Chapter 491: I Am the Dragon Slaying Daoist

Chapter 491: I Am the Dragon Slaying Daoist

Tick. Tock.

The dark red blood flowed down the spear blade, dripping onto the ground and seeping through the cracks in the stone bricks, spreading beyond the hall, and then transforming into a faint blood mist amidst the clear water waves.

Shen Yi withdrew the dragon lance from the slender, fair-skinned neck of the beautiful woman.

Her face was filled with disbelief and terror. Even in death, she couldn't comprehend how someone could stride into her palace with such arrogance, crush her son's chest, and then swiftly pierce her with a lance.

She was no ordinary aquatic demon, but the official wife of the Sixth Prince, known as the Dragon Consort.

The guards who were supposed to protect the hall, her brother who was comparable to the White Jade Capital's, and even the Sixth Prince himself, seemed to have vanished. No one paid any attention to what was happening here.

Was this still the Dragon Palace, the ruler of Southern Flood?

"..."

Su Hongxiu suddenly felt a bit uneasy.

They had agreed to kill the entire family.

She had even prepared her spirit art, but she never got the chance to act.

Logically, when the two of them entered, the guards should have rushed forward, but until now, the entire hall remained empty, and outside, it was equally silent.

She looked outside the hall with a hint of confusion.

Her pupils slightly contracted.

At some point, the dense blood mist had enveloped the entire hall, like a giant mouth ready to devour people, or a grotesquely exaggerated monster.

Within the blood mist, corpses floated into the hall.

Dozens of bodies piled up at the hall's entrance, including three Great Demons of the Twelfth Layer of Return to Void.

Following this, streams of light rushed in, quickly entering Shen Yi's forehead.

Only then did the blood mist outside slowly dissipate, washed away by the water.

"Phew."

Su Hongxiu released the spirit art from her fingertips. She suddenly realized something.

Sect Leader Shen had a means to control puppets, but the other party had never mentioned it. He only had one spirit puppet... and just now, there were at least seven or eight streams of light.

Of course, even if those seven or eight streams of light were all Great Demons of the Twelfth Layer of Return to Void, comparable to the White Jade Capital's spirit puppets, it wasn't enough to make Su Hongxiu lose her color.

What truly astonished her was that she didn't sense any fluctuations in their auras.

When these spirit puppets went to kill the demons, they managed to conceal their presence to the extreme, even blocking their spiritual senses.

A group of such powerful beings, resembling ghostly assassins.

This was a bit terrifying.

[Remaining Demon Lifespan: 2,230,300 years]



Previously, the condensation of the foundation stone had taken 1770,000 years, almost depleting Shen Yi's foundation. But in the blink of an eye, not only had the consumption been replenished, but there was even more.

"Is that all?"

Shen Yi adjusted his emotions and turned to look at the woman, his attitude becoming much gentler.

"..."

Su Hongxiu stared at the youth's bloodstained palms and then discreetly glanced at the hint of kindness in his expression, feeling something was amiss.

The more he killed, the better he felt?

This didn't seem like the temperament of a Celestial Talent cultivator... especially since he was the sect master.

Su Hongxiu wanted to remind him, but she felt it wasn't her place, so she just shook her head and said, "I think that's all."

This Seventh Dragon Descendant, when setting up the trap to kill them, hadn't borrowed any of the Dragon Palace's people. He only brought his own generals and the demons from his mother's clan. Even if the Heavenly Sword Sect got involved, let alone if the master himself came, this matter could only be avenged to this extent.

These were the rules of Southern Flood.

As long as the Seven Sons and the Dragon Palace hadn't completely torn apart their relationship and decided to fight to the death, they had to follow the rules, even for a Dao Fusion Colossus of the Dao Unification Realm.

"Good."

Shen Yi nodded slightly, his lips returning to their usual calm expression.

It was finally time to raise the flag of the allied sects.

It ended here, and it felt a bit of a pity.

If only the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Dragon Palace could fight to the death.

However, from the current situation, even if the Southern Flood Seven Sons faced only the Southern Dragon Palace, they wouldn't have an overwhelming advantage. Moreover, in reality, there were only six sons, lacking the once most powerful Southern Yang Sect, so their strength had undoubtedly decreased.

