A Millionfold Return: My Children Cultivate Immortality, I Become a God - Chapter 251

Chapter 251 Wen Tianren

With Wu Li’s abilities, merely by activating the Spacetime Divine Body and leveraging the help of the Saint Master Bottle, it wasn’t impossible to accelerate the growth of the tens of thousands of Golden Thunder Trees in front of him to a million-year grade within a year. The catch was that the Saint Master Bottle was Wu Li’s greatest secret, especially as long as Nangong Wan wasn’t present, so he absolutely would never reveal its existence.

But if he could obtain tens of thousands of seventh-grade Golden Thunder Flying Swords, even an Immortal Venerable appearing wouldn’t be able to match him single-handedly. Thinking of this, Wu Li looked seriously at Nangong Wan and said, “Fellow Daoist Nangong, for what’s about to happen, I need you to swear an oath by the Heavenly Dao that you won’t reveal anything. Otherwise, this is where we part ways for good.”

Hearing this, Nangong Wan’s breathing grew rapid. There was no way she couldn’t tell that Wu Li was trying to draw closer to her. Just as she was about to agree directly, a terrifying figure suddenly appeared before them.

“Hey, interesting. Didn’t expect there to be so many Golden Thunder Trees here. Although the years are a bit low, the extracted Golden Thunder Wood is at least Grade Five. Not a bad haul after all,” the figure said.

The moment this presence appeared, both Nangong Wan and Wu Li’s expressions soured immediately. Naturally, they could feel the terrifying aura—this had to be the powerful figure who had just broken through to Immortal King.

Upon seeing the figure, Nangong Wan instinctively felt the urge to retreat. Given her current capabilities, even if she gave it her all, she definitely couldn’t face an Immortal King. But seeing that Wu Li didn’t leave, Nangong Wan didn’t either; she decided to wait and see what Wu Li would do. If Wu Li chose to fight, she wouldn’t hesitate to back him up.

At that moment, Wu Li’s heart sank as well.

[Damn it. I didn’t expect an Immortal King-level powerhouse to show up. With my current state, only by deploying Zhang Tie could I hope to snatch this Golden Thunder forest away from him.]

[Tens of thousands of seventh-grade Golden Thunder Flying Swords—it’s worth the risk. Let’s do this!]

Quickly, Wu Li made up his mind. No matter what, he was going all out.

With his current condition and tricks up his sleeve, facing an Immortal King wasn’t without chances of victory.

With that, Wu Li stepped forward, shielding Nangong Wan behind him.

“This fellow Daoist, we discovered this place first. Now that you’ve appeared, could it be that you intend to seize it by force?”

Wu Li spoke, while secretly dispatching Zhang Tie. If the other party was reasonable and willing to leave peacefully, they would let the matter drop. But if the other side stubbornly insisted on taking it by force, he wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate them, no matter how formidable their background.

After hearing Wu Li’s words, the other party paused for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“Hahaha, kid, what are you talking about? Treasures always go to those who are capable. Do you think you can match me? I am the Holy Son of the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect, Wen Tianren.”

Wu Li’s expression darkened upon hearing the name—not because of Wen Tianren’s background. After all, he knew his own great grandfather was no ordinary figure. Although the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect was impressive, it was only guarded by a mid-stage Immortal Emperor.

But his great grandfather was far more powerful than an ordinary Immortal Emperor. Still, Wu Li felt helpless—he realized he would have to take action.

Nangong Wan beside him also frowned deeply upon hearing this. She naturally understood the terror the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect inspired: three Immortal Emperor-level experts guarded it, and its strongest Sect Master had reached the late-stage Immortal Emperor cultivation.

Even in the Northern Region, the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect was a top-tier power. Ordinary forces wouldn’t dare provoke them, let alone a lone wandering cultivator like her.

But upon looking at Wu Li, Nangong Wan took a deep breath. She decided to gamble. After all, Wu Li was the only person she had ever met who possessed rainbow-colored fate qi. If they won, she would also benefit greatly and rise alongside him.

Still, Nangong Wan did not speak out. She waited, waiting for Wu Li’s final decision.

Wu Li remained silent, but Wen Tianren by the side grew impatient. Seeing Wu Li lingering without leaving, he snorted coldly.

“Since you insist on this, then I, the Holy Son, won’t hesitate to send you on your way!”

The moment Wen Tianren finished speaking, he extended a finger, and the next instant, a lightning strike rushed toward Wu Li with such speed it stunned all nearby—deafening and impossible to dodge.

The attack came so fast that neither Wu Li nor Nangong Wan could react in time. By the time Nangong Wan registered the threat, the lightning was already right in front of Wu Li.

“No!”

Seeing Wu Li still standing frozen, Nangong Wan’s heart screamed in alarm. She could only pray for a miracle.

Then she saw a figure suddenly appear before Wu Li, reaching out a hand to directly block Wen Tianren’s lightning.

“What!”

Feeling the sudden heavy pressure emanating from Zhang Tie’s body, Wen Tianren’s expression changed involuntarily. When he sensed there was no life force whatsoever on Zhang Tie, Wen Tianren realized what was happening and frowned with displeasure.

“I never expected you to have a puppet with you. I underestimated you,” Wen Tianren said grimly.

“Underestimate? Not quite—but be more careful next time,” Wu Li replied. With a thought, Zhang Tie received the order and charged directly at Wen Tianren.

After all, Wu Li never had a habit of leaving behind major enemies for his future self. From his understanding of cultivators like Wen Tianren, the latter didn’t seem like someone who wanted to negotiate or reconcile. Instead, it was more likely Wen Tianren planned to use the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect’s power to kill him after leaving the Azure Thunder Secret Realm.

“What! You’ve got some nerve to keep attacking? Aren’t you afraid I, the Holy Son, will make you pay after autumn?” Wen Tianren’s face darkened as he shouted angrily when he saw Wu Li controlling the puppet to assault him.

Wu Li sneered in response.

“What? You think if I let you walk away, you’d spare me?”

Wen Tianren fell silent upon hearing this. Indeed, by his nature, if he managed to leave the Azure Thunder Secret Realm, his first move would be to leverage the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect’s might to annihilate Wu Li and avenge himself.

But now was obviously not the time to dwell on that. The most important thing was to get out of here first. As for Wu Li and Nangong Wan, he could remember their names and settle scores later—there was no rush for revenge.

With that in mind, Wen Tianren planned to find an opportunity to escape, but Zhang Tie’s relentless entanglement made it impossible for him to break free quickly.

After all, Zhang Tie was a puppet meticulously crafted by Mo Juren, so ordinary methods simply couldn’t harm him.

Meanwhile, as Zhang Tie latched onto Wen Tianren, Wu Li began setting up arrays around them. Given Zhang Tie’s power, even a three-hundred-year fight wouldn’t necessarily defeat Wen Tianren, so Wu Li had to speed up.