"I don't think you're here to inquire about anything; you look more like you're here to cause trouble."
Ning Beichen said disdainfully to the two Daoists.
What do you mean not here to cause trouble? Did they really think Ning Beichen was a three-year-old? The only reason they didn't dare to act presumptuously wasn't because they truly didn't want to cause trouble, but because they knew they couldn't, and that's why they were being so submissive.
If their strength were greater than Ning Beichen's, do you think they would be here to cause trouble? They would probably want to kill him on the spot.
Meanwhile, Xi Yi'er watched the two Daoists with curiosity.
She wasn't particularly afraid; in fact, she was a little excited. The main reason was that the matter had nothing to do with her, and as a mere girl, she wouldn't be noticed by two Daoists.
Her excitement stemmed from the possibility of witnessing a battle of immortals.
"My young friend, you misunderstand. I am Xuan Ye, and this is Daoist Cheng De. Daoist Cheng De had some unpleasantness with you earlier, and he was merely acting according to his beliefs, not intentionally targeting you."
The speaker was Xuan Ye, who, with a few words, managed to downplay the conflict between Cheng De and Ning Beichen, like a seasoned old fox.
"Enough, spare me these words meant for children. Just tell me why you've come to find me. I don't have a habit of letting enemies live. My bottom line is that there are no second chances. And let me tell you, I'm not a magnanimous person."
Ning Beichen said.
Xuan Ye's face showed a bitter expression. He hadn't expected this young man to show them no respect, especially after he had revealed his Daoist name.
Whether it was martial artists in the Jianghu or dignitaries in the world, once his name was spoken, most people would know him, or at least have heard of his Daoist name, even if they hadn't met him.
"We want to know if you've returned from that place."
After some thought, Xuan Ye finally asked. If Ning Beichen had indeed returned from that place, they would not dare to harbor any ill intentions; in fact, they would strive to appease him.
Just like Ning Beichen's situation before, the path of cultivation in this world had long been severed. The highest one could reach was the Grandmaster realm. Even with the peak of martial power in this world, they were still mortals.
No cultivator in this world didn't want to step onto that path, including Xuan Ye and Cheng De.
This world wasn't only the Grandmaster Alliance and those old ancestors who craved a breakthrough; in fact, Xuan Ye and Cheng De could be considered the orthodox practitioners of this world.
As for those from the Grandmaster Alliance and various ancestral families, they could at best be considered rogue cultivators.
If even the orthodox cultivators were powerless, let alone the rogue cultivators of the Grandmaster Alliance.
However, whether orthodox or rogue, no one knew how to achieve the unity of heaven and man, transcend the ordinary, and achieve detachment from mortality.
Those who did not achieve detachment from mortality would ultimately be unable to escape the fate of a mortal's hundred-year lifespan. No matter how invincible you were as a Grandmaster, or how vast your wealth, in the end, you would still turn to dust.
"What 'that place'? 'This place'? Are you asking if I've returned from the Realm of Detachment from Mortality?"
Ning Beichen said calmly.
Xuan Ye and Cheng De's eyes lit up, and their hearts pounded. He really knew about the Realm of Detachment from Mortality.
"That's right. May I ask, young friend, have you returned from the Realm of Detachment from Mortality?"
Xuan Ye asked respectfully.
"No."
Ning Beichen's two words struck them like a blow.
"If young friend has not returned from the Realm of Detachment from Mortality, then may I ask where you learned of the Realm of Detachment from Mortality?"
Xuan Ye asked, unwilling to accept it, or rather, disbelieving.
If he hadn't returned from there, why would he possess such immense power?
"None of your business."
Ning Beichen knew their intentions, but these were his secrets, and why should he tell them?
If they had been more polite from the start, if they had tried to curry favor with him, Ning Beichen might have been willing to tell them the method to break through to the unity of heaven and man. But now, that was out of the question.
Everyone had their own selfish interests. As for Ning Beichen, even if he were to help or impart knowledge, he would first help his own people, such as Liu Yilin, his senior sister, and so on.
"Young friend, we have come with sincerity. Why do you need to push us away?"
Xuan Ye's expression changed slightly as he said to Ning Beichen.
"So what if I push you away? Whether I choose to tell you or not is my business. You're not my father, so why should I fawn over you?"
Ning Beichen sneered mockingly.
"Young friend, this humble Daoist does not wish for a pointless confrontation. Since you are unwilling to speak, this humble Daoist will have to invite you to be our guest."
Xuan Ye's demeanor began to shift.
"Heh, so this is the true face of these reclusive masters. If they can't reason with you, they resort to violence. If they lose, they slander others, call others heretics, and want to arrest people for interrogation. Do you see? Don't associate with people like this in the future."
Ning Beichen appeared to be speaking to Xuan Ye and the others, but he was actually addressing Xi Yi'er behind them.
"I understand, Mr. Ning."
Xi Yi'er replied obediently.
"Young friend has a sharp tongue, but regardless of that, this matter is too important. This humble Daoist will have to offend you."
After speaking, Xuan Ye flicked his long sleeves, and like a python, he coiled towards Ning Beichen's body.
If it were the Ning Beichen of the past, he might have been interested in playing along. But the current Xuan Ye was too weak for Ning Beichen, so weak that he had no interest in a challenge.
Ning Beichen raised his hand, turning his palm into a blade, and slashed at the sleeve.
With a swish.
Xuan Ye's Daoist sleeve turned into fragments, and Ning Beichen's palm blade, after shattering his sleeve, shot directly towards Xuan Ye.
Xuan Ye's face changed drastically. He retreated repeatedly, his hands constantly attacking Ning Beichen's palm blade.
But he had far underestimated Ning Beichen's cultivation. Ning Beichen was not some Grandmaster or Great Grandmaster; he was a Detached Mortal.
With a bang!
Xuan Ye was sent flying backward, spitting out a large mouthful of blood into the sky.
One move!
In fact, Xuan Ye couldn't even withstand a single move from Ning Beichen. At this moment, he finally understood Cheng De's feelings.
Having disciplined Xuan Ye, Ning Beichen naturally wouldn't let Cheng De, the culprit, off the hook. He also bestowed upon him a palm strike, and its power was even greater than the one used against Xuan Ye.
Cheng De was also sent flying backward, spitting blood repeatedly upon landing, his eyes filled with fear and unease.
Two Grandmasters, and Xuan Ye's cultivation was even higher than his.
The result was that neither of them could withstand a single move from the other.
Even someone without much intellect would know that this young man before them was not someone they could afford to offend.
He had pride and arrogance, but he had the qualifications for it. In contrast, the two of them appeared like clowns.
However, Ning Beichen had no intention of killing them, so he made no further moves, merely giving them a cold glance and saying.