It was unlikely that they would take such a self-destructive action at this time.

Besides, if the allied sects were truly gone.

The Southern Yang Sect would also be unable to protect itself.

"Let's go."

Shen Yi retracted his gaze and waved slightly, collecting the corpses on the ground into his finger ring.

He then summoned the Dark Light Crimson Sword and disappeared into the water without a backward glance.

As for the treasures within the hall, Shen Yi didn't make a scene by taking them. After all, he had killed the demons, and if he took their possessions as well, the responsibility would fall entirely on the Southern Yang Sect.

For now, it was better to let the Heavenly Sword Sect take the blame.

"..."

Su Hongxiu was stunned for a moment, feeling a bit surprised. She felt that her number of silent moments today was more than the total over the past few decades.

Wasn't Sect Leader Shen's mood changing too quickly?

And did he come here just to enjoy the thrill of killing?

It seemed too absurd.

Thinking of this, she shook her head and casually glanced at the pile of junk in the hall.

She also took a step and left the hall.

As a cultivator from the White Jade Capital, there were very few things in the world that could catch her eye.

Until both their figures disappeared into the water.

Leaving behind a stench of blood, the intact hall stood as if they had come solely for the slaughter, killing and then leaving, causing the surrounding aquatic beings to stare in shock when they finally dared to approach after a long time.

...

Southern Yang Sect, Inner Sect.

After some time for adjustments, the Thousand Demon Grotto had completely transformed into a cultivation treasure land filled with immortal energy.

With the help of the Yu family, all the necessary repairs were made.

Li Qingfeng contacted several sects, including Great Tian, to select those with exceptional talent and admit them into the Outer Sect, where they would be personally taught by various Return to Void cultivators.

The good news was that he had been worried about the influx of so many unfamiliar sects, but they all seemed to have seen something terrifying, as they were all well-behaved. Even when they saw the natives of Southern Yang, no matter how low their cultivation was, they remained polite.

It seemed they were afraid that the Nascent Soul cultivators would summon a Purple Qi Heaven Palace from their foreheads, infuse their spirit bodies with the law, and summon two spirit puppets...

The bad news was that the sect master had gone missing.

"Can you give me a definite answer? When will the sect master return?"

Li Qingfeng stayed by Xuan Qing's side. If he was there to encourage him before, now he was just looking for someone to vent his frustration to.

There was only a month left until the Seven Sons Assembly.

The sect master wasn't even present, let alone prepared.

"Why don't we ask the elders to go out and look for him?"

"I'm back."

Xuan Qing suddenly interrupted the other's incessant chatter.

"What?" Li Qingfeng was taken aback.

"The Sect Master has returned," Xuan Qing repeated softly, then stood up and walked out the door, looking up at the void. A hint of confusion lingered on his face as he stood motionless, as if he had turned into a wooden statue once again.

The faint breath that had just passed through the sky had even made this once-dominant Celestial Talent among his peers feel a twinge of surprise.

Upon hearing this, Li Qingfeng hurriedly followed and stepped out of the Ancestor Hall, looking around, "Where is he?"

It was as if in response to his question.

In an instant, a sudden, stark red hue appeared on the sky canopy of the inner sect of the Southern Yang Sect, resembling a late sunset. As it neared the mountain peak, the red became more intense, eventually transforming into a vast ocean of blood-like fluid. Amidst this, an eight-story majestic palace stood tall.

The Boundless Demon Imperial Palace seemed like a sharp sword, piercing through the clouds to reveal the scenery beyond.

"It's true."

Xuan Qing murmured, coming back to his senses. He had just sensed the aura of a late-stage Return to Void cultivator.

Between the crimson Dao Palace, a pure purple qi undulated without any impurities, attracting the attention of onlookers instinctively.

The next moment, a cracking sound reverberated throughout the inner sect of the Southern Yang Sect.

Six thick Dao pillars suddenly rose from the ground, and as the stone skin peeled away, lifelike demon carvings were revealed.

