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Chapter 570: Minor Success in Cultivation, Nan Yang's Entry
Chapter 570: Minor Success in Cultivation, Nan Yang's Entry
The mountain breeze blew gently, carrying away the faint fishy smell.
Li Qingfeng's slightly arrogant response not only reached the ears of the numerous Dragon Palace's demon clan but also echoed in the ears of the Seven Sons of Nan Hong's cultivators.
Both sides were momentarily stunned.
The two from the Ko Clan held the imperial edict in their hands, staring intently at the young cultivator below. Suddenly, they felt as if they had transformed from their noble status as dragon princes to mere servants inviting esteemed guests to a banquet... and not even a decent one at that.
Could it be that Nan Yang Sect thought they were here to invite them for a drink?
To put on airs in front of the Nan Long Palace?!"
"What gives a puny little cultivator in the Core Formation Realm the right to stand before me..."
Duke Ko, the Fifth Prince, roared, and behind him, numerous fierce demon minions bared their fangs. Their massive forms rolled in the clouds, as if evil spirits filled the sky, and their demonic aura surged.
"If it weren't for that tattered piece of cloth in your hand and he had come himself to invite us, perhaps you would have met someone with a higher cultivation level."
Li Qingfeng raised an eyebrow, and in the face of this rampant aura, he interrupted the other party decisively. Then, under the gaze of the demon minions, he strolled leisurely into the formation, leaving behind only one last impatient farewell.
"As for now, scram."
The many water demons still had ferocious and sinister expressions, but their gradually diminishing growls made them appear somewhat comical.
Such a grand display, and they couldn't even scare a little cultivator in the Core Formation Realm. In the end, they were even told to scram. But deep down, the demons knew that even if they could kill that little cultivator with a single finger, no one would dare to make a move today.
This was the Seven Sons of Nan Hong. Even if the sect leaders didn't take action, these Dao disciples alone could bury them all here.
How dare this group of people ignore the prince's imperial edict!
They even dared to call it a tattered piece of cloth.
Duke Ko, the Fifth Prince, was so furious that his hands trembled. As the master of Nan Hong, when had the Dragon Palace ever suffered such humiliation?
He suddenly turned his head towards the other cultivators and roared, "Is this how you, the Seven Sons of Nan Hong, treat your guests?!"
In response to this question, the cultivators of the Seven Sons gradually wore peculiar expressions.
The previous grievances seemed to have shifted to the faces of these water demons, giving off a sense of the Seven Sons of Nan Hong bullying others with their power.
Although they appeared somewhat domineering, this feeling was truly refreshing!
"Huff."
The cultivators exchanged glances in silence.
Today's situation seemed to be the first time a fellow sect had taken a stand on the Dragon Palace's affairs.
No one had expected that this fellow sect would be Nan Yang Sect, a place that had been dormant for many years and had only recently shown a slight presence.
Whether the Sect Leader Shen was unwilling to come forward or truly had something important to attend to, at least one thing was clear: Nan Yang Sect's current attitude had nothing to do with the word "truce."
This firm stance had not been seen in the Seven Sons of Nan Hong for a long time.
They had always been patient, prioritizing the bigger picture, and had the saying 'small forbearance leads to great achievements' engraved in their hearts.
But they could never follow their true hearts and boldly say, "Scram!"
It was only after Li Qingfeng's casual turn that this little cultivator in the Core Formation Realm, through his actions, showed the other cultivators that these two words weren't that hard to say. After saying them, the group from the Dragon Palace could only question him in frustration, and that was it.
Rustle—
In response to Duke Ko's question, a figure suddenly rose from the crowd, followed by a second and a third...
One by one, the Dao disciples stood suspended in the air.
Su Hongxiu looked on with her hands hanging by her sides. Under Duke Ko's angry gaze, she glanced at the tattered piece of cloth in his hand and said indifferently, "Or what? Do you want to die?"
Although the other Dao disciples didn't speak, their actions had already made their stance clear.
Now that a sect leader had taken a stand, according to the rules of the Seven Sons of Nan Hong, the matter was settled.
