Tonight seemed exceptionally long.

In front of Li Shiwuwu lay piles of flesh, sticky with human blood.

The overwhelming stench of blood was suffocating. Witnessing this horrifying scene, Hua Erling fell to his knees, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Master, please have mercy. Give Shiwuwu a swift end, don't torture him anymore, I beg you."

Qian Yuanzi paid no attention, merely pulling a small dish from Lord Guan's mouth, patiently enjoying the spectacle.

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As for Li Shiwuwu, under the extreme pain, he was nearly fainting.

Yet, he continued to endure.

After all these years, he couldn't let himself fall at this final moment.

Seeing this, Qian Yuanzi couldn't help but clap his hands in delight.

He turned to Guan San and said, "Disciple, doesn't Shiwuwu look like that skinned red monkey we stewed tonight?"

"Yes, yes," Guan San agreed repeatedly, "It's exactly the same, and Master even gave me the monkey head as a reward."

"It was delicious, thank you, Master."

Qian Yuanzi nodded with satisfaction, "Out of thirty disciples, you're still the most considerate."

Li Shiwuwu, however, was completely indifferent to their so-called teacher-student affection, focusing solely on skinning himself, his actions becoming increasingly skilled.

After about the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn.

Perhaps tired of watching, or feeling the scene had lost its novelty, Qian Yuanzi yawned and waved his hand, "Shiwuwu, I won't trouble you anymore. As for this black soil all over the ground, I think it suits you well as burial soil."

"At least no one can say I left my disciple's body exposed in the wilderness."

At this moment, Li Shiwuwu had lost most of his skin and flesh, appearing a size smaller.

And just as they had said, he looked like a skinned monkey, both strange and laughable.

But as soon as Qian Yuanzi finished speaking, something unbelievable happened.

The black soil on the ground seemed to come alive, starting to breathe and wriggle.

It emitted a black light, indescribably deep and sinister, as if it could cover the sky, bury everything, and entomb all.

"This..."

Li Shiwuwu was stunned by the sight.

But soon, he was filled with ecstasy.

Because he realized his body was uncontrollably sinking into the eerie black soil.

At the same time, his body was enveloped in black light, seemingly protecting him, making it difficult for outsiders to interrupt the 'Seed Immortal' process.

"Seed Immortal!"

"Seed Immortal!"

"Treat yourself as a 'seed', plant it in the soil, and then become immortal."

"Old man, isn't this the Seed Immortal Temple you spoke of?"

Seeing himself safe, Li Shiwuwu immediately revealed his hand, laughing wildly, the eighteen years of pent-up oppression and gloom in his chest swept away in an instant.

Qian Yuanzi, witnessing this, was also momentarily stunned, but then his face twisted with rage, nearly going mad.

"This... the Seed Immortal Temple is real!"

Watching Li Shiwuwu slowly sink into the black soil, his previous arrogance and mockery vanished.

Instead, he changed his tone, pleading anxiously, "Disciple, come out quickly, return the immortal fate to your master, I beg you, truly beg you."

"I've searched for this temple my whole life."

Li Shiwuwu shook his head, the killing intent in his eyes becoming tangible.

"Old man, give it to you? Dream on."

"I wish I could cut you into a thousand pieces to ease the hatred in my heart."

He glanced at his own skin and flesh on the ground and continued, "Old man, let me tell you the truth."

"From the beginning, I knew this Seed Immortal Temple was real."

"The reason I openly told you about 'skinning to seed immortality' was to deliberately mislead you, making you think this place was fake. After all, such an absurd method, with your suspicious nature, how could you believe it?"

"The result is, the immortal fate you've sought your whole life, you handed it to me yourself."

Li Shiwuwu let out a long breath, "As for why I was willing to skin myself alive, it was a gamble."

"A gamble that this would work, a gamble that it would trigger some unknown change."

"Fortunately, I won this round."

These words naturally ignited Qian Yuanzi's towering rage.

"Unfilial disciple!"

He roared, leaping down from Lord Guan's head with a chopping knife in hand.

But this powerful strike had no effect.

The terrifying force of the knife was entirely blocked by the black light seeping from the black soil.

Inside the temple, Guan San's eyes widened, buzzing, "Master, you mustn't be fooled."

"This might still be Shiwuwu's trick, he's trying to harm you."

Qian Yuanzi whipped around, his gaze like that of a man-eating demon.

He took a few strides forward, swinging the chopping knife to cut through Guan San's chest.

"Wretched thing, if it weren't for your loose tongue misleading me."

"How would I have thought this was a trap, falling for Shiwuwu's scheme?"

"You deserve to die!"

At this point, everything below Li Shiwuwu's neck had sunk into the black soil.

He immediately understood that he needed to remove the skin from his arms and face, only then would he be fully successful.

"Hey, old man."

"Now I'm giving you two choices, do you want to hear them?" Li Shiwuwu's eyes flickered, his tone seemingly casual.

Qian Yuanzi squinted his eyes into slits, "Speak."

Li Shiwuwu nodded, then said, "One, hand over this opportunity to become immortal to me, everything will be my wedding dress."

"And the second..."

He smirked, "You see, I haven't succeeded in 'seeding immortality' yet."

"If you have the ability, you can do as I did, skin yourself, and complete 'seeding immortality' before me."

Hearing this, Qian Yuanzi coldly rebuked, "Unfilial disciple, you want me to die?"

Li Shiwuwu rolled his eyes, "Heh, it's up to you to choose."

Qian Yuanzi fell silent, only pulling a sharp dagger from his waist.

Then he stripped off his robe, revealing his shriveled, scarred old body.

In truth, even if Li Shiwuwu hadn't said anything, he would still attempt to skin himself for immortality.

After all, having searched for the Seed Immortal Temple his whole life, even knowing Li Shiwuwu was sending him to his death, even with only a sliver of hope, he had to try.

"Dear disciple, your master won't let you succeed so easily."

Qian Yuanzi's eyes turned fierce, mimicking Li Shiwuwu's earlier actions, using the dagger to cut openings all over his body, starting to tear off his skin.

As he felt the vitality surging into his body, the regret and madness in his eyes grew, and his hands moved even faster.

Seeing this, Li Shiwuwu held his breath.

Immediately, he wielded a small knife, using its sharp blade to peel the skin from his arms and face.

And so it was.

A unique competition unfolded between master and disciple, a vivid contest of self-skinning.

Only one could successfully 'seed immortality' and seize the chance of immortality.