Each demon was incredibly ferocious, seemingly capable of overturning rivers and seas.

Those who had recently joined the Southern Yang Sect, such as the honored members of the Water Moon Business Alliance, even recognized some familiar faces among them.

After all, they were late-stage Return to Void cultivators and well-respected figures outside the sect.

But at this moment, they all looked pale and shaken.

The Dao pillars that the Sect Master had envisioned were none other than the top-tier demons notorious for their ferocity within the Southern Flood region!

Each one of them could make any sect besides the Immortal Sect tremble.

It was hard for them to imagine that a cultivator would choose to envision such things, and even more so to be able to condense them so vividly that even the details of their scales were identical. It was as if the Sect Master had lain upon them while they slept, observing and envisioning them.

Such audacity was truly extraordinary.

The cracking sound intensified, eventually transforming into a deafening roar like a huge bell.

As the stone skin completely peeled away, supported by the six first-grade Dao pillars, the Boundless Demon Imperial Palace suddenly rose another level.

The humming sound turned into celestial music that echoed through the sky, and amidst the clouds, immortal cranes seemed to stroll. At the edge of the crimson sky canopy, a thick and dense purple mist rose, slowly drifting towards the Demon Imperial Palace.

"Huff."

Xuan Qing closed his eyes.

The ninth layer of Return to Void, the completion of the Heavenly Palace, was celebrated by the heavens and earth.

Until this day, among the Southern Flood Seven Sons, this was a legend unique to one person.

From this moment on, this honor was no longer exclusive to him, Xuan Qing.

Even though he had anticipated this and had endured the long years of tempering his temperament, Xuan Qing still felt a twinge of disappointment.

But as this disappointment faded, a surge of intense excitement burst forth from his wooden body.

The Southern Yang Sect had come back to life!

If not for the long years of sitting idly, Xuan Qing would have felt an urge to let out a long howl.

This torment had lasted for ten thousand years.

Xuan Qing had longed day and night to return to the day before he achieved Return to Void Perfection, to suppress his impulses, and to tread this cultivation path more steadily, no longer courting trouble.

To start anew and lead the Southern Yang Sect step by step.

However, time was not something that could be reversed.

He had never imagined that he would live to see the Southern Yang Sect come back to life.

Moreover, with the support of the purple qi he had offered, the Sect Master's path was even more stable than his own had been, and he could fulfill his wishes.

The only sour note was that this heavenly gift was far grander than when he had broken through the ninth layer of Return to Void.

Thinking of this, Li Xuan Qing smiled.

"Xuan Qing has nothing to celebrate, only a broken body remains."

The wooden man suddenly spoke, causing Li Qingfeng, who was standing by in a daze, to feel a sense of foreboding. Instinctively, he turned his head, "Senior, you..."

Indeed, Xuan Qing's body began to tremble slightly.

His expression, however, remained calm, "Today, I will use this broken body to pave the way for the Sect Master's path!"

As his words fell, a wisp of purple qi peeled away from his body once more.

Compared to the previous times, Li Xuan Qing's movements were slow and more difficult, as if he were extracting his last bit of vitality.

Even the wooden face, carved from wood, revealed visible pain.

"You're really doing this!"

Li Qingfeng's pupils contracted sharply, and he pounced forward, pinning Li Xuan Qing to the ground.

He was the Southern Yang native who had followed Shen Yi the most, and he knew better than anyone else whose help had allowed the Sect Master to have so much time to grow.

According to his understanding of Shen Yi, she would never accept this under normal circumstances.

But as he pinned Xuan Qing down, Li Qingfeng's fingertips began to tremble.

For a cultivator at the Transformation Realm to restrain a cultivator at the Return to Void Realm was an extremely bizarre occurrence.

The purple qi passed through Li Qingfeng's body and spread behind him.

At this moment, a gentle breeze seemed to blow in from the sky's edge.

It carried the purple qi, infusing it back into Li Xuan Qing's wooden body.

The two heard that familiar, calm voice in their ears.

"I understand."

"..."

Li Xuan Qing lay on the ground, silent for a long time, finally showing a hint of impatience, an attitude he had not displayed since the Southern Yang Sect's revival.

