Chapter 462: The Brave Puppet Sect (5K4, thanks to the great Blue Fairy Alliance Leader)

Chapter 462: The Brave Puppet Sect (5K4, thanks to the great Blue Fairy Alliance Leader)



"Sect Leader Shen, this time..."

Liu Qianyun handed over a pile of documents, her expression somewhat complicated.

It was clear that the Southern Hong Seven Sons were serious this time.

This was a major matter concerning the position of the Nanyang Treasure Land Sect Master.

It was not something that could be brushed off with excuses of personal relationships or other pretexts.

If they were to offer help again, even her father might get caught in the crossfire. Interfering with the inheritance of the Sect Master's position without authorization would be punishable by death, even for a White Jade Capital cultivator!

"I understand."

Shen Yi nodded slightly and said softly, "Thank you for the help from the Qingyue Sect."

He was just not good at dealing with people, but he understood the situation clearly.

Since leaving the Southern Yang Sect, he had received considerable favors from the Qingyue Sect and Senior Xuanqing.

"Thank you for your understanding, Sect Leader."

Liu Qianyun pressed her lips together and then smiled, "But as we agreed before, sending someone to teach the technique is still valid... And this, keep it safe. It's my father's intention."

"He said that if you're too tired, don't force yourself."

"As long as you're alive, everything will be fine."

As she spoke, Liu Qianyun quietly slipped a decree into Shen Yi's sleeve, and then bowed deeply, "Sect Leader Shen, we bid farewell!"

She turned and left the Nanyang Treasure Land with a group of Qingyue Sect executives.

"..."

Shen Yi paused for a moment, then slowly walked back to the Ancestor Hall, "Is the Qingyue Sect Master a woman?"

Li Xuanqing looked up in confusion, "How do you know? Do you know Senior Uncle Ji?"

"Then it's fine."

Shen Yi shook his head and put away the decree.

He was just curious as to why there would be such unsolicited kindness in the world, and it turned out to be due to Senior Xuanqing's connections.

"Er."

Li Xuanqing withdrew his gaze, feeling that the Sect Master might have misunderstood something.

That Senior Uncle Ji was known for his indifference. It wasn't just that he had helped the Southern Yang Sect; even if Li Xuanqing died in front of him, this senior uncle might not intervene.

The reason he was polite to him was not because they had a particularly good relationship.

It was simply because he had been spanked by Senior Uncle Ji when he was young, leaving a psychological shadow.

...

In the Southern Yang Sect's Inner Hall.

Li Qingfeng meticulously flipped through the documents on the table and then took out the gold-inlaid jade register, matching each one accordingly.

As time passed, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, "These... Are these all vassals of the Southern Yang Sect? Are they mistaken?"

There were one hundred and eighty-two of them, and among them, any one picked at random possessed cultivators above the sixth layer of Returning to Void, capable of annihilating the entire Southern Yang Sect with a wave of their hand.

"Mind your own business."

Shen Yi sat beside him, also flipping through the documents.

Outside the hall, a group of Chen family cultivators in the Returning to Void realm, including Yu Zu, were all wearing Southern Yang executive robes, as long as they were above the third layer.

Unfortunately, there were still too few of them, barely a dozen or so in total.

"Hmm."

Li Qingfeng let out a sigh and glanced sideways, "It seems like there's a lot to do, but in fact, over eighty percent of them are just asking to borrow things... I've never heard of most of these items."

"Set them aside, pretend you didn't see them."

Shen Yi casually tossed the documents onto the table.

These supporters had just been transferred from the allied sects, and they were still using the Southern Yang Seven Sons' name outside, so no one dared to provoke them.

As for borrowing things... It was simply outrageous!

Sect Leader Shen's pockets were cleaner than his face. The last time Nie Jun came to inquire about the Dao Pillar's treasures, Shen Yi had taken them all to exchange for Phoenix Essence Blood, and he still owed the Qingyue Sect a batch of precious medicinal ingredients for refining the Heavenly Phoenix Pill.

"As for the remaining matters, aside from these trivialities, the rest might be a bit troublesome."

Li Qingfeng stared at Shen Yi, knowing how impressive his journey had been, but the time was still too short.

To bear the responsibilities of an entire sect with just one person, tsk.

"Sect Master, should we just close the sect's formation and continue as before..."

"You're so free, aren't you?" Shen Yi patted him on the back of his head.

If they closed the formation now, wouldn't the old dog's killing have been in vain? Senior Xuanqing didn't go out for a stroll just to embarrass himself.

Li Qingfeng helplessly withdrew his gaze and picked up a document, "This should be the most urgent one. The Puppet Sect has been infiltrated by demons for a full half month now."

"We are willing to follow the Sect Master to subdue the demons!"

