Chapter 1103: The Luck of the Left Historian Immortal

"Immortal of the Left Scribe, how could you be here?"

Qing He was utterly astounded. She had only just fetched the grand culinary compendium from the back kitchen to show Mengmeng, yet the moment she emerged, she found herself face-to-face with the Immortal of the Left Scribe, who had been missing for three hundred thousand years.

"Qing He?" Upon seeing Qing He, who had likewise vanished three hundred thousand years ago, the Immortal of the Left Scribe was equally struck with astonishment.

He could not comprehend why she would appear in this place.

Over all these years, he had lurked and hid, evading the perception of the Immortal of Nirvana. Today, in order to make his move, he had planned for a long time to ensure that the Immortal of Nirvana could not sense him, only then venturing out from his small world.

Qing He was also on the kill list, so how could she wander about so openly and casually?

Could it be that the Immortal of Nirvana had stopped killing, or perhaps she was already dead?

The Immortal of the Left Scribe could not understand it. Both possibilities were virtually non-existent, yet there was no other explanation for why Qing He would appear here.

Damn it, if only the Fruit of Insight Dao were still with him, he would not be in such a passive state at every turn.

"Left Scribe, how dare you show yourself here? Nirvana will kill you!" Though she did not know why he had appeared, Qing He knew that if the Immortal of the Left Scribe dared to show his face, his death was absolutely certain.

"For the sake of our past acquaintance, Qing He, do not meddle in this matter. I will leave once I take the embryonic form of the Fruit of Immortal Dao!"

"The embryonic form of the Fruit of Immortal Dao? Where is it?" The succession of unexpected events left Qing He temporarily unable to react, and then she remembered that Yun Mengmeng was still here.

"Mengmeng, you possess the embryonic form of the Fruit of Immortal Dao?!"

She had always thought Yun Mengmeng was merely an ordinary cultivator with whom she got along well!

If Yun Mengmeng was a half-immortal possessing the embryonic form of the Fruit of Immortal Dao, then who exactly were the First Master and Second Master she always spoke of?

"This is something I cultivated with great difficulty, you cannot have it!" Yun Mengmeng hugged herself, refusing the Immortal of the Left Scribe's proposal with deep alertness.

"That is no longer up to you!" The Immortal of the Left Scribe gave a sinister laugh; he had not come to seek the opinion of a mere slip of a girl.

"You still dare to rob me?!" Seeing that things boded ill, Yun Mengmeng turned and bolted. The sense of oppression the Immortal of the Left Scribe gave her was comparable to that of the Yuantian Corpse. If their strengths were similar, she would definitely be unable to defeat him!

How could Yun Mengmeng possibly escape before the Immortal of the Left Scribe? Setting aside the embryonic form of the Dao Fruit, Yun Mengmeng was only at the early stage of the Tribulation Transmutation realm, while the Immortal of the Left Scribe, though having lost his Fruit of Insight Dao, was still an immortal.

The early stage of Tribulation Transmutation and an immortal belonged to entirely different realms!

The Immortal of the Left Scribe extended his large hand and gripped Yun Mengmeng’s fair, tender neck. Yun Mengmeng struggled in agony as he made his move to snatch the embryonic form of the Dao Fruit.

"Immortal of the Left Scribe, stop!"

Qing He was furious. If the embryonic form of the Dao Fruit was forcibly taken away, a half-immortal would surely die!

"Noisy!"

The Immortal of the Left Scribe directly flung Yun Mengmeng through the air, sending her crashing into Qing He. The two of them collided and were hurled straight into the wall of the small shop!

"Qing He, out of respect for our old friendship, I will not snatch your embryonic form of the Fruit of Longevity Dao, but you must stay out of my business!"

The embryonic form of the Fruit of Longevity Dao was the same type of embryonic Dao fruit as that of the Daoist Master of Myriad Laws. It had two higher-ranking Dao fruits: the Fruit of Time Dao and the Fruit of Immortal Dao.

The possessor of the embryonic form of the Fruit of Longevity Dao had a lifespan nearing infinity, which was why Qing He could remain active from ancient times until the present day.

But unlike the Daoist Master of Myriad Laws, what Qing He possessed was an embryonic form of a Dao fruit that was close to completion. If the Immortal of Time and the Immortal Fairy were absent, she could become an immortal.

"Oh, you are a half-immortal too," Yun Mengmeng said in surprise. Xiao Zhi was truly right; wherever the Second Master was, half-immortals would appear.

"Is this the time to be talking about that?" Qing He felt that Yun Mengmeng was truly large-hearted, to still have the leisure to care about such things in the face of a life-and-death crisis.

"What is going on with this shop?" The Immortal of the Left Scribe was perplexed. This small shop seemed utterly ordinary, yet when he hurled Yun Mengmeng and Qing He just now, the shop did not even show a single crack?

