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Chapter 472: Xuan Qing's Gift (6K)
Chapter 472: Xuan Qing's Gift (6K)
In the vast southern lands of Nan Hong, the Seven Sons of the Immortal Sect stood tall. A sense of impending doom loomed as if a storm was about to batter the city to ruins.
A yaomo demon, having reached the eighth level of the Reverse Void, would typically serve as a vanguard general in the Dragon Palace. Yet, it had now captured the attention of countless White Jade Capital cultivators.
Seated quietly within their cave abodes, their thoughts began to wander. The passion for cultivation, long dormant and forgotten, now stirred once more.
Each of these cultivators had a past that would leave others in awe, and their legendary prowess was sung about by their disciples. However, beneath this fame lay hearts weary from countless years of waiting, their Daoist hearts worn thin by the torment of time.
"... "
A figure clad in a golden-threaded white robe glided across the sky, not yet reaching the hovering cloud carvings. Wei Yuanzhou felt the oppressive weight of countless divine senses converging upon him, their malicious intent barely veiled.
His expression turned cold as he slowly turned to face them.
In that instant of spiritual sense contact, nine-tenths of the prying eyes withdrew, their malicious intent diminishing, leaving only a hint of curiosity.
Wei Yuanzhou calmly stepped into the light screen. As his figure disappeared, whispers emanated from the spirit tablets, each complaining to their trusted confidants.
"So he's the good guy, and we're the villains?"
"How can we know if Sect Master Shen is qualified to preside over the treasure land without putting him through trials?"
"Does Brother Yuanzhou intend to spoil Shen Yi into becoming another Elder Xuan Qing?"
"Even before inheriting the Lingyun treasure land, he's already acting like the sect master. How absurd! Why not just have him oversee all seven sects and change our name to the Wei family of Nan Hong?"
Evidently, these cultivators were greatly disappointed that Shen Yi had not sent out a distress call, dashing their expectations. Not only had they missed a golden opportunity, but Wei Yuanzhou's departure from the sect also implied that he was a supporter of the Nanyang Sect. It might even suggest that the Lingyun Sect would shield their subordinate.
With this turn of events, it seemed all but certain that Shen Yi would make it to the Seven Sons Assembly. Their hopes, like a mirage, had vanished.
However, these people's thoughts had no impact on Wei Yuanzhou.
He returned to the Lingyun Sect, calmly stepping into the ancestral hall, and stood before the statue with his hands clasped.
"So, did he accept your favor?" The towering statue of the sect master's ancestor asked, its eyes glimmering.
Wei Yuanzhou bowed respectfully before straightening up and replying earnestly, "This matter has nothing to do with me. It was all Sect Master Shen's doing."
"..."
Hearing these words, the ancestor statue fell silent for a moment, then asked, sounding slightly surprised, "Are you saying he already possesses the strength to defeat those sea serpents in the Treading Sea Waters?"
To make the ancestor of the sect, a grand existence at the Unity realm, alter his tone was no small feat, even if it was due to addressing his most favored disciple.
"At the fifth level of the Reverse Void, he has four Celestial Palaces and commands two Spirit Laws. Among them, his Spirit Formation has reached a minor achievement, showing potential akin to that of Elder Xuan Qing," Wei Yuanzhou sighed.
"That's just the bare minimum," the ancestor statue chuckled. "Xuan Qing, even as he broke through the ninth level of the Reverse Void, maintained his Celestial Palaces. Even at the most challenging stage of the Reverse Void perfection, he possessed three first-grade Daoist Pillars, forging three layers of Celestial Palaces. Back then, he made us old fellows green with envy."
"He came from the Deep Abyss and was nurtured by the Nanyang Sect Master. As for Xuan Qing, he was favored by our sect master," Wei Yuanzhou slightly raised his gaze, not fearing to offend Xuan Qing, as he himself was in a similar position.
Being personally taught by the sect master, he enjoyed treatment vastly different from that of other cultivators.
To call it a world of difference would not be an exaggeration.
"Never mind," the Lingyun Sect Master had no intention of dwelling on the matter. Upon reaching the Unity realm, they rarely concerned themselves with the process, focusing instead on the outcome.
The path of cultivation was filled with endless variables, and it was futile to try and calculate everything.
There was no such thing as a future Unity realm cultivator.
Either you were, or you weren't.
"Since it has nothing to do with you, why did you make that face earlier?" The ancestor statue mused, his eyes lowered.
"A bunch of insignificant people, nothing to be afraid of," Wei Yuanzhou raised an eyebrow, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Do I look like I fear a few extra glances? Let's see if they dare to bother me directly."
