, mumbled, "Your Majesty, let me leave. If I'm gone, they'll go." He thought I was fighting these immortals to protect him.
I turned, stern. "This isn't about you leaving or their feud with you. It's about them and me. They ignored my words as their host. If they disrespect me, I owe them none." Fury surged. Since becoming emperor, no one dared threaten me twice. Those who did were corpses. Absolute power, absolute majesty—when challenged, my wrath was inevitable. Leading the group out, Duo'er Duo and the girls, never seeing me so enraged, silently feared for the immortals. Women always pity the weak.
"Go back," Tushi urged, impatient but dutiful. "If they won't leave, none will," a majestic, murderous voice boomed. Tushi knew it was me. "Your Majesty!" he knelt, glancing up, nearly fainting. I hovered, seething, clad in crystalline battle armor. Unimaginable.
Ignoring Tushi, I soared above the immortals. "Since you ignored my words, I won't be polite. Three minutes to leave. Stay, and you never will. Those twelve Great Golden Immortals in the back—if you want to go, go now. Or don't bother."
The immortals turned, seeing their leaders at the rear, morale crumbling. "You say leave, we leave? With our numbers, you think we fear you? Kill us all? No jade slip, no departure," one shouted.
"Yeah!" the crowd echoed.
"Seeking death," I spat coldly, chilling them. A piercing scream erupted—the loudmouth Golden Immortal exploded, blood splattering nearby immortals. Too sudden for their artifacts.
"Tushi, form the array!" I roared, unleashing Tier 10 power for the first time. Boundless aura filled the heavens. Tushi, Duo'er Duo, and the immortals witnessed my transformation: jet-black hair turned golden, muscles bulged beneath Dragon Armor, eyes pierced like daggers, a wicked grin curling my lips.
The twelve Great Golden Immortals gaped, stunned by the fiery yellow glow enveloping me. Under my aura, they valued life anew. This isn't Immortal Realm power. An unknown force.
"Too strong… is he even human?" Xiandao, behind me, stared, mind blank, muttering. Human? Haven't heard that in ages.
"If you're immortals, I'm a god—ruler of all!" I declared arrogantly. Only a god could describe me now. Xiandao agreed, mind racing: Is he truly a god? Such power, yet clueless about cultivation. Am I this lucky?
Under my Mental Energy Lock, the twelve Great Golden Immortals, gripped by an invisible hand, drifted toward me, terrified. They cursed themselves for squandering their chance to live. Seeing their mighty elders handled like chicks, the crowd despaired.
"You had your chance and didn't take it. Back to your origins you go," I said coldly. Desperation hit, begging the heavens for mercy, yearning to flee this nightmare. The twelve realized their "perfect" plan was a cruel joke. I didn't care about their lives.
As my aura crushed them, immortals crouched, summoning immortal armor to resist my killing intent. Though spared, a wisp reached Duo'er Duo's group. "No, Husband, don't kill them! They're wrong, but not deserving of death!" she screamed, unwilling to see her man's hands bloodied like a demon's.
Her cry was timely—one second later, they'd be gone. Only my love for her held me back. Without it, they'd be dust.
Her plea softened my killing intent. I turned, eyes brimming with care, gazing at her. "Husband, that was terrifying," she said, clumsily flying into my arms, clinging to my waist. This is my man, bowing all creation. Such a warm embrace!
"My treasure, what's wrong?" I gently lifted her tear-streaked face, wiping her cheeks. "Husband, let them go. Don't kill them, please?" she pleaded, eyes nervous. I nodded, and she hugged me tightly, elated. "But—" I added, and she tensed.
"Relax," I kissed her lips. "Death's off the table, but they'll pay. Let them work for us, how's that?"
Thrilled, she nodded. I unleashed countless rays of cosmic energy, sealing their powers. Only someone with my energy type and greater strength could undo it—none but me. "Take them to the Barbaric Wilderness Continent. Let them herd sheep," I ordered Tushi.
"Yes!" Powerless, the immortals were led away by guards. "Let's go—another group awaits on Dragon God Star," I said, holding Duo'er Duo, teleporting there.
"Husband, what about these ones? The first group's herding sheep," Duo'er Hua asked, tugging my arm.
Good question. Herding didn't need so many. "How about they wash your women's clothes?" I suggested.
"Great!" Duo'er Hua clapped. "Wait, sister, men washing our clothes? Comfortable with that?" Duo'er Duo shot me a look, scolding my idea, pulling her sister to explain.
They didn't wash women's clothes but ended up laundering men's for decades—a harsh lesson.
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