Chapter 533: Mutual Redemption, Returning to the Mountain Movers Sect (Daily Life)

Chapter 533: Mutual Redemption, Returning to the Mountain Movers Sect (Daily Life)



Western Flood Domain, Cloudy Market.

This place was originally a small market for wanderers to exchange goods.

But recently, the flow of people has suddenly become much denser, and among them are many core members of major powers.

The recent turmoil has evidently put the nearby forces on high alert.

That familiar tiger's roar most likely came from one of the three Fusion Dao great demons of the Bright Moon Frost Tiger Clan within the Western Flood Domain. It's just unknown which Colossus they fought against and what the dispute was about.

Two Fusion Dao cultivators rarely take action, but once they do, it signifies a potential upheaval in the Western Flood Domain.

Those who can flee will naturally do so, but those who can't, for various reasons, can only band together like this for mutual support.

In a room of an inn.

The door is tightly shut.

A cool and elegant woman in white sits by the table, her eyes calmly fixed on the teacup in front of her.

Behind her, two extraordinary young cultivators stand side by side, their power and attire indicating their status as core members of a major sect.

"Senior Sister Ji, according to our investigation, those two Fusion Dao cultivators probably just had a brief clash and didn't cause any disturbance in the Western Flood Domain. It won't affect our request for aid."

The Spirit Peak Sect's Daozi seemed more composed.

The Peerless Sect's Daozi had a worried expression, sighing, "But it's true that we were politely refused by the Western Flood forces. I really don't understand. We're all cultivators, and with the Dragon Palace as a major enemy, instead of joining forces to resist them, we're constantly attacking each other. No wonder the Western Dragon Palace can act so leisurely and even have the leisure to meddle in the Southern Flood's affairs."

"I'm telling you, if we keep asking for aid like this, I'm afraid they'll find out about the Southern Flood's predicament. Forget about helping us deal with the Dragon Palace; they might even take advantage of the situation and try to invade the Southern Flood, then join forces to take a share of the spoils."

The Peerless Sect's Daozi's concern was not unfounded.

After all, the reason they are here is that the sect they went to for aid has set its sights on a new power with a high chance of forming a Heaven-Earth Covenant.

The clan has spent countless years of effort, and finally, there's a chance to transcend the mortal realm and join the ranks of immortal sects with Fusion Dao cultivators. Now it seems likely that all their efforts will be in vain.

Becoming a branch sect of that sect might already be the best outcome for them.

Those immortal sect cultivators have shown their predatory nature as the strong prey on the weak.

The two Daozis couldn't bear to watch and didn't trust this sect, so they went to other powers, but they were politely refused and sent away from the treasure land as soon as they expressed their intentions.

"The Cloud River Sect is doing well, but according to Senior Sister Lin, it's not that the Cloud River Sect has any issues with the Dragon Palace. It's just that the Daozi there has a favorable impression of Senior Sister Lin..."

At this point, the Peerless Sect's Daozi feels a bit ashamed.

One of the Southern Flood's Seven Sons has now resorted to this method to seek help.

In fact, the situation isn't too bad for now.

The six sect masters are all Fusion Dao Colossi with considerable power, and together with the Treasure Flower Sect and the other two major powers, there are nine Fusion Dao cultivators. Even in the Western Flood Domain, they are a formidable force not inferior to the Western Dragon Palace.

In contrast, the Southern Dragon Palace has only four Fusion Dao Dragon Sons and one Dragon King. Even if the Southern Dragon King is powerful and can fight two at once, they are only just a match for the Southern Flood's Seven Sons.

If a real fight breaks out, they have no chance of winning.

The problem lies with the Western Dragon Palace.

Qi Laojiu leading troops into the Southern Flood Domain won't affect the overall situation, but it's likely just a test. If the Seven Sons don't react strongly enough, the Western Dragon Palace itself has at least eight great demons comparable to the Fusion Dao level!

In these ten thousand years, the Western Dragon Palace has grown immensely, and its power is far beyond what it used to be.

Moreover, with their revered status in the Western Flood Domain, if they truly want to attack the Southern Flood's Seven Sons, the consequences are unimaginable.