He always seemed gentle and calm, as if devoid of any temper, never uttering a harsh word even when Li Qingfeng constantly nagged in his ears.

Perhaps everyone had forgotten how arrogant Li Xuan Qing's personality was.

He exhaled a long breath and spoke softly, "I've seen all that I needed to see, I've truly lived long enough."

The event he had been waiting for had occurred, and there was no point in prolonging his life any further, as it would only torment him.

The gentle breeze in the sky also fell silent for a moment.

Then, a soft voice spoke, "I haven't heard your story yet, endure a little longer."

Upon hearing this, Li Qingfeng suddenly felt the wooden man beneath him tremble, and his wooden eyes filled with complexity and fear.

Xuan Qing's breathing became heavy.

He realized something.

Shen Yi seemed not to be the one whom the heavens had taken pity on and given to the Southern Yang Sect as another Xuan Qing, a calm and steady-tempered person with exceptional talent, who would lead the Southern Yang Sect on a solid path.

She was not a second Xuan Qing, she was Shen Yi, the one and only Shen Yi.

A young man who dared to kill a Dragon Palace General at the mid-stage of Return to Void, even more arrogant than he had been in his youth.

Atop a mountain peak within the inner sanctum of the Nanyang Sect.

Shen Yi recalled his soul, he was rather greedy, and what he craved most was life, unwilling to die.

But unwillingness to die did not mean fear of death.

He also hoped that while ensuring his own survival, he could also allow those who had shown kindness to him to live as well.

This thing, holding it was too hot to handle.

Shen Yi shook his head, once again turning his gaze towards the sky... A hint of helplessness flashed through his clear eyes.

Probably the last time, when the heavens bestowed the purple qi, it hadn't ended yet, and he had intercepted the purple qi onto himself ahead of time.

This time, the heavens were clearly making up for the loss of face from the last time.

The immortal music had been playing until now without stopping, as if the heavens had gone mad. Look at how stingy they were.

Fortunately, it wasn't a breakthrough during a battle, and there was still plenty of time; otherwise, he would have to embarrass them again.

These six Dao pillars used the few Great Generals of the Turtle Army from the Twelfth Layer of Return to Void.

In addition, at the clan of Ke Lao Qi, he had obtained three more top-grade Foundation Stones that could be condensed from high-level demons.

"That's enough."

Shen Yi looked towards the Dao Palace again. If he included Wu Jun and the Winged Silkworm, he was highly confident that he could forge the Tenth Layer of Return to Void in one go, and it was very likely to be the Celestial Palace.

But he wasn't in a hurry.

Compared to a direct breakthrough, these two demons could still play a greater role for now.

Thinking of this, Shen Yi summoned Wu Jun.

Then he took out three corpses, two Great Generals of the Perfected Return to Void with Golden Patterns, and that old turtle demon comparable to the White Jade Capital.

As his heart moved.

The three powerful demon corpses quickly turned into a sea of blood, pouring into Wu Jun's body, and the dense power of blood within was awe-inspiring.

From the previous battle between the Heavenly Sword Sect Daoist and the Water Clan, one could see.

Even though they were both from the White Jade Capital, the gap between them was very obvious.

If Su Hongxiu succeeded in opening the second Immortal City, she would probably not need him at all, and the other party could easily kill all the demons and monsters present.

Perhaps after consuming these demon corpses, Wu Jun could also improve to a similar level?

As Wu Jun absorbed the demon corpses, Shen Yi summoned the Winged Silkworm and countless corpses of its kin.

Although the quality was much lower, the sheer quantity was impressive.

This was the true meaning of sacrificing an entire clan to nurture an unparalleled Celestial Talent.

The two Foundation Stones stood on either side, guarding Shen Yi.

Both sat in meditation, absorbing the vast power of blood.

Day and night passed.

When the eastern sun rose, Wu Jun finally opened his eyes, and the Winged Silkworm quickly followed suit. Even as Foundation Stones, both of them still had demonic energy quietly seeping out.

Their strengths were similar.

It was a terrifying demonic energy that Shen Yi had never seen before.