"Good! Very good!"
In his rage, Duke Ko's hand clenched the imperial edict, crumpling it. When he realized what he had done, he hurriedly smoothed it out, for this was the only protective talisman he dared to bring to provoke the Seven Sons of Nan Hong.
"In any case, the banquet is prepared. Since the Nan Yang Sect Leader has something to attend to, hmph, we won't force him. It's best if he truly has something important. If he still refuses to attend the banquet, remember to send a message to inform us at Nan Long Palace, lest we waste everyone's time."
"Farewell!"
Leaving behind a sarcastic remark, Duke Ko swept his gaze over the Dao disciples. Under their indifferent gazes, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine and hastily cupped his hands in a hurried farewell. Without a moment's delay, he led the demon soldiers, riding the clouds, and departed towards the water realm.
As the fishy smell in the air dissipated...
The cultivators reluctantly withdrew their gazes from the Nan Yang Jade Platform. Even a cultivator in the Core Formation Realm could stand up to the Dragon Palace; what about them? What a pity!
Although they had shown off their might, the matter was far from over, and the truth would be revealed through their subordinates' actions.
It remained to be seen whether Sect Leader Shen would attend the banquet or not.
"..."
The Dao disciples exchanged glances.
When the Sect Leaders were previously discussing matters, they were all present and aware of the outcome of their deliberations.
To be honest, the banquet invitation from the Dragon Palace wasn't a big deal.
After all, it was just the deaths of two Dragon Grandchildren and a bunch of Demon Generals and Dragon Palace relatives. For others, it would be a calamity, but Shen Yi is now the rightful Sect Leader of Nan Yang.
With his status, he could easily find an excuse to brush it off.
However, Li Qingfeng was one of the few who followed Lord Shen away from the sacred ground. His attitude most likely reflects Lord Shen's intentions.
Such a firm stance doesn't seem like an attempt to brush it off.
I wonder what the other Sect Leaders think.
"Shouldn't he discuss this with us first?"
Under the towering tree, Master Ling Yun hesitated and glanced at his fellow disciples, noticing their varied expressions. No one voiced any opinion, seemingly accepting it as a given, which left him puzzled.
"Nan Yang is the leader of the Seven Sects. Did Qin Shixiong ever consult you before making decisions?"
Before anyone else could speak, Ye Jiu turned to look at them and then directed his gaze towards the chair beneath the tree.
"Is it the same?"
Master Ling Yun's eyes twitched a couple of times. Times had changed, and Nan Yang Sect was no longer what it used to be. "I still think it's inappropriate."
"I don't think so."
Ye Jiu turned towards the Sect and calmly said, "Anyway, as long as he attends the banquet, I, Ye, will definitely accompany him."
As he spoke, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
Well done, after all these years, there's finally someone among the Sect Leaders who suits my temperament.
If I couldn't avenge myself in the North Flood Domain, it's my own fault for being weak and deserving humiliation. I accept that!
But now, even the South Dragon Palace dares to push their luck. Without Qin Shixiong, has my sword, Ye, lost its edge?
The land illuminated by Nan Yang, the Heavenly Sword slays all evil. This is the rule of the Seven Sons!
"This! This!"
After Ye Jiu left.
Master Ling Yun's expression turned somewhat unpleasant. He complained, "He's found an excuse... Look at him; does he really want to attend the banquet, or is he planning to kill someone?"
"I say, you should be quiet."
Master Ling Yue glanced at the silent Ji Jing Xi beside him, noticing that she had, for once, neglected her zither.
He withdrew his gaze and shook his head helplessly.
For this cold and distant junior sister, the fact that she didn't question Ye Jiu's words meant she had already accepted it.
Although they were all fellow disciples, there were still differences in their cultivation realms and strengths. Now, apart from himself, the other two Celestial Realm cultivators seemed to have mysteriously agreed with Lord Shen.
"Now, we'll just have to see what our Lord Shen is really thinking."
Master Ling Yue smiled. It had been a long time since he last visited that old worm in the Dragon Palace.
