Chapter 166: Emerald Sun Cultivation Realm
Chapter 166: Emerald Sun Cultivation Realm
"Saving a life is but a simple act."
Lv Yang waved off Chen Xinghai's gratitude with a warm smile. "If you insist on repaying the favor, just answer a few questions for me."
Lv Yang had decided to polish his reputation while venturing overseas.
The True Men of the Holy Sect misunderstood him so thoroughly that nothing he did could convince them of his goodness. But here, beyond the seas, no one knew his name. This was his chance to reshape his image, spread tales of his virtue, and indulge his vanity.
After all, hadn't he once dreamed of becoming a wandering sword immortal—cutting down tyrants, aiding the oppressed? Circumstances had forced his hand, binding him to the Holy Sect for survival. Yet he'd never lost his moral compass.
"Roar—!"
Suddenly, a shadow surged from the depths, and a white Blacksacle Wyrm erupted from the waves, shrieking toward Lv Yang.
"Annoying."
Lv Yang's eyes flickered. A single glance cleaved the beast in two. Its blood dyed the ocean crimson, the stench of gore rising sharply—until Lv Yang's sleeve swept through the air, dispelling the odor and drawing the corpse into his Ethereal Maelstrom. Chen Xinghai watched, horrified, as the wyrm’s severed halves twitched, then vanished in a thunderous explosion of divine lightning.
Ashes scattered. Gone in an instant.
Good grief, Chen Xinghai swallowed hard, this guy’s erasing evidence so ruthlessly—is he a demonic cultivator?
He hurried forward, bowing deeply. "Esteemed Master, ask whatever you wish! I’ll speak without reservation."
Satisfied, Lv Yang nodded. "Where are we now?"
Chen Xinghai hesitated, then blurted, "The Chaotic Currents Sea of the Emerald Sun Cultivation Realm, Esteemed Master."
"Biyang... cultivation realm?" Lv Yang frowned, probing the world’s laws, only to find the threads of fate clouded. Fixing Chen Xinghai with a piercing stare, he hesitated—this mortal’s thoughts were already tinged with suspicion. Could he discern the truth through questions alone?
"Still, Soul Scrying is faster."
At his mental command, Chen Xinghai stiffened, his eyes widening in terror as Lv Yang’s gaze pierced his Spirit Sea. To prevent errors, Lv Yang extended his Divine Consciousness, sweeping the entire ship. A trivial feat for a Foundation-Builder confronting mortals. None would suffer harm—though a few might find the intrusion unsettling. Efficiency justified it.
"Nothing wrong with being good", Lv Yang mused, while Chen Xinghai’s pupils turned white.
In moments, Lv Yang mastered the Emerald Sun’s secrets—his expression darkening.
The Immortal Alliance governs the realm!
Five Elements Spirit Roots, cultivation techniques: Refining Qi, Foundation-Building, Golden Core...
"Impossible!"
Lv Yang stumbled back, heart pounding. This realm has Golden Core Sovereigns?!
Deeper memories surfaced.
The Emerald Sun spans 108 islands. Though dotted with sects and immortal clans, all bow to one power—the Immortal Alliance.
Chen Xinghai himself is a sea-dweller of the Alliance, harvesting spirit-fish and salvaging shipwrecks. Millions share his trade, extracting endless treasures from the ocean.
The weight of revelation pressed on Lv Yang. Chen Xinghai had even glimpsed a Nascent Soul Formation Sovereign—perhaps even higher existences lurked beyond.
Nascent Soul...? Lv Yang’s breath caught. This realm may hold a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Suddenly, his gaze sharpened.
That Blacksacle Wyrm—was it a patrolling beast of the Immortal Alliance?
Yet he’d detected no ownership mark. Wild beasts only were his prey.
Then understanding struck. The Emerald Sun lacked techniques to enslave spirit beasts, relying on mundane taming methods. Escapes were common. Lv Yang exhaled, half-irritated, half-amused. My cultivation’s too lofty. A careless oversight.
Still, unease gnawed at him.
The slain Wyrm would draw attention. The Immortal Alliance’s enforcers would come. He must stay hidden—for now.
With a flick of his finger, he erased all traces of their encounter from the crew’s minds, then vanished.
When Chen Xinghai awoke, only the memory of escaping the Ethereal Maelstrom remained.
"Fortune spared us", they murmured, unaware.
Then a beam of light streaked across the horizon.
Lv Yang watched as a mid-stage Refining Qi cultivator descended—a middle-aged man in a cloud-patterned robe, a Sword Core floating behind him. The cultivator scanned the wreckage, frowning.
"Someone slew my patrolling beast. You", he barked at Chen Xinghai. "Did you see strangers?"
"None, Honored Master."
"Hmph." The cultivator’s gaze lingered on Chen Xinghai’s battered vessel. "This ship bears signs of heavenly tribulation—caught in the Ethereal Maelstrom, I presume? But what fool risks such waters?"
Chen Xinghai braced himself. "The Maelstrom shifted, Honored Master! I swear—!"
"Proof?"
Silence. The Maelstrom left no proof.
"Without evidence, this reeks of fraud", the cultivator declared. "No compensation for you."
Then, leaning closer, he whispered, "But I know a contact at the Alliance shipyard. Mention me, and he’ll give eighty percent off repairs. Ten-year installments, low interest—reasonable terms."
Lv Yang’s brow twitched.
This Immortal Alliance... feels oddly familiar.
(End of Chapter)
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