It must be said, the Artifact Spirit’s example was too abstract, leaving Han Yu not only missing the point but even more confused.

How could a cultivator possess such power? If this were true, they could have even created a pseudo-moon together on that day, implying they could make a moon.

Of course, there was a little interlude in between.

That was when Han Yu’s expression slightly twitched at the sight of the so-called Celestial River.

He believed it to be incredibly precious.

But as for "the more you use, the less there is"...

"Nonsense!"

The Artifact Spirit angrily clamored in the Sea of Consciousness, its two little hands waving furiously.

How could such a massive river possibly decrease the more you use it?

Those two hundred Inquiry Stones were definitely scammed.

Just as Han Yu was deeply communicating with the Artifact Spirit in his Sea of Consciousness, his dazed body suddenly flew out uncontrollably.

With a splash, he was thrown into the Celestial River.

"Endure it, the Celestial River can wash away your calamity qi."

Mu Zili glanced over casually, speaking abruptly.

At these words, Han Yu immediately calmed down. In just a moment, red mist continuously rose from his body.

This not only surprised him but also astounded the old Taoist and Mu Zili.

In the void, the two whispered using spiritual power as a medium.

"How can this kid’s calamity qi be so heavy!"

The old Taoist was indeed dumbfounded at the sight of such a large amount of calamity qi pouring out.

Mu Zili’s mouth twitched slightly, because he understood it. Not only that, but he also had some speculations.

"There’s one possibility, and that is he has repeatedly provoked tribulation lightning."

Are the natives of that broken place in Central Continent so reckless?

To provoke tribulation lightning one after another and still be alive and kicking now.

It must be said he is an anomaly.

"No wonder this guy managed to escape here from the tribulation lightning’s grasp. It seems he has gained quite the experience."

The old Taoist stroked his beard, shaking his head knowingly.

However, Mu Zili had a different view. According to Su Xiaoxiao, this guy’s life force is absurdly strong, his physical body being excessively unreasonable.

Except for not cultivating, his physical body was what all cultivators dreamed of.

"Could it be that cultivating such a body makes it impossible to cultivate?"

The old Taoist hesitated for a while. If one could have such a body, which cultivator wouldn’t dream of cultivating? By then, who could be their match in the same realm?

Mu Zili nodded solemnly, as he, too, had this suspicion; everything has its pros and cons, and there can be no invincible method.

Otherwise, Celestial Dao Sect would have found it in thousands of years.

Even Yama Hall, which specializes in ghostly tricks, hasn’t found a way to combine cultivation with a physical body.

"Are you interested in this kid?"

The old Taoist suddenly asked him with a smile, even if excluding the physical body method, there was plenty of wonder about Han Yu filled with secrets.

Mu Zili glanced at him and then said indifferently.

"The Heavenly Dao Method is our fundamental."

"I won’t let this kid stay. I’ll have someone send him out later, so drop it!"

He knew well what his master’s nature was, asking if he was interested, but more likely wanting to keep the person himself.

But can this person even stay?

Barely having entered, he almost incurred a huge gambling debt. If he really stayed, who knows how much his master would extract from him.

"If you send him away, no one else would dare to gamble with me."

The old Taoist revealed his agenda, speaking in a pitiful tone, like a lonely old man thousands of years old.

He even kept muttering to himself.

"I raised you three all these years, and now that my children are grown, I’m left as a lonely old man, not even a close person during cultivation."

Mu Zili held his head with a pained expression, "If you want to cultivate, I can arrange people to bet with you, why cause so much trouble."

With his authority, arranging people to gamble with the old Taoist daily wasn’t difficult.

"You don’t understand."

The old Taoist also had a pained expression. Everyone’s path is different, so it’s hard to understand each other’s struggles.

If that were truly possible, why would he seek out gamblers everywhere?

To initiate a gamble, the Dao Heart must first sense it, not something arranged directly.

If that were really the way, his path would be too simple.

"This is bad!"

The old Taoist suddenly exclaimed, realizing they were so engrossed in their chat that they had forgotten about someone.

Although the Celestial River could wash away calamity energy, if you stayed too long, it could potentially wash away your flesh and blood.