"I understand."

Master Ji slowly stood up and walked towards the door, "You two continue, I'll go talk to Zi Xian."

Upon hearing this, the two Daozis fell silent.

After spending some time in the Western Flood Domain, they have gained a preliminary understanding of the place. Senior Zi Xian might have had a good relationship with Senior Sister Ji in the past, but now... she is the renowned Jade Mountain Dragon Consort.

The one she married is Qi Laojiu, who led the troops into the Southern Flood Domain.

"Just catching up."

Master Qingyu shook her head. She really wanted to know what attitude the Western Dragon Palace had.

If it comes down to a fight to the death, the Southern Flood's Seven Sons won't back down.

When it comes to battles between Fusion Dao cultivators, it's not just about numbers. For example, the Southern Dragon Palace's Dragon Sons... their so-called Fusion Dao level is not comparable to the Seven Sons' level.

Among these newly advanced Fusion Dao cultivators or demons, the six Southern Flood's Seven Sons are considered veterans.

Jing Xi pushed open the door and walked out, leaning on the railing to look outside.

She was about to use a spell to leave this place.

At that moment, her gaze fixed on the youth below, who was walking outside with his attendants.

Even though the youth had changed his appearance, his cold and stern brows gave away his identity to Jing Xi at a glance.

In the face of such a vast difference in realms, even a perfectly executed Illusionary Shape Spell would be of little use.

"How did he end up here?"

Ji Jingxi glanced at the few people beside Shen Yi. Although there were still three of them, they were clearly not the same group as Su Hongxiu's disciples.

There was a beautiful woman, a serpentine demon, and they all looked peculiar... and then there was...

The Master of Qingyue Sect slightly furrowed her brows, her gaze falling on the last person, a young girl with red lips and white teeth, wearing an exquisite horse-faced skirt that was pitch-black, contrasting sharply with her fair complexion, giving her a cold aura.

What truly puzzled Ji Jingxi was that this well-behaved girl had no trace of cultivation energy, yet the two young cultivators beside her, who were not weak in their cultivation, instinctively displayed a cautious posture.

A moment later, Ji Jingxi smiled and sighed, "You're still as incomprehensible as ever."

Master Shen had gone out without even taking care of his own disciples, and now he was wandering around and had somehow acquainted himself with such a peculiar group.

However, she hadn't expected them to be of much help anyway. It was fine to wander around, as long as they didn't cause any trouble and stayed safe.

With Master Shen's exceptional talent, even without the Southern Hong Seven Sons, he was destined to become a renowned figure in Hongze.

She could only hope that the Seven Sons would overcome this trial, giving the Masters a chance to witness the heights they would eventually reach.

---

An Yi silently followed behind Shen Yi, and after leaving the inn, she slightly turned her head to glance at the second floor.

Then, she retracted her gaze and remained silent.

"What's the matter?" Shen Yi stopped in his tracks and sighed softly, asking in a low voice.

"Someone is watching you, but they mean no harm." An Yi kept her head down, staring at her shoes, looking lifeless.

Her address for him had changed from "you" to "sir" and finally to "you."

It seemed respectful, but unlike the reverence shown to a Binding Stone or a Palace Lord, it carried a distinct sense of detachment.

It was similar to how she conducted herself; as long as Shen Yi asked, she would never disobey, but if no one paid attention, she would never say a word more.

In short, she was being deliberately uncooperative.

For Shen Yi, this was absolutely intolerable.

There were essentially two solutions to this problem.

After all, the death tribulation had already passed. He could directly annihilate her soul and replace her with a Frost Moon White Tiger, consuming a million years of demonic lifespan to empower the demon soul.

It would be a bit expensive, but at least it would be a comfortable solution.

As for the second option, it would require consuming a massive amount of demonic origin energy to let this young girl experience the grace of the Lord.

In the midst of that hellish torment, even the most stubborn personality would eventually improve.

Perhaps...

Recalling the girl's composure during the death tribulation, Shen Yi also became uncertain.

"Still too poor."

A barely noticeable hint of annoyance flashed across Shen Yi's face.

