Canglan was a lower world once discovered by the Shen Clan. They even left behind coordinates for descendants to explore. Unfortunately, the Shen Clan had declined and could no longer descend realms independently. Hence, Shen Wushen joined a great sect and descended through their treasure.

He was both a martial fanatic and a battle maniac. Across countless realms, he honed his Dao techniques and strengthened his Nascent Soul foundation. In fact, he had remained as a Nascent Soul for a thousand years.

For disciples of the upper world’s great sects below the Yin Spirit, length of cultivation meant little. After all, they could enter worlds with altered time flow. A single day in the upper world could equal a thousand years in a lower one. However, upon becoming a Yin Spirit, it was different.

A Yin Spirit required time to refine, and traveling across realms no longer offered as much benefit as remaining in the upper world. The difference in time flow no longer mattered. Since the upper world's laws were more complete, divine apertures were easier to condense.

Shen Zhifeng said earnestly, "Young Master is peerless under heaven. Even in the upper world, you are a disciple of a great sect. How could a mere Nascent Soul from Canglan hope to be your opponent?”

In her eyes, not even all the Nascent Souls of Great Shang or the Hundred Nations combined could kill him.

"Even the wilderness can produce a qilin," Shen Wushen said. "Do you remember the invitation from the Divine Radiance Sect? Great Shang’s number one Nascent Soul... Doesn’t this Qi Yuan sound interesting?"

Shen Zhifeng fell silent. In the past, hearing about a twenty-year-old Nascent Soul would probably shock her beyond words. However, upon discovering the upper world, she realized how narrow-sighted she had been. In the upper world’s great sects, someone like Qi Yuan was nothing. Given sufficient resources, every disciple there could reach the Nascent Soul stage by twenty.

Besides, ascending realms wasn’t their main focus. Foundation was. Without it, even if one paid a great price to become a Yin Spirit, they would only be an insubstantial cultivator suited for managerial roles.

Shen Zhifeng flattered, "Hmph. Compared to Young Master, he’s but a frog in a well."

"Never underestimate the world," Shen Wushen said. "I know of a Violet Palace disciple who descended to the Myriad Demon World, only to be toyed with by a demoness and have his soul extinguished."

Shen Zhifeng inhaled sharply. A Violet Palace disciple of the upper world dying in a lower realm? Preposterous!

Shen Wushen muttered to himself, "Tomorrow, I'll attend the Nascent Soul Gathering. Let's see if I can find any worthy opponents in Great Shang. Otherwise, I'll have to look elsewhere."

He dared not probe too deeply into Canglan. Not only did its waters run deep, but there was also a powerful Yang Spirit involved—one even stronger than his sect. Even if Shen Wushen died in Canglan, his sect wouldn’t dare avenge him for fear of offending the Yang Spirit.

With that, he gazed regretfully at the bandit cultivators. "What a pity. Your fate is sealed from the moment you’re born in this land."

Even Yin Spirits in this realm were destined to end poorly.

***

A series of shocked cries rang out. The fishing girl had killed the three bandits with a casual wave of her hand.

Everyone was stunned. The girl is also a cultivator?

"She killed a Foundation Establishment cultivator so casually. Could she secretly be a Foundation Establishment?"

"The bandits were unlucky this time!"

"A Foundation Establishment old monster disguised as a little girl... This is..."

The anglers buzzed with discussion.

The straw-hatted man felt astonished, then regretful. Had he known she was a cultivator of such caliber, he would've warned her, perhaps earning favor.

Just then, the girl gave the old man beside her an odd look. "Despicable grandpa, bullying an orphan like me."

As her voice fell, the old man who had secretly signaled the bandits died instantly.

The anglers stared at one another, some choosing to leave. Bandit cultivators were often organized. Kill the small ones, and the big ones come. It wouldn't end well for the girl if she kept fishing here.

Then, a deep voice sounded. "Shen Wushen of the Demonic Desire Sect greets Senior."

Shen Wushen and Shen Zhifeng appeared, both wearing humble expressions.

The independent cultivators were stunned. The Demonic Desire Sect was one of Great Shang's Three Great Sects, a true behemoth. Yet they called this girl "Senior"? Could she be a Core Formation cultivator from a great sect?!

Surprised, the girl glanced at Shen Wushen. "Are you from the upper world?"

Shen Wushen's heart shook violently. No ordinary Yin Spirits could see his origin. This senior...

Shen Zhifeng was also baffled.

The surrounding cultivators appeared confused.

"Reporting to Senior, I am a disciple of Futu Mountain," said Shen Wushen.

"Never heard of it." The girl shook her head. "My mother is also in the upper world. I haven't seen her in a while. If you return there, could you pass her a message?"

Her words made Shen Wushen's scalp tingle. Her mother was in the upper world? Wasn't this realm merely a resource land? Yin Spirits shouldn't be able to ascend here! What was going on?

Shen Wushen remained respectful. "Please instruct me, Senior."

"You're quite nice. My mother is from the Divine Moon Palace. She is a Moon Maiden named Jin Li. Tell her, 'Your daughter Jianjun longs for your presence and misses you deeply...' Oh, and tell her that 'Jianjun has found her father!'" The girl brightened. "You've helped me so much. If you run into trouble in Canglan, I will protect you!"

Even though she appeared to be a seven- or eight-year-old girl, she spoke like an elder.

Shen Wushen said quickly, "Many thanks, Senior."

His heart was still trembling. The Divine Moon Palace far surpassed Futu Mountain. Moreover, a Moon Maiden was a candidate to inherit the palace! Even if his master's cultivation exceeded some Moon Maidens, their status was incomparable. To think that the senior before him was actually a Moon Maiden's daughter!

The girl then said, "Alright, I'm leaving."

She scooped up her fish bucket and vanished instantly.

Shen Zhifeng's eyes widened. "Yin Spirit... She's actually Yin Spirit!"

The faint aura the girl had just revealed was unmistakably Yin Spirit. In Great Shang, Shen Zhifeng had never even seen a Violet Palace, let alone a Yin Spirit.

Upon hearing Shen Zhifeng's cry, the anglers widened their eyes.

"Yin Spirit?!"

"A True God?"

"Our ancestors must've accumulated merit, we actually saw a legendary immortal!"

They immediately knelt, kowtowing repeatedly. Some even recognized Shen Zhifeng as the new sect master of Demonic Desire Sect, a True Lord. She wouldn't lie about such a thing!

In contrast, the straw-hatted man was devastated. Had he known she was a Yin Spirit, he would have warned her no matter what, just to earn goodwill!

Nascent Souls ruled tyrannically across the Hundred Nations. By clinging to a Yin Spirit's thigh, he could step on a Nascent Soul's head. Still, there was no medicine for regret.

At that moment, Shen Zhifeng's face turned cold. "You didn't see anything today. If even half a sentence leaks, you will fall into eternal damnation."

The independent cultivators' breathing grew tight. Their faces turned pale. No one dared to object.

Shen Wushen murmured, "These bandits should be cleaned up."

Shen Zhifeng hurriedly said, "I will issue orders and have them wiped out immediately."