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Chapter 577: Returning to the Precious Flower Sect
Chapter 577: Returning to the Precious Flower Sect
"Demons! So many demons!"
The Precious Flower Sect, being the "vanguard" of the Seven Sons of Nan Hong, had weathered countless storms over the years.
But at this moment, facing the questioning of their own sect leader and three other Fusion Realm elders, the Great Elder of the Precious Flower Sect was still trembling, his eyes unfocused, looking somewhat frightened.
It was important to note that the Precious Flower Sect had not suffered any damage, and their formation was intact, which meant they had not directly confronted that group of great demons.
They had merely observed from the sidelines, hiding within the Sacred Ground to spy, witnessing a terrifying scene that had left a White Jade Capital cultivator in such a dire state.
The sect leaders exchanged glances, their faces growing grim as they realized the situation was far worse than they had imagined.
"Please forgive us, seniors, I truly cannot discern the exact number... The demon clouds were so dense they blocked out the sun, and the mere surge of demonic power as they passed by caused our sect's formation to shake violently. This is not a force any single power could muster, not even the Western Dragon Palace!"
The Precious Flower Sect elder finally managed to calm himself, his face filled with horror, "So many demons have emerged from their lairs, Nan Hong is about to face great chaos."
In his entire life, he had never seen so many demons with such terrifying strength.
Moreover, these demonic beasts had mysteriously gathered together.
"..."
Deng Xiangjun withdrew his gaze, remaining silent, but his eyes revealed a complex expression.
When they escorted the Precious Flower Sect Leader back, their journey had been calm, and they had not encountered the demons the elder spoke of.
Of course, he was not questioning the elder's words.
Deng Xiangjun was simply thinking deeper.
The sudden migration of the Western Flood's demons to the south was undoubtedly the doing of the Western Dragon Palace, but he did not believe that these carefree demons would willingly obey the Dragon Palace's orders and serve as the vanguard, sacrificing themselves for the Dragon Clan's campaign against the Seven Sons of Nan Hong.
Most likely, they were being forced.
However, it was evident that someone was passing messages to them, otherwise, Nan Hong would have already descended into chaos, and they would not have seen the peaceful scene during their journey.
None of the sect leaders were fools.
In a moment's thought, they arrived at a terrifying conclusion.
That despicable Southern Dragon Palace had treated Nan Hong as a rare delicacy, offering it up to the migrating demons, and only then would these demons temporarily restrain themselves.
If these great demons truly unleashed their bloodlust, they would not only slaughter cultivators but also the aquatic races.
"That mad old man is challenging us to a life-and-death struggle!"
Deng Xiangjun sighed deeply, imagining the aftermath of the conflict between the Seven Sons and the Southern Dragon Palace. Even after the battle, this vast land and water would remain in turmoil for a long time, with cries of suffering echoing everywhere.
As for how to respond...
They didn't even know the number of demons, let alone come up with a solution, as this was not a crisis that a single power could handle alone.
Under normal circumstances, if the Western Flood's demons invaded Nan Hong, it would likely require the Seven Sons and the Dragon Palace to join forces to repel them.
Moreover, the Southern Dragon Palace was the one who had sold out Nan Hong, and they were sitting comfortably on the other side.
This meant that the Seven Sons would have to resist the Southern Dragon Palace, the entire Western Flood's demon clan, and also be on guard against sneak attacks from the Western Dragon Palace.
Not to mention the current Seven Sons, even with Senior Brother Qin, it might not have been possible!
Protecting the vassal forces and allied sects? If these demons truly obeyed the Dragon Palace's orders, the Seven Sons should worry about themselves first.
"It seems... we'll have to bring up Xuan Qing again and seek the Eastern Dragon Palace's opinion." The Unmatched Sect Leader sighed bitterly, for in such a major crisis, the most useful person was actually the previous Nan Yang Sect Leader's personal disciple, the Eastern Dragon Palace's half-son-in-law.
"Seniors."
Hearing Xuan Qing's name, the Precious Flower Sect Leader took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness on his lips, "Please return quickly."
Apart from their own sect, the Seven Sons of Nan Hong had over a thousand vassals and millions of cultivators under their command, none of whom had the protection of a Sacred Ground. Beneath these millions of cultivators were countless ordinary people relying on them for survival.
"From today onwards, the Precious Flower Sect's formation will be temporarily closed. Please take care of the surrounding creatures and bring them into the Sacred Ground." Deng Xiangjun lightly tapped his chin.
"I understand, please rest assured, senior."
The Precious Flower Sect Leader said no more and personally escorted the three out of the Sacred Ground, seeing them off.