"If the Heavenly Sword Sect Daoist opens two Immortal Cities, can you surpass her?" Shen Yi glanced sideways, a little curious.

To his surprise, even with such a huge boost, the two demons still maintained their calm, pondering for a moment before hesitantly saying, "Reporting to my master, if we join forces, we have about a twenty percent chance of victory."

"That much difference?" Shen Yi was a little surprised.

Wu Jun closed his mouth, feeling ashamed, while the Winged Silkworm, with its broader experience, humbly said, "My master is unaware that even though it's the same city, the Dao soldiers obtained can differ greatly."

"Like Su Hongxiu, when she reached the Return to Void, she forged seven layers of the Celestial Palace, so the Dao soldiers obtained from the Dragon Han Great City are also Primordial Heavenly Soldiers, and the ones from the Crimson Bright City are unknown, but at the very least, they are Phoenix Heavenly Soldiers."

"This is not something other White Jade Capital cultivators can compare to."

"If it's an ordinary White Jade Capital cultivator who has opened two cities and wields a Spirit Armament, I alone can deal with them."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yi looked at his own Unbound Demon Imperial Palace, filled with Primordial Purple Qi.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of relief.

It was a good thing he didn't act like before, breaking through without hesitation.

Turns out there were so many intricacies within the White Jade Capital.

"How many cities are there in total?"

Shen Yi looked at the two demons again, but received completely different answers.

"Three."

"Four."

Wu Jun and the Winged Silkworm looked at each other, slightly frowning, as they both thought they were right.

At this moment, a weak voice came from Shen Yi's forehead.

"Reporting to my master, there are five Immortal Cities, also known as the Five Tribulations, representing birth, old age, sickness, death, and suffering. Only by overcoming the Heavenly Tribulation can a cultivator transcend the mortal realm and reach the Dao Unification Realm."

"However, not every cultivator has the opportunity to overcome the Five Tribulations. Most cultivators, due to their weak foundation when reaching Return to Void, cannot even see the latter cities."

"Even with good luck and breaking through the Dao Unification Realm, they can only be considered pseudo-immortals."

Although Ke Shi San's cultivation realm was lower, his knowledge was clearly much higher than these two demons.

He hurriedly said, "If you want evidence, there was once a cultivator from the Southern Flood who saw the fifth Yan Kang Immortal City, but in the end, he couldn't open it. This person happened to be from your Nanyang Sect, known as Xuan Qing, the Dragon Slaying Daoist."

Heavenly Tribulation.

How could tribulations be something good in the mouth of this Dragon Progeny?

It even required qualifications and foundation, or one wouldn't be qualified to undergo the tribulation? This was simply absurd.

Shen Yi stood up and looked towards the direction of the Ancestor Hall.

Speaking of which, the rumors about this former Nanyang Daoist were indeed everywhere.

The title of Dragon Slaying Daoist sounded so rustic.

But don't forget... this is Hongze.

With the Four Dragon Palaces ruling, their influence spread across land and water, and one could even say they were all-powerful in Hongze.

For a cultivator to dare to use this title and still be alive today, the level of terror was beyond description.

"Hmm."

Thinking of this, Shen Yi recalled the Foundation Stones and headed towards the Ancestor Hall.

He landed at the entrance of the hall.

With a gesture, he indicated for the flustered Li Qingfeng to leave first.

Shen Yi straightened his clothes and then crouched down in front of the wooden figure lying horizontally. Xuan Qing's eyes were closed, as if he had shut out the world, and it seemed like he had no life left in him.

"..."

Shen Yi cleared his throat and extended his hand towards Xuan Qing, saying calmly, "Hello, Dragon Slaying Daoist."

Before his words landed, Xuan Qing's body trembled again, and his lifeless body finally moved, like an ostrich, burying his head in the ground.

"What's wrong, Dragon Slaying...?" Shen Yi's expression remained unchanged.

Xuan Qing placed his palm on Shen Yi's arm, interrupting his words, and quickly stood up, silently walking into the hall.

His steps grew faster, as if he wanted to escape this place as soon as possible.

So, there was something more terrifying than death in this world.

(End of Chapter)

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