Several uninjured elders of the Chen family, all at the fourth layer of Returning to Void, stepped forward vigorously.

Although they had only been in the Southern Yang Sect for a short time, they had already seen the current situation clearly.

With the merits of serving the Dragon, how could they give up?

This was a rare opportunity that the Chen family had earned through generations of virtue.

Not to mention, just wearing this executive robe was something they wouldn't have dared to imagine in the past.

Moreover, aside from the Southern Yang Sect, where else would accept them now?

"Bring a few experienced elders."

Shen Yi put away the document and stood up, heading towards the hall's exit.

In terms of combat strength, if he couldn't handle it himself, sending these people would be pointless.

However, as outsiders, they were undoubtedly more experienced in handling such matters.

"The rest can be assigned some trivial tasks, try to minimize casualties."

Currently, there were too few people in the sect to withstand losses.

Shen Yi didn't want to return and find everyone dead.

Soon, three Chen family elders followed him.

Li Qingfeng looked at the remaining ten people who were glancing at each other in confusion and shook his head, "Don't you understand?"

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in surprise.

It didn't make sense for the sect master's followers to do such a cowardly thing when he was going out to take risks.

"You'll get used to it."

Li Qingfeng stood up leisurely and explained, "This is why, within the inner sect, at least nine out of ten people are willing to die for him."

"However."

Li Qingfeng's tone changed, "Our Sect Master is kind-hearted, but when he takes action, he is decisive. I hope you won't have the chance to witness that scene."

The Chen family members' faces slightly changed.

In fact, they had already witnessed it.

That raging and fierce sea of fire still lingered in their eyes.

"Get to work."

Li Qingfeng didn't mean to overstep his boundaries; he was just a small follower of Shen Yi now.

He merely hoped that these people would not misunderstand Shen Yi's kindness and cause unnecessary trouble.

Sect Leader Shen was not only skilled in slaying demons, but he was also ruthless when it came to killing humans.

Outside the Nanyang Sect.

Shen Yi did not change into the white robes of the Nanyang Sect but remained in his black robe.

There were reasons for this, and it was not just to avoid attracting too much attention. Sect Leader Shen personally handled all matters, and if word got out, it would inevitably cause others to look down upon the Nanyang Sect.

Although he had never cared about such superficial titles, the Nanyang Sect was in dire need of them now.

E'er could only harden his expression, feeling helpless as he sought to reclaim these 182 families.

Three Chen Clan elders, each at the fourth layer of Returning to Void, followed behind, wearing Nanyang scribe robes, and they exuded a somewhat imposing aura.

"Sect Leader, it seems like they are avoiding us," one of the elders said, looking ahead with a hint of bewilderment.

Whether it was the seven families of Southern Flood or the executives or outer gate elders, as soon as they saw Shen Yi, they turned and left without hesitation, like mice seeing a cat.

"..."

Shen Yi paid them no heed and followed the route recorded in the register, heading forward.

These people, clinging to their status, would never willingly follow a junior in performing the grand ceremony for the sect leader, so they simply avoided it altogether.

But that was fine; it saved a lot of trouble.

Shen Yi lowered his gaze to the register in his hand.

According to the golden register, the Puppet Sect was considered a mid-tier existence among these 182 families, despite their not-so-high cultivation.

With their puppet techniques, they were not afraid even when encountering demons at the sixth layer of Returning to Void.

Initially, they had not sought help but only wanted to borrow some heavenly materials and treasures to repair their spirit puppets. However, they had not received a response for a long time.

Who knew what the situation was now.

The journey was not too far, and without any transportation treasure, it only took three days.

Shen Yi soon saw the majestic sect ahead.

"Ah."

Several elders of the Chen Clan simultaneously exhaled.

Although they wore the Nanyang scribe robes, facing a power that was obviously stronger than the Chen Clan, they couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated.

After all, they were not from an immortal sect and did not possess that innate superiority complex.

Especially when they sensed the powerful aura gathered within the sect, this feeling only deepened.

"Sect Leader, this doesn't seem like a demon invasion."

One of the Chen Clan elders looked at Shen Yi with confusion. If it were a demon invasion, how could it be so calm? These powerful cultivators wouldn't have the leisure to gather like this.

"Let's go in and take a look."

Although Shen Yi didn't want to make a wasted trip, he didn't want to see corpses littering the place either.

At the same time, in the deepest part of the Puppet Sect, on a high platform.

Numerous people were divided into three groups, occupying the entire platform. The one on the far right, dressed in gray, had various puppets beside him, clearly indicating that he was the master of this place.

Five people sat in front, leaving an empty chair.

This person stood up, and compared to the other five elders, he was obviously much younger, appearing to be in his middle age, but his status was no less than theirs.