...
In the sacred grounds of Nan Yang, on the peak of a cultivation treasure land.
Shen Yi sat motionless on a meditation cushion, his eyes vacant and his aura fluctuating.
His entire face was deathly pale, except for his lips, which were crimson, as if all the blood in his face had gathered there, almost forming blood droplets.
The Ten Thousand Tribulation Blood God Art, being a Immortal Art, would undoubtedly be more challenging to cultivate than the Divine Mountain Calming Heaven Art.
When cultivating the Divine Mountain Calming Heaven Art, he progressed step by step, from ordinary Fusion Dao techniques to rare and spiritual techniques, finally integrating them all.
Additionally, the Nameless Mountain Illusion, though somewhat torturous, essentially served as an extremely reliable master, guiding cultivators to comprehend the true essence of the Divine Mountain and how to utilize it.
However, the Blood God Art only had a single remaining chapter.
To comprehend the Blood God's essence, one had to create a similar "illusion" themselves.
This Immortal Art could be summarized in one word: kill!
By shedding blood and forging countless tribulations, one immerses themselves in a realm of slaughter, witnessing the clarity of their Dao heart. The more they kill, the purer their Dao heart becomes, thus achieving the title of the Ten Thousand Tribulation Blood God.
Yue Tianji had once cultivated this art and was well aware of its challenges.
Slaughtering was not the difficulty; both cultivators and demons could easily commit heinous acts without restraint.
The true challenge lay in maintaining the clarity of one's Dao heart amidst the slaughter.
In simpler terms, one must firmly believe that their killings are justified, and those stained with blood are deserving of death.
Only then could one overcome the myriad tribulations and not be engulfed by them, controlled by the true essence of the Blood God.
To achieve this, one needed an exceptionally strong confidence and spirit, or perhaps they were simply insane.
Yue Tianji's madness, aside from Xuan Qing, was largely due to his exposure to this Blood God Art.
But at this moment, he found it difficult to express his complex thoughts.
The difficulty in the Lord's cultivation of this art was primarily due to his comprehension abilities. After truly creating the "Blood God Illusion," he faced tribulations with unstoppable momentum, encountering no obstacles from start to finish.
The lifelike creatures within the illusion, once fallen by the Lord's hand, seemed to rise again only to fall once more.
Towards the end, Yue Tianji couldn't even clearly see the Lord's sword movements.
He knew Shen Yi wasn't insane, as there was no joy in his eyes from the slaughter, only impatience. Yet, this very impatience made his actions all the more terrifying.
A cultivator who had almost fought his way out of a sea of corpses and blood, yet he had no inner demons or regrets? What a joke!
"Huff—"
Shen Yi's dilated pupils suddenly regained their brilliance, and the crimson hue on his thin lips faded, bringing color back to his entire face.
If one had to point out a change, it would be the addition of a wisp of red light resembling blue smoke within his dark pupils.
The True Intention of the Blood God, the Killing Domain, was now complete.
[Celestial Dao Fusion. Ten Thousand Phenomena Pavilion: Entry Level]
[Divine Mountain Calming Heaven Art: Minor Accomplishment]
[Remaining Demon Lifespan: 3,960,000 years]
After consuming over 700,000 years of his demon lifespan, both his Celestial Dao arts had significantly improved.
With an abundant demon lifespan, what truly limited Shen Yi's cultivation progress were the two Hall Masters, who, unlike Shen Yi, did not have the benefit of the system reducing 99.9% of their torment.
Every moment of their deduction consumed their lifespan in a very real way.
This torment was so intense that it could even cause the disintegration of their demonic souls.
Although Ke Shisan and Yue Tianji possessed robust demonic souls, far surpassing those of lesser demons, the complexity of Celestial Dao arts was not something that could be compared to the cultivation methods of the Foundation Establishment stage.
Among the lifespan they had spent, a large portion was transformed into their demonic origins, helping them stabilize their minds and, in the process, attempting to elevate their lower-grade demon rank.