Even with the frugality of the fourth tribulation, the remaining demonic lifespan was only around sixty to seventy thousand years, so he could only make do with it for now.

Yu Lan, standing nearby, found this new development quite intriguing. Ever since she was slain, she had never seen such a rich range of emotions on her master's face... It was as if he had suddenly transformed from a killing machine back into a living person.

It wasn't so much anger as it was embarrassment turning to anger.

The girl was also making all sorts of excuses in her mind to convince herself to temporarily put aside the idea of dealing with this stubborn little tiger demon.

The reason for this was simply that she felt she was in the wrong but was unwilling to admit it.

It seemed rather amusing.

"Hehe." Yu Lan couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

---

Shen Yi's indifferent glance made the beautiful woman's body tremble slightly, feeling a bit wronged. She almost forgot that the ferocious deity before her had never been in the wrong, and not everyone could receive such treatment.

"Act normal," Shen Yi half-squatted, staring at her lifeless face. "Destroying your soul is just a thought away for me."

"You don't keep your word," An Yi said without even lifting her eyelids.

"Hmm," Shen Yi took a deep breath, and a chill appeared in his eyes. "Even if I don't keep my word, what can you do about it?"

"..." An Yi raised her eyes, her calm gaze fixed on the young man's seemingly cold face. After a moment of contemplation, she said softly, "You don't keep your word."

As she stared at him with her pure and innocent eyes, the feigned coldness in Shen Yi's eyes gradually faded, and his eyes flashed before he abruptly stood up and turned to walk towards the street.

Well, if he couldn't scare her with his usual methods, there was no point in explaining further.

Currently, the Nanyang Treasure Land was in a perilous situation, and within it were senior brothers like Jiang Qiulan, Wu Dao, An Zhu Jue, and Chen Qiankun, as well as the old man Lin Baiwei, who had helped him along the way from Qingzhou.

Even he himself had attracted the attention of the Bright Moon Frost Tiger Clan, and his own safety was at risk, so he had to hide his identity and lay low for a while.

There was no time to make any gentleman's agreement with a Binding Stone.

Throughout his journey, Shen Yi rarely made absolute promises. Even when he did give his word, he often used words like "try my best," and even when he lied, it was usually to villains or demons.

But this was the first time that his own subjective reasons had led to him losing credibility with others.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find any flaws in the other party to put himself in a position of moral superiority.

"..."

An Yi buried her head again.

She had never been to such a bustling place before. Listening to the loud laughter and feeling the bustling crowd around her, she felt her entire body stiffen to the extreme.

So she stared intently at Shen Yi's tall boots, not daring to let her footsteps fall behind.

Shen Yi glanced back with his peripheral vision.

Suddenly, he recalled the time when he had slain a dragon in Qingfeng Mountain and was promoted to a personal attendant and deputy general. He rode a tall horse through Qingzhou City, his face stiff and numb, holding the reins tightly, and his palms were soaked in sweat.

He didn't stop, but only slowed down slightly, allowing this little thing to follow without being too rushed.

"Sss..."

An Yi bumped her head into the young man's waist and unconsciously rubbed her forehead. "Sir, I'm sorry."

Shen Yi's thin lips were tightly pressed together, feeling the nearly shattered vertebrae. The five fingers hidden in his sleeves suddenly clenched, and the tendons on the back of his hand bulged as he forcibly suppressed the pain.

His expression was as usual, and he spoke in a slightly cold tone, "It's nothing."

Yu Lan and You Chang, who were following behind, dared not make a sound. One was a Four Cities Great Cultivator, and the other was a Tiger Demon comparable to the Unification Realm, yet on this long street, they seemed like two ordinary mortals.

An Yi repeatedly nodded her apologies, but her peripheral vision caught sight of two cultivators arguing inside a shop by the street. Unconsciously, her steps slowed down.

In their hands, they held a golden bracelet with intricate patterns.

"For such a treasure, you're giving me this price? You might as well just go rob someone!"

"Taking advantage of the Unification Realm Colossus..."