Both of them snapped back to reality and hurriedly looked towards the Celestial River.

At this moment, a figure was swimming back and forth on the water’s surface in a terribly twisted pose.

Well then, worrying for nothing, they remembered that this guy’s physical body was not something an ordinary cultivator could compare with. Even though the Celestial River could dissolve flesh and blood, it would take a long time to do so.

If it were a normal Divine Platform Realm cultivator, they’d probably be melted away. But if it’s this guy, never mind that.

The two men watched the figure at present, still emitting red calamity energy, and couldn’t help but look at each other in bewilderment.

How much does one have to antagonize tribulation thunder to be infused with so much calamity energy?

At this rate, it’s nearly fitting to label Han Yu with "undying and unyielding."

Can someone like this be kept in Little Heaven?

Definitely not. A guy even tribulation thunder wants dead certainly won’t be someone who follows the rules.

"These two hundred Inquiry Stones he spent are truly worth it,"

Mu Zili initially felt guilty for having swindled two hundred Inquiry Stones from him, but now, in retrospect, the biggest regret was giving him a discount.

It’s like picking up Han Yu; charging him more would not have been excessive.

Two hundred was indeed too little!

Han Yu was still doggedly swimming, following the Artifact Spirit’s ridiculous idea.

"Keep moving! Let the calamity energy disperse faster."

Unexpectedly, the Artifact Spirit actually recognized this thing and seemingly understood it somewhat, while also being quite startled.

This much calamity energy, how is anyone supposed to survive?

Also, where did it all come from?

Thinking carefully, it put on a strange expression, seeming to have a rough idea.

If remembered correctly, Han Yu, this dog, had provoked tribulation thunder more than once or twice.

The most outrageous time, he even got face-to-face with tribulation clouds. If it weren’t for the rules of time, he might have given this dog a big surprise on the spot.

The calamity energy might have been infused during that encounter.

No wonder then...

No wonder he later crashed into the thunder zone of Su Xiaoxiao and the others, the tribulation thunder weirded out right away, it makes sense that it discovered Han Yu.

For a moment, one person and one spirit remained silently speechless.

"Hurry up and keep swimming, let the calamity energy dissipate faster."

The Artifact Spirit urged once again, as it was a rare opportunity, and since the energy could be washed away here, why hold back?

"Don’t forget, we paid for this."

As long as those two outside didn’t urge them, this one person and one spirit weren’t planning on leaving at all.

After getting tired of dog paddling, Han Yu changed to deep diving, then back swimming, the most outrageous being ending up lying face up while kicking his legs.

"Look at that, such an interesting little native, what a pity not to keep him."

The old Taoist had a newfound, profound understanding of Han Yu.

Mu Zili flatly refused, "Don’t even think about it, as soon as he comes up, send him off immediately."

"Second brother, you’re great in every way except you’re too serious, too dull."

The old Taoist sighed knowingly.

Too serious, if I weren’t serious, this family would have fallen apart long ago.

Mu Zili muttered inwardly and spoke up in annoyance.

"He definitely can’t stay in Little Heaven. If you find him interesting, go with him to Central Continent."

It was meant as a sarcastic remark, but after saying it, Mu Zili suddenly felt something was off. Turning to glance, he saw the old Taoist looking contemplative.

A bad feeling rose up, and he quickly reminded.

"I was just speaking off the cuff."

But the old Taoist’s stance seemed genuinely serious.

At his level of cultivation, the quality of the environment no longer mattered. Little Heaven held no prospects anymore, notorious... far and wide, few cultivators would gamble with him.

But Central Continent was different!

No one there knew him, and more importantly, no cultivation level was required to gamble with him, as long as they clicked, had a sense of connection, they could bet.

So, maybe second brother had a point.

"I absolutely can’t let you go there,"

Mu Zili reiterated, knowing Central Continent would eventually become a battleground. He was already trying to bring their youngest back, how could he let the old Taoist down there.

Not a chance.

But still, he couldn’t shake off an ominous feeling, especially with the old Taoist’s expression, it gave him a bit of the creeps, that was undoubtedly a look of temptation.

Damn it, all he wanted was to fish for the youngest, how did things get increasingly bizarre...