Chapter 2961

She did not know, among all the Golden Immortal Realm experts in the entire universe, how many were stronger than she was; at the very least, within their world, there was not a single Golden Immortal Realm cultivator superior to her.

Indeed, even the present Silver Deer Immortal Monarch, Immortal Lord Zhi Lin, Immortal Lord Xue Sha—these three Daluo Golden Immortals—had all personally admitted that, when they were still at the Golden Immortal Realm, they were absolutely not as strong as the Celestial Wheel Immortal Monarch.

Yet the first time she encountered Cao Zhen, Cao Zhen at that time was only at the True Immortal Realm, and it was obvious that Cao Zhen’s cultivation had some problems.

Even so, Cao Zhen still managed to escape from her hands back then; from this one can see just how powerful Cao Zhen was.

Afterwards, Cao Zhen abolished his own cultivation base and began cultivating anew; within the same cultivation realm, his battle strength once again skyrocketed.

She believed that if Cao Zhen cultivated to the Taichi Golden Immortal, he would definitely be able to slaughter a portion of the Daluo Golden Immortals—and quite possibly a large portion of them.

Previously, Cao Zhen had also mentioned to her that he had a disciple with utterly astonishing talent.

That disciple of his, within the same cultivation realm, was not much weaker than he was.

Thus, this Immortal Lord Yin Yang was very likely the disciple that Cao Zhen had spoken of.

Hearing the Celestial Wheel Immortal Monarch’s voice of agreement, the Time‑Net Immortal Lord immediately raised his voice a notch: “This time, even Heaven Wheel says so; you people should believe it now, shouldn’t you? However, although Immortal Lord Bai Feng is strong, he is definitely not as strong as that disciple of his. And there is one more point that I find strange—the other two disciples of Immortal Lord Bai Feng, I feel, are also not weaker than Immortal Lord Bai Feng. I don’t know why, but his disciples all seem to be stronger than he is. Moreover, the cultivation paths his disciples walk are all different.”

Upon hearing this, the Celestial Wheel Immortal Monarch immediately recalled the various Dao that Cao Zhen had displayed when they first met.

Cao Zhen had indeed cultivated an extraordinary number of paths.

Therefore, that his disciples followed different paths was something she could understand.

As for why Cao Zhen was still weaker than his disciples—

If Immortal Lord Bai Feng was in fact Cao Zhen, then it would be exactly as she had suspected.

If that were the case, then Cao Zhen would be far too terrifying.

Everything still depended on whether Immortal Lord Bai Feng was Cao Zhen or not.

The Time‑Net Immortal Lord intentionally spoke in a cryptic tone: “You don’t understand him. By the way, where is he now? I actually have some matters I wish to discuss with him.”

“He just entered Land Blast City together with me. Right now, he’s either looking at the public notices, or he has already found their Human Clan kinsmen through the notices.”

“Oh? Then I must go and seek him out.”

The Celestial Wheel Immortal Monarch cupped his hands to the surrounding crowd, especially glancing in inquiry at the three Daluo Golden Immortals such as the Silver Deer Immortal Monarch.

The Silver Deer Immortal Monarch slightly nodded: “There is nothing particularly pressing at the moment. Since he is your Dao Companion, then go as you please.”

The Time‑Net Immortal Lord left together with the Celestial Wheel Immortal Monarch.

After the two of them departed, within the courtyard, the gathered experts of the Skyeye Clan all looked at one another, faces full of confusion.

“That Immortal Lord Bai Feng once entered our world before; which means that back then he was at the Golden Immortal Realm.”

“He, like the Celestial Wheel Immortal Monarch, later broke through and became a Taichi Golden Immortal.”

“Strange—how did Heaven Wheel end up becoming his Dao Companion?”

In Land Blast City, beside the notice board at the city gate, Cao Zhen quickly found the notice left behind by their Human Clan kinsmen.

“As expected, there are clansmen of ours here. Let’s go.”

Cao Zhen recorded the location, then swiftly led his two disciples toward a certain distant courtyard.

Since entering the wilderness, he had constantly been searching for members of the Human Clan, yet had never found his own clansmen.

Now, he was finally about to meet his clansmen.

Before long, Cao Zhen stopped before a courtyard, then reached out and knocked on the main gate.

As the knocking sounds echoed repeatedly, the courtyard’s gate was soon pushed open from within, revealing a somewhat icy face.

Ordinarily, many people’s aura would give off a cold sensation, but this cultivator who opened the door gave off a severe chill merely by his appearance alone.

The other party’s black hair was like iron, pressed close against the back of his head; upon his body was a silver‑gray battle robe, embroidered with patterns of ice crystals, exuding a chill as though from a Frozen World.

The cultivator who opened the door saw before him a man and two women—three cultivators—and a look of astonishment involuntarily surfaced on his face. Immediately thereafter, a trace of joy appeared upon that icy countenance.

“At last, we’ve seen cultivators of our Human Clan. You three, come in.”

With that, he stepped aside to open up a path.

Cao Zhen led his two disciples into the courtyard.

At a glance, he saw three cultivators within the courtyard.

At that moment, in the pavilion at the center of the courtyard, a chessboard was set out. On either side of the board, a man and a woman, two cultivators, were playing a game.

Among them, that female cultivator gave off a gentle, refined impression.

She possessed a delicate and beautiful face, her skin white and flawless like jade, as radiant and charming as a hundred spring blossoms in full bloom. Her features were proper and soft, her eyes limpid and bright.

Her black hair was coiled up and lightly secured with a single jade hairpin, suffused with a subdued elegance.

Her every gesture was filled with grace and composure.

Even when she lifted a piece and placed it upon the board, her sleeves lightly brushed the air, like walking poetry and classics, suffused with the refined aura of a scholar.

Opposite her, the male cultivator playing against her had a remarkably handsome countenance; when sunlight shone down, his skin reflected a kind of lively luster.

His long hair cascaded over his shoulders like a golden waterfall, slightly wavy, yet faintly revealing the majesty of a king.