Their words suddenly stopped as the golden bracelet was snatched away by a gust of aura. They hurriedly looked to the side, only to see the Dark Robe Youth, who didn't even glance at them, casually tossing a storage bag in their direction.

Without another word, he left the place.

The two cultivators looked at the storage bag, which had dark red bloodstains on it, and then recalled the killing aura on that person's body. Their bodies trembled in fear.

The shop owner didn't even have the courage to open the storage bag and take a look; instead, he hurriedly retreated back into the shop.

"I still have use for that thing. You can keep it as a memento for now."

Shen Yi threw the golden bracelet to An Yi. This object, of course, couldn't compare to the Unification Realm artifact that the other party had worn earlier, but at least it was still quite pretty.

Since acting cold and aloof towards the Western Palace Lord was useless, he didn't bother pretending anymore. His voice was no longer as stiff as before, "You probably don't feel like dying so much now."

It was somewhat absurd.

An Yi had wanted to die because of the Bright Moon Frost Tiger Clan Leader, and now, it was still because of that Clan Leader that a thought other than death finally appeared in her mind.

At least, her desire to kill the other party was as genuine as it could be.

"Right now, you're still useful to me. The things I've promised you, I'll return them to you later, and we can discuss any compensation you want at that time."

It was rare for Shen Yi to say such a long speech at once.

Under such great pressure, he truly didn't have many choices at the moment.

"For now, you don't have any other choice but to follow me."

Shen Yi let out a long sigh of relief. He had been hiding in this Cloudy Market for many days. Even if that Frost Tiger Clan Leader was still waiting outside, he couldn't possibly continue to stay here any longer.

Of course, going out and wandering around to collect demonic lifespans now would be no different from seeking death.

An Yi, as the Western Palace Lord, would not make any mistakes regarding matters of life and death, but even though she was very strong and had a strong killing aura when facing that Clan Leader, she was still no match for that person.

Even if the demonic lifespans weren't sufficient, for now, they could only return to the Mountain Movers Sect and then go check out that Nameless Mountain.

"..."

An Yi silently looked at the bracelet in her palm, and her gaze suddenly became much more complex, as if she was remembering many things.

For her, even though she hated that man to the core, that golden bracelet artifact was the only object that had accompanied her for the past ten million years.

For some reason, An Yi really felt that Shen Yi understood her very well, whether it was the kind of exhaustion from being tormented or her attitude towards the Frost Tiger Clan Leader, including the subtle glance she had just given the golden bracelet. Shen Yi knew it all... he was just too lazy to show it.

"I..."

She wanted to say something, but she saw that Shen Yi had already transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the horizon.

An Yi exhaled lightly, put on the golden bracelet, which wasn't of very high quality, onto her smooth wrist, and then transformed into a stream of light to follow him.

There were just too many people around here!

---

Western Flood, Mountain Movers Sect.

Behind the main hall of the Inner Gate, at the back of a mountain.

The frail old man was still sitting cross-legged by the spring, looking exactly the same as before, but he no longer had that feeling of being a stubborn stone.

For a Unification Realm Colossus, there was only one reason for this phenomenon to occur: his mind had become chaotic.

Initially, they had confidently set a three-day deadline, which was later changed to ten days, and then extended to thirty days.

Until now, every time he saw Yan Chongzhang's anxious and fearful expression, yet still couldn't help but sneak over to inquire, the Mountain Movers Sect Master felt an urge to slap him.

Scram!

How could he know where that Shen fellow had gone, let alone understand why the Nameless Mountain, which they yearned for, was being neglected by him, leaving it desolate within the Mountain Movers Sect.

If the mountain doesn't come to you, you go to the mountain... and now this person was still playing hide-and-seek.

He was simply a heartless and ungrateful man.

The Mountain Movers Sect Master closed his eyes, preparing to calm his emotions, but then he heard that familiar footstep again.

He slowly clenched his fist.

"Heh... Master..."

Hearing the sound of cracking joints, Yan Chongzhang subconsciously stopped in his tracks and said with a wry smile, "Master, I have no intention of asking about Shen's plans."

A month had passed, and he could clearly see that his master no longer had any grand schemes; he was merely enduring, and Yan Chongzhang no longer took his master's previous instructions to heart.