"Master..." Treasure Flower Fairy Zhi Lan supported the old woman, struggling to maintain her composure, but her slender fingers trembled slightly.
"Go and make the arrangements."
The Precious Flower Sect Leader looked at his disciple with compassion. Although she was the heir to the Sacred Ground, compared to the Daozi, she was still as young as an infant in terms of experience and cultivation, lacking the time to grow. Even he felt his heart tremble in the face of this crisis.
"Disciple understands."
Zhi Lan nodded seriously, then took out the Dao Tablet and, with a calm voice, efficiently began to mobilize the sect's elders and various officials to accept the innocent creatures from the surroundings in the most effective way.
No matter the method of acceptance or the arrangements made after entering the Sacred Ground, there was nothing that the Treasure Flower Sect Master could fault.
It was quite amusing to think about.
Originally, she had only taken over the Treasure Flower Sect's affairs to find a certain person, but that person had never spoken to her again. Yet, she had gradually become more and more like a qualified Daoist disciple.
As time passed and the sun and moon revolved.
Led by numerous Treasure Flower Sect cultivators, waves of vassal forces began to surge into the Sacred Ground.
The old woman held a cane, silently gazing upwards.
Suddenly, her face slightly tensed, and she forcefully threw her cane towards the horizon.
The originally plain and simple cane, once released, grew in the storm, quickly transforming into a thousand-zhang tall giant tree that supported the sky. The giant tree was full of vitality, with hundreds of flowers blooming, carrying a vast momentum that stirred up the sea of clouds and fiercely smashed towards a certain location!
At the same time, a huge, unparalleled furry arm suddenly emerged from the sea of clouds, reaching towards the many cultivators below.
Its five fingers spread out, forming a net that covered the sky and trapped the earth, leaving no escape for the creatures below.
Fortunately, the hundred-flower giant tree smashed into that arm, causing it to tear and rip, and a fierce howl echoed through the sea of clouds!
"Roar—"
As the ferocious ape face appeared from the horizon, the cultivators below gasped in shock, as if struck by lightning!
"Get in! Close the formation!"
Zhi Lan swiftly flew over the crowd, shouting a reminder.
Just as her voice rang out, the sea of clouds stirred again, and a robust white-winged arm forcefully struck the giant tree, unleashing a violent storm of energy that swept towards the cultivators below. Even the aftermath was enough to leave nothing but bone fragments of the many cultivators.
The hundred-flower giant tree flew backward, petals scattering, and transformed back into a cane shape, forcefully returning to the old woman's palm, causing her to stagger back several steps.
The Treasure Flower Sect Master forcefully stabilized her body, and her gaze quickly shifted downward, attempting to stop the raging storm of heavenly energy, but it was already a little too late.
At this moment, it was as if a mountain had fallen, an unbreakable barrier, firmly blocking the way forward.
The breeze caressed the mountain, but it stood unmoved.
When the energy returned to calmness, the anxious crowd looked closely and saw that there was no mountain, only an old man in hemp robes standing there.
The old man's face was expressionless as he stared up, "You two enemies, actually working together? Old Ape, have you forgotten that it once bit your mother's head to pieces?"
Before he finished speaking, another tall and sturdy old man appeared beside him, standing one in front of the other, their auras transforming the mountain into a continuous mountain range, even more stable and unshakeable.
"Thank you, fellow Daoist."
The Treasure Flower Sect Master heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that her disciple had just been among that crowd.
"You're welcome."
The old man slightly cupped his hands and said casually, "The Mountain-Shifting Sect, following the order of the Nanyang Sect Master, has come to aid Nan Hong!"
Hearing the name of the Nanyang Sect Master, the Treasure Flower Sect Master was slightly startled, and Zhi Lan in the crowd also subconsciously looked at the old man in front.
It turned out that the young Sect Master still had their Treasure Flower Sect in her heart.
Even such a powerful cultivator now had to follow her orders... The Nanyang Sect Master was becoming more and more like the Nanyang Sect Master from ten million years ago.
"Heh."
The Mountain-Shifting Sect Master retracted his palm, his face becoming expressionless again as he looked towards the horizon, "What are you two hiding there for? Don't you think I know your abilities? Get out of here quickly!"
Compared to fighting these two demonic beasts, helping the sect's cultivators retreat to the Sacred Ground was more important.
"This is a huge joke. The cultivators of Western Flood have come to help these Southern barbarians guard the Sacred Ground. Old Huang, you must be full and bored."