As master and disciple conversed, figures began returning from outside, heading towards the six great immortal sects.
They quickly entered their respective cave abodes and hastily recounted everything they had witnessed.
Almost simultaneously, the spirit tablets within these six great sects began buzzing with the name Shen Yi.
Mentions of Celestial Palaces and Spirit Laws caused the expressions of those within the cave abodes to shift.
"..."
Among them were those who had been closely monitoring the Nanyang Sect, and their usually stoic faces now wore looks of bewilderment.
The information they had gathered from start to finish was right before their eyes, yet it simply didn't add up.
Each message seemed to describe a different cultivator, and now these spies were telling them that it was all the same person?! Absurd!
In the bamboo building of Qingyue Sect, Liu Shiqian stared at the two spirit tablets on the table. One remained silent, while the other flashed incessantly.
Elder Chi Yang, who had just returned, picked up his tablet and teased, "You're truly despised by all. Even with such exciting news, no one wants to chat with you."
At these words, Liushi Qian closed his eyes. "What if they find that the task is impossible? What then?"
"Naturally, those who can calm down will do so, and those who can't will go into seclusion to cool off, pretending that the treasure of Nanyang never existed," Elder Chiyang said without even needing to hear the voices from the message tablets; he could easily guess the thoughts of his fellow cultivators, as they all shared the same predicament.
"And the rest?" Liushi Qian opened his eyes, his expression grave.
"The rest..." Elder Chiyang's face twitched, and his tone turned somber. "Take a risk and gamble with their lives?"
To be honest, not every cultivator could remain as calm as a still well. Especially those proud geniuses who had once tasted glory, each of them had risked their lives to reach the heights of the White Jade Capital.
To gamble once more... it didn't seem like much.
What were the six sect leaders thinking? Did they truly believe they had become immortals after achieving unity with the Dao?
Talking about going with the flow...
If they ended up turning their weapons against each other, it wouldn't be something they could easily cover up.
...
Nanyang Sect.
Shen Yi had returned to the mountain peak at some point.
[Beheading a Grey Scale Water Demon of the Returning Void realm. Total lifespan: 198,000 years. Remaining lifespan: 150,200 years. Absorption complete.]
[Remaining lifespan of Yaomo Demons: 379,000 years.]
This was the first water demon of the Yaomo race that Shen Yi had encountered, one that was renowned as a "prideful genius."
However, judging from its total lifespan, it was inferior even to the Golden Sparrow Young Master. While it was indeed stronger than the average Yaomo demon, its bloodline seemed to have held it back when compared to its reputation.
Was it a fake?
Shen Yi pondered for a moment before suddenly thinking of another possibility.
Perhaps there was also the concept of comprehension within the Yaomo race. After all, he had once encountered a fox demon from the Greenhill who relied on its wits to survive.
With this in mind, Shen Yi no longer hesitated and began by condensing the Suppressing Stone, then proceeded to gather the Yaomo demon's origin using its lifespan.
This Yaomo demon seemed to have experienced quite a lot, as its will was relatively stable, which was the opposite of the other demons he had encountered.
Despite being over 40,000 years old, it took five Yaomo demon origins to reshape it completely.
"Daohai pays respect to my master."
The water demon, appearing as a silver-armored youth, bowed respectfully to Shen Yi.
Shen Yi didn't hurry to put it into the Suppressing Stone, as he now only had one remaining second-grade Suppressing Stone, which wasn't enough to assemble the six Daoist Pillars. There was no need to rush.
He glanced at the demon, "Which are you more skilled in, spirit formations or fist and palm techniques?"
"Reporting to my master... I'd say fist and palm techniques," General Daohai replied after some hesitation, choosing the latter.
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Yi had already recalled him into the panel.
The vast lifespan of the Yaomo demon poured into the Tianyan Six Nine.
[First year: You begin imparting Xuan Qing's insights to General Daohai, hoping that he will quickly understand this set of fist and palm spirit laws.]
Using his own lifespan to impart a spirit law to a Yaomo demon...
Shen Yi felt a sense of discomfort in his heart.
However, what happened next made his mood even more complex.
[1,300 years: General Daohai has completely comprehended Xuan Qing's insights and has reached a level comparable to yours. Together, you begin attempting to decipher the next stage of the Tianyan Six Nine.]
Seeing that General Daohai showed no signs of dissipation after coming into contact with the spirit law, Shen Yi gradually relaxed.
Perhaps it was because he had a Yaomo companion that the feedback from the panel wasn't as intense as when he had practiced the Guihu Immortal Armor Formation previously.