With a solemn expression, he shouted to the surroundings, "Yang Lin, on behalf of the Puppet Sect, expresses gratitude to the Zhao Family and Qinghai Prefecture for their assistance. However, as the demons have not yet retreated, I have taken the liberty of inviting both parties here, not for idle chat, but to discuss something more important."

Upon hearing this, the people from the Zhao Family and Qinghai Prefecture turned their gazes towards him, but they showed no signs of confusion, as if they had expected it.

"I believe our two allies have already received the news that the seven great immortal sects of Southern Flood have abandoned us."

Yang Lin closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

But he was interrupted by the elder from Qinghai Prefecture, "The news we received is not like that. It's not a matter of abandonment; they are simply returning us to the Nanyang Immortal Sect."

"Nanyang Immortal Sect?"

Yang Lin opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows, suppressing the dissatisfaction in his heart, "What Nanyang Immortal Sect? That was a matter of ten million years ago. Were you even born then? Have you ever seen the Nanyang Immortal Sect with your own eyes?"

With just one sentence, he silenced the elder from Qinghai Prefecture.

The strongest among them was only at the sixth layer of Returning to Void. How could they have lived through such a long time?

The rest of the people fell silent as well.

Yang Lin was satisfied and withdrew his gaze, his eyes becoming sharper, "It's better to rely on oneself than others. Since the seven families of Southern Flood no longer intend to protect us, we cannot just sit and wait for death. It's better for the three of us to join forces and seek self-preservation in Southern Flood."

Before he finished speaking, the expressions of the people present finally changed.

They had guessed that the Puppet Sect would bring up this matter, and they knew that during this demon disaster, the seven families of Southern Flood had ignored them, so they must have harbored resentment.

But they never expected Mr. Yang to speak these words so boldly.

After all, these powers were all supported by the Nanyang Sect, generation after generation, up until today.

How could they be so hasty after just a few days?

Looking at the group of people from the Puppet Sect, the five seated elders all lowered their gazes, staring at the ground with a hint of struggle, but they did not stand up to refute anything.

The elder from Qinghai Prefecture pondered for a moment, guessing the situation.

This time, when the Puppet Sect encountered the demon disaster, even the sect's foundation spirit puppet was damaged. It was only because Yang Lin had found the heavenly materials and treasures needed for repairs that they managed to hold on until the arrival of their reinforcements.

The most critical moment had come.

At this thought, he spoke in a gentle voice, "We came here only to help the Puppet Sect out of its predicament and have not considered what will happen afterward. I advise Fellow Daoist Yang to focus on the present."

"What's the use of retreating from this demon disaster?" Yang Lin suddenly raised his voice, "Have you not seen it clearly? How foolish! Without the protection of the seven families of Southern Flood, demon disasters like this will only become more frequent in the future! Do you still pin your hopes on the so-called Nanyang Immortal Sect and pay that exorbitant tribute?"

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves, his face turning red, "Today, let's speak frankly. I've heard about the matter of the seven families of Southern Flood. That so-called Nanyang Sect is nothing more than a group of Qi Condensation and Foundation Establishment cultivators native to the treasure land, with only a few cultivators at the early stages of Returning to Void. They even angered the allied sects."

"Would you entrust your tribute to such an existence?"

Angered the allied sects? These few words once again silenced the people present.

Upon seeing this, a hint of sinister glee flashed in Yang Lin's eyes, and he shouted, "If you want to pay tribute, that's your business. But our Puppet Sect will not! We worked hard to gather these things, and now you want to use them to feed a bunch of cowards who only know how to hide in the sect's treasure land!"

"If you want to, let them come and collect it themselves!"

Yang Lin stood in the middle of the crowd, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone's faces, but not a single person dared to meet his eyes.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Until a detached voice came from the sky above.

"The Nanyang Sect has arrived. Who is in charge here?"

Along with the voice, the densely packed crowd instinctively looked up into the sky.

Three white-haired elders stood with their hands hanging by their sides.

The black robes they wore fluttered slightly, and the silver thread embroidery of the Nanyang pattern on them was blindingly bright.

Behind the three executives, there was also a tall figure in a black robe, calmly looking down from above, as if he hadn't heard the previous words of the crowd.

"Heh."

Yang Lin's eyelids twitched. The atmosphere he had worked so hard to create was quickly shattered the moment this group appeared.

Sure enough, led by Qinghai Prefecture, including the Puppet Sect members, they all stood up involuntarily, wanting to bow to those figures.

"Stand up! Don't kneel!"

Yang Lin turned around with a hideous expression, clenching his fists tightly, "Haven't you understood yet? After waiting for half a month, we only waited for a few Return to Emptiness Fourth Layer cultivators. What are they doing here now? Are they here to feed the demons, or do they want to collect one last tribute while we're unaware?"