The old ape slowly retracted his arm, mocking, "And following the order of the Nanyang Sect Master? Have you not left your sect in ten million years? You're quite out of touch."
Did he really think the Seven Sons of Nan Hong were still the same as before, a leg for the Mountain-Shifting Sect to rely on?
"It doesn't matter. There are plenty of delicious dishes among the Southern barbarians. Although this one is a bit more delicious, it will be the same if we come to eat next time. It's best if you can stay here and guard, adding two more dishes to our table."
The old ape smiled sinisterly, knowing that there was no point in continuing, and without lingering further, his entire face slowly disappeared into the sea of clouds.
"..."
The Mountain-Shifting Sect Master stood silently, wanting to refute, but as a member of the Western Flood forces, having witnessed the events of these days, he knew in his heart that the old ape was telling the truth.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have rushed over from Western Flood with the Sub-Sect Master.
With the full expulsion of the Dragon Palace, Western Flood had rarely become a peaceful place without great demons, which was good news for them, but for Nan Hong... it was chilling just to think about it.
Under this trend, whether the Mountain-Shifting Sect came or not would not affect the situation.
They could only do what little they could.
"Fellow Daoist, after accepting this group, it's best to close the sect and observe the situation first."
The Mountain-Shifting Sect Master only needed to glance at the current situation to know that the Treasure Flower Sect Master was a kind and benevolent person, but time was indeed running out.
"I understand."
The old woman sighed and turned her gaze towards her disciple.
Zhi Lan pursed her lips and scanned the group of cultivators before her, their faces filled with sorrow. She closed her eyes and took out a jade slip, "Once they enter the sect, we'll prepare to close the formation."
They had the heart to save the dying and heal the wounded, but lacked the strength to match.
The Precious Flower Sect was now struggling to protect itself.
The crowd began to surge again, but unlike the previous orderly formation, the cultivators were now pushing and shoving, rushing towards the front, afraid of falling behind and missing the chance to enter the sacred ground before them.
Many vassal force cultivators were still scattered across various locations, eagerly awaiting the Precious Flower Sect's invitation.
Just then, the surging crowd suddenly came to a halt.
A piercing screech of an ape demon reverberated in the air, like a thunderclap on a clear day, plunging the surroundings into silence.
In an instant, the entire blue sky twisted, dimming the sun and moon, and churning the sea of clouds.
In the sky, it seemed as if an additional palm had appeared, indifferently grasping the old ape's neck, recapturing the demon that had already fled and confining it beneath this blue sky.
Then, with force, the hidden figure was yanked out, and despite its frantic struggles, it was hurled downward!
Boom!
The giant ape, with its thick fur and muscular build, seemed capable of crossing rivers in a single stride, but now it plummeted like a falling mountain, crashing violently onto the land! Countless cultivators, whether riding on their treasures or standing on the ground, were swept away by the turbulent energy, looking utterly disheveled.
They stared in horror at the scene.
The massive ape's body twitched slightly, its entire spine brutally snapped, and its hideous skull hung limply on its back. Beneath its intact fur, the flesh and blood had been pulverized into mincemeat by immense force, clearly lifeless.
Yet, the blue sky continued to transform.
Another enormous figure burst out from the sea of clouds, frantically attempting to escape this celestial prison.
No matter how swiftly it fled, the sky expanded to match its speed.
The next moment, the entire sky curtain suddenly descended upon the crowd, who watched in terror!
The sky was collapsing!
The crane demon, with its white feathers resembling jade, was enveloped by the raging wind, offering no resistance as it was suppressed, its liver and gallbladder bursting as it witnessed the infinite sky curtain pressing down upon it.
Boom!
The sea of clouds dispersed heavily onto the land, transforming the area around the Precious Flower Sect into a fairyland.
Amidst the thick fog, a strong scent of blood permeated, and as the white mist dissipated, the crane demon lay beside the old ape, its entire body deflated, reduced to a torn sack filled with flesh.
Not only ordinary cultivators, but even the three Fusion Realm giants felt their hearts tremble, gazing up in shock.
The blue sky remained clear and serene, as if the previous changes had been mere illusions.
If there was any difference, it was the addition of a black-robed figure standing with arms crossed within the clear sky curtain, his sleeves fluttering as if in harmony with the entire world.
The youth's fair face and clear eyes calmly scanned the surroundings, as if inspecting his territory.
He seemed to be standing amidst the true azure sea and blue sky, yet it gave the impression that he was within a Fusion Realm sacred ground.
"..."
Zhi Lan swallowed, staring at the familiar face, unable to reconcile it with the image of the Minor Void-Returning Cultivator in her memory, whose