[17,000 years: After moving beyond Xuan Qing's insights, both you and General Daohai find yourselves facing greater challenges. You push yourself to the limit, hoping for a breakthrough.]
With their combined efforts, the confusion in Shen Yi's mind gradually cleared.
His entire field of vision was occupied by a pitch-black sky.
Although it was called the Tianyan Six Nine, this technique was obviously far from reaching the level of "Dao." It was merely borrowing this name, actually aiming to first understand ten thousand laws and then break through them, a clumsy method.
No wonder Xuan Qing lost interest after gaining insight into it.
Coincidentally, both Shen Yi and General Daohai were not the type to be nurtured in a gentle environment.
They had both experienced endless slaughter and possessed extremely rich combat experience.
As the Yaomo demon's lifespan rapidly diminished...
[67,000 years: General Daohai assists you in breaking through the barriers, pushing the Tianyan Six Nine to a new level.]
[Returning Void (Spirit). Tianyan Six Nine: Minor Achievement]
Shen Yi did not get up but remained immersed in the profound sky, continuing his deductions.
An unknown amount of time passed until the remaining lifespan of the Yaomo demon was completely exhausted.
Countless panel prompts flashed by, but they failed to attract Shen Yi's attention.
He staggered to his feet.
Staring at his palm, he slightly curled his fingers as if grasping the entire sky.
The Tianyan Six Nine had long since reached major achievement, but the path to perfection was still far off.
In the end, a Yaomo demon was still a Yaomo demon. Forcing it to cultivate a human spirit law, with its lifespan, it could barely break through to major achievement in its old age, but after expending its lifespan for 300,000 years, it had ultimately paid the price.
How dangerous was this journey?
How many fellow sect members wanted to kill him along the way?
It was just a treasure land, a path to ascension. Why should it be his? If strength was the deciding factor, then all would be decided in White Jade Capital, where the strong reigned supreme. Without true life-and-death battles, who would willingly admit they were weaker?
Xuan Qing had clearly experienced this once before, which explained his actions.
At that moment, Li Qingfeng hurried over with a few others in tow.
"Sect Master, they're back." Li Qingfeng's face was wreathed in smiles, a change from his usual demeanor.
As he stepped aside, Shen Yi raised his eyes and spotted a familiar figure among the group of executives. "You went out?"
"I wanted to do something." Nie Jun replied softly, his eyes betraying a hint of fatigue.
Once known as Xuanjian Zhenren, famed for his raw talent, his cultivation heart remained unwavering even after witnessing the strength of so many powerful cultivators upon the opening of the Nanyang Treasure Land.
"I want to take action, but I'm no match for them," Nie Jun continued, his voice filled with dejection.
Li Qingfeng looked at him in surprise, as everyone was aware of Nie Jun's fearless nature. It was unlikely that he would be concerned about whether he could win or lose a fight. If not for the fact that he had been beaten half to death in the past, he wouldn't have become a disciple of Wutong Mountain.
Nie Jun's hesitation was probably due to his concern about causing trouble for Shen Yi.
"There are still two months left until the Seven Sons Assembly. I plan to report this to the Sect Master after the event is over," Nie Jun said with a self-deprecating smile, his grip on the hilt of his sword tightening as if he were about to crush it.
He had finally become the kind of person he despised the most.
Considering the bigger picture and worrying about the consequences—these were not the traits he once possessed. Even his master had failed to change his headstrong nature, but now, after following Shen Yi, his outlook seemed to be gradually shifting.
As Nie Jun finished speaking, the executors from Qinghaifu and the Chen family exchanged glances, their faces clouded with worry. Although they didn't know what the Tao Yuan Manor was up to, the fact that they had approached Nie Jun, who seemed to be the weakest among them, indicated that they didn't want the Nanyang Sect to know about their plans.
In their eyes, Nie Jun's strength wasn't enough for him to have any significant connections within the Nanyang Sect.
Regardless, the matter involved the lives of mortals. If word got out, it would tarnish the reputation of the immortal sect.
However, they could understand Nie Jun's concerns. At least for the next two months, Shen Yi needed stability, and it would be best if the Nanyang Sect didn't have to get involved in any conflicts.
The upcoming Seven Sons Assembly took priority.
What they didn't notice was Li Qingfeng's face turning deathly pale as he muttered, "Oh no!"
Knowing Shen Yi as he did, Li Qingfeng feared that a major incident was about to unfold.
And indeed, Shen Yi didn't keep them waiting. With a casual glance at Nie Jun, he snapped his fingers at his waist, and the pendant of the Flying Sword of Black Light transformed into a stream of light that landed at his feet.
His calm voice resonated in the surroundings.
"Lead the way."
(End of Chapter)
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