Even Shen Yi's mediocre comprehension was compensated for when faced with Celestial Dao arts.
This was true equality for all.
Even if a genuine Celestial Realm cultivator were to take their place, they would still need to dedicate their entire life to perfecting a single Celestial Dao art.
Such a terrifying price came with a substantial reward.
As Shen Yi delved deeper into the understanding of Celestial Dao arts, he gradually grasped the true meaning behind the so-called 'True Intention.'
If ordinary Celestial Dao cultivation methods were crude imitations of Celestial Realm abilities, then perfecting or achieving a major accomplishment in Celestial Dao arts could potentially surpass those abilities.
When two Celestial Realm cultivators clashed, each additional Celestial Dao art they possessed gave them a significant advantage.
"Unfortunately, the Ten Thousand Phenomena Pavilion is incomplete, and it can only be considered a beginning."
Shen Yi sighed slightly, but it was still manageable. If not for the Slaughter Calamity that allowed him to relax, his progress in the Divine Mountain Calming Heaven Art might not have been so smooth.
He treated himself as a rock, hiding in the azure sky, slowly assimilating and suppressing this piece of heaven and earth. This was the most tedious and tasteless technique among all the cultivation methods Shen Yi had practiced.
There were no thresholds, no need for divine insight, and the enlightenment of others was of no use.
It relied purely on the accumulation of lifespan.
Perhaps genuine Celestial Realm juniors could accelerate this process with other cultivation methods or treasures, but Shen Yi only had that broken mountain, which served the sole purpose of stabilizing his mind and preventing him from getting lost in the azure sky.
The good news was that with the Celestial Dao art reaching the level of minor accomplishment, it could be considered a relatively ordinary Celestial Dao art. At the very least, fighting An Tingfeng would no longer be as strenuous.
"Go and relax for a while."
Shen Yi glanced at the two slightly dazed Hall Masters, especially Ke Shisan, who, as the main force behind the deduction of the Divine Mountain Calming Heaven Art, had to constantly substitute for Shen Yi in comprehending the intent of the azure sky, bearing the brunt of the tedium. At this moment, he even had drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, looking utterly foolish...
Upon hearing the words 'relax,' the two Hall Masters suddenly snapped out of their daze and waved their hands repeatedly, "No need to relax! No need to relax!"
"..."
Shen Yi raised his eyebrows slightly and took the two into the Ten Thousand Monsters Hall.
He truly treated himself as a miser, carefully using the valuable items and making sure they didn't break, knowing how difficult it would be to find replacements.
He stood up, took out the Nan Yang white robe from his ring, changed into it, stretched his stiff arms, and then strode out of the hall.
Li Qingfeng had been waiting there for some time.
When he saw Shen Yi, he didn't say much. Anyone who had followed the Sect Leader for a while knew what he would do after leaving the sect.
He took out the Dao Token lent to him by Senior Immortal Xuan Qing, which was thoughtfully infused with the essence of heaven and earth.
The instructions of his senior reverberated in his mind, emphasizing the importance of using this gesture to notify the allied sects... or more accurately, to inform those few Sect Leaders.
Li Qingfeng took a slightly nervous breath, then gently guided the essence within.
Boom! Boom! Boom! The next moment, the grand formation that had guarded the Nan Yang Sacred Ground for a full 100,000 years finally began to slowly open amidst the resounding booms.
The dazzling treasure light illuminated the area outside the sacred ground, and almost all the Nan Yang Seven Sons who were patrolling outside saw the long-dormant Nan Yang jade platform's sculpture glowing brightly once more.
The hottest topic among cultivators these days was whether the Nan Yang Sect would truly step forward or if it was just empty talk.
However, no one had expected this to happen so quickly and urgently!
It had been less than half a day since the group of Dragon Palace demons had left, and the Nan Yang Great Sun was already rising rapidly!
On the jade platform, figures led by Li Qingfeng bowed in respect.
The Sect Leader's departure was to attend the Dragon Palace banquet.
This was an important matter, and they needed to make a grand display to announce it to Nan Hong!
(End of Chapter)
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