The crowd hesitated.

Several Chen family elders frowned slightly, trying to remain calm.

They were just bluffing.

One sentence couldn't stop this crowd, and the effect of the executive robe on their bodies would only weaken.

Seeing that the crowd still hadn't bowed, the Chen family elder with the thinnest skin subconsciously looked at Shen Yi.

This situation was extremely strange.

Their Chen family was one of the forces protected by the Southern Flood Seven Sons.

Putting themselves in the other's shoes, even if they encountered the same situation, even if their attitude had changed, it wouldn't be so quick, and it would be impossible to say it openly.

If they only wanted to protect themselves, there was no need to offend an Immortal Sect with a Fusion Dao Land. Even a skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

This... seemed more like deliberately embarrassing Sect Leader Shen.

"Uh."

The next moment, the Chen family elder saw Shen Yi calmly descending without haste, and hurried to follow after snapping out of his daze.

No matter what, as long as the Sect Leader hadn't spoken.

They could only endure.

"You..."

Yang Lin stared at the youth who had suddenly landed on the high platform, and found that the other party's expression was calm, and he was slowly walking towards him.

As Shen Yi took each step, the surrounding crowd gradually lowered their heads.

He couldn't imagine that if this youth opened his mouth to speak, would his previous efforts be instantly in vain?

"Stop right there! Who gave you permission to intrude on my Puppet Sect!"

As he spoke, Yang Lin clapped his palms, and behind him, an eight-zhang-tall tiger-shaped spirit puppet suddenly appeared, its body glowing with crimson light, its face ferocious and lifelike, not at all like a lifeless object.

This was the Puppet Sect's treasure for suppressing the sect.

A crimson-bearded blood claw puppet comparable to the Sixth Level of Returning to Emptiness.

The spirit puppet, which had just been repaired, now had several new wounds, which was why the other Puppet Sect cultivators watched helplessly as Yang Lin acted recklessly.

"If you don't stop, don't blame me for being impolite."

Yang Lin tried to remain calm, glancing at a certain direction subconsciously.

At this point, there was no turning back.

Thinking of this, his eyes turned hideous, and he pinched the spell with his fingers. Behind him, the crimson-bearded blood claw puppet let out a thick roar that shook the forest, and the crimson light within it soared into the sky.

The massive and robust body stepped out, landing heavily in front of Shen Yi.

Its blood-red eyes showed the same expression as Yang Lin.

It looked down at the thin figure below.

This action almost scared the crowd into fainting, and even the few elders of the Puppet Sect couldn't help but rush out, "Yang Lin, why are you making things so difficult? Stop immediately!"

"I don't want to make things difficult, I just want him to leave the Puppet Sect obediently."

Yang Lin's hoarse voice came from the mouth of the crimson-bearded blood claw puppet.

Several Chen family elders, facing a spirit puppet with such a terrifying cultivation level, twitched their faces slightly, but still stood firmly behind Shen Yi.

They had witnessed even more terrifying things.

Sure enough, Shen Yi never stopped walking, as if he hadn't heard Yang Lin's words, and his eyes didn't even glance at the ferocious crimson-bearded blood claw puppet.

As he walked in front of the crimson-bearded blood claw puppet.

He still maintained a calm and unhurried demeanor, as if he hadn't even moved his fingers.

But in the ears of the crowd, there was a deafening roar!

Crack!

The massive crimson-bearded blood claw puppet shattered and flew backwards!

The crimson light shattered! Those extremely precious materials didn't even last a breath before turning into powder.

Under the pouring of terrifying force, the remaining spirit puppet's broken body buried Yang Lin's body, and blood oozed from the cracks, staining the stone platform red.

The spirit puppet's broken body trembled slightly, and the person buried within it soon stopped breathing.

It was only at this moment that the terrifying roar slowly dissipated.

"..."

Shen Yi passed by the Puppet Sect members, who were as stiff as wooden chickens, without a glance. He casually pulled a chair, walked to the front, dusted off his clothes, and leaned back.

"Ah."

The crowd breathed heavily, staring at the calm figure.

In an instant, they uncontrollably knelt on the ground, "We welcome the Immortal from the Nanyang Sect. Your arrival at the Puppet Sect is an honor. Please forgive us for not greeting you from afar!"

Shen Yi casually scanned the front and spoke without any change in his voice, "No need to kneel, speak your business."

Several Chen family elders stood behind the chairs, looking at the undulating heads in front of them, and suddenly felt that this scene was very familiar.

In fact, most people were quite normal.

It was just that Yang Lin... was he always this brave? Shen Yi quietly leaned back in the chair, and his gaze inadvertently glanced at a certain direction, adding a hint of coldness to his lips.

The matter had been made clear, but these hidden arrows still refused to stop.

(End of Chapter)

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