Of course, the Immortal of the Left Scribe did not know that in order to keep Qing He from leaving the vicinity of the small shop, Hui Doudou had placed a restriction here. The existence of the restriction ensured that the small shop would not be destroyed.

After all, if the small shop were destroyed, there would be no scope of activity left to speak of.

"Run quickly!"

Qing He anxiously tried to buy time for Yun Mengmeng to escape, urging the embryonic form of the Fruit of Longevity Dao to slow down the flow of time.

But the speed of an immortal was simply too fast. Even with the flow of time slowed down, the Immortal of the Left Scribe still moved with complete freedom, keeping up with Qing He’s movements.

"Refusing a face-saving gesture, Azure Heaven Prison-Suppressing Hand!"

A massive hand descended from the heavens, shattering the restriction left by Hui Doudou and crushing the small shop into powder. Both Yun Mengmeng and Qing He were suppressed beneath the great hand!

Fortunately, the embryonic forms of their Dao fruits both possessed extremely powerful restorative capabilities. Although they looked somewhat disheveled, they had not actually sustained much injury.

"What happened?"

The entire Demon City was shocked. The battle of the Eight-Star Spirit Chefs had not ended long ago, so how could another incident have occurred?

Moreover, the commotion from this was clearly even greater than that during the Eight-Star Spirit Chef competition!

"To dare to strike within the Demon City, does this Emperor not exist to you?!" Zhu Tian, sitting in the imperial palace, was enraged. He flipped his table in one motion, sending spiritual fruits scattering all over the floor.

The opponent was simply lawless, completely disregarding him, the Demon Emperor!

Yun Mengmeng immediately ran. Now was not the time for everyone to face the enemy together. The target of the Immortal of the Left Scribe was herself; if she escaped, Qing He would be safe.

Qing He bit the tip of her tongue, determined to protect Yun Mengmeng no matter what.

"The Great Dao Seeds the Azure Lotus!"

An ethereal, profound melody resounded, signifying the boundlessness of the Great Dao. An azure lotus of chaos was born from the Great Dao, blooming to its absolute limit above Qing He’s head, magnificent to the extreme.

"Go!"

"I already said, you cannot escape."

The Immortal of the Left Scribe spoke calmly, his tone carrying an unquestionable weight. After so many tens of thousands of years, he could finally unleash his full power instead of hiding inside a jade pendant, living in constant fear and calculating day in and day out.

The Azure Lotus of the Great Dao smashed toward the Immortal of the Left Scribe. With a flick of his sleeve, he extended two chains of order that pierced through the Azure Lotus of the Great Dao, binding both Qing He and the distant, fleeing Yun Mengmeng back at the same time.

The two struggled in vain; the chains were forged from immortal gold and engraved with countless laws of order, entirely beyond their power to break free from.

Daoist Mingyuan, seeing the back of the Immortal of the Left Scribe dominating the world, could not stop his lips from curling upward.

In the struggle for the great era, one truly needed an immortal as a backer.

Snap.

Accompanied by a crisp snap of fingers, the two chains of order vanished into nothingness.

The pupils of the Immortal of the Left Scribe shrunk abruptly. This completely unreasonable, bone-chilling method... was the Fruit of Nirvana Dao!

"Are you alright?" A breathtakingly beautiful figure escorted Qing He back to the ground, asking with concern.

"I am fine." Qing He shook her head.

"Immortal of the Left Scribe, how bold of you to dare to lay a hand on my person!"

The beautiful figure comforted Qing He and appeared before the Immortal of the Left Scribe, an endless fury burning beneath her calm eyes. She herself could not bear to treat Qing He this way, so where did he get the audacity to do so?

"Nir-Nirvana Immortal!" Seeing the face that finally struck terror into him, the Immortal of the Left Scribe felt his hands and feet go cold, his speech turning into a stutter.

"So you are the Immortal of the Left Scribe, to dare to strike against someone of my Immortal Lineage!"

Another breathtakingly beautiful figure appeared, walking step by step toward the Immortal of the Left Scribe, her words completely unconcealed in their murderous intent.

"An-Another Nirvana Immortal? No, you are the Immortal Fairy!"

Upon seeing the Immortal Fairy, the Immortal of the Left Scribe had initially thought it was a clone of the Immortal of Nirvana. But the moment he recalled the phrase "Immortal Lineage" that had just been spoken, he instantly realized her identity!

The head of the five ancient immortals, the Immortal Fairy!

What kind of luck was this? To evade the Immortal of Nirvana, he had calculated for so long and finally made a move with great difficulty, only to end up provoking both the Immortal of Nirvana and the Immortal Fairy at the same time.

If either of these two had existed in the ancient era, they would have been invincible beings, sweeping across the world without rival.

A smile contorted the Face Immortal of the Left History, looking more wretched than a fit of weeping, as he squeezed out the words, "If I said I was merely playing with them just now, would you believe me?"