As a Daozi, being too close to the Fusion Dao Colossus would make one realize that they were not the heavenly incarnations others imagined, but merely cultivators with stronger abilities, lacking the mysterious aura of the others.

"Then why are you here?" The Mountain Movers Sect Master turned back with an annoyed look.

Upon hearing this, Yan Chongzhang's expression suddenly turned solemn, and he sighed, "Now, I actually hope Shen temporarily forgets about the Mountain Movers Sect... Pan Boyang, the 39th-ranked disciple on the Dao Soldiers Record from the Boundless Dao Emperor Sect, has already arrived outside our sect."

"Pan Boyang?" The Mountain Movers Sect Master pondered for a moment and then said, "The one ranked 39th on the Dao Soldiers Record?"

For a White Jade Capital cultivator, having their name remembered by a Fusion Dao Colossus was proof of their strength.

Of course, this didn't mean the Mountain Movers Sect Master was idle.

These great sect's Heaven-born Talents could break through to the Fusion Dao Realm at any time, and with their accumulation, their strength might surpass that of these old fellows.

"It's him. Last time, Shen offended him... but he doesn't know Shen's identity."

Yan Chongzhang furrowed his brows, feeling a slight headache. "I've already given the order that no disciples or elders of my sect are to mention anything about Shen. Those three Southern Flood Daozi are all clever, and they shouldn't slip up, but I'm afraid..."

"Afraid of what? He hasn't shown up in thirty days, and now you think he'll come in the next few days? Let him come if he wants!"

The Mountain Movers Sect Master was obviously being contradictory, but as someone who had achieved Fusion Dao, he quickly suppressed his emotions and said indifferently, "The Boundless Dao Emperor Sect has been making too many waves lately. Many want to attach themselves to their power. It might not be a good idea for us to approach them. You handle it and send him away casually."

"I'm afraid he's here to demand an apology." Yan Chongzhang spoke softly.

"Did you offend him?" The Mountain Movers Sect Master glanced sideways.

"That's not it—" Yan Chongzhang was interrupted by his master's cold laughter before he could finish.

"So what if you offended him? If the Boundless Dao Emperor Sect wants to hold us accountable, does a junior like him have the right? Disciple, straighten your back for your master. I'm truly feeling embarrassed."

"I... Disciple understands."

Yan Chongzhang paused for a moment, a hint of helplessness on his face. Everyone praised him for his composure, to the extent that even glancing at Shen a few times would startle Elder Yang.

But despite his composure, he had gradually lost some of his sharpness.

Looking at Su Hongxiu from the Heaven Sword Sect, her strength might not be much greater than his, but her sharp aura made Yan Chongzhang's eyes hurt.

He rubbed his face vigorously and turned to leave the sect.

Outside the Mountain Movers Sect.

The colossal pillars supporting the heavens revealed a majestic scroll of mountains and rivers.

Within the Boundless Dao Emperor Palace, there was also a meditation cushion.

However, compared to before, the figure seated above was now incredibly solid, and his facial features were clearly visible.

This disciple from the top-tier Hongze power had finally arrived in his true form at this remote place in Western Flood.

The same Dao Emperor Palace, with an identical scroll of mountains and rivers.

But the majestic aura emanating from it was at least ten times stronger than before!

His eyes were cold as he looked down, and his aura was visibly unstable, as if he had suffered some injury.

Yet his voice remained as deep and resonant as ever, like a thundering chime in the sky: "Boundless Dao Emperor Sect, Ninth Branch Sect, Direct Disciple Pan Boyang, has come to visit!"

"Yan Chongzhang, why aren't you coming out to welcome me?"

This direct address clearly carried a menacing tone.

However, both his name and the Boundless Dao Emperor Sect behind him were enough to support his unchallenged authority in Western Flood.

For these Northern Flood cultivators, hiding their identities was the most foolish thing to do; if they were killed, no one would even know.

Only by boldly displaying their Dao Emperor Palace could they move about without obstruction! No one would dare covet even a fraction of it!

(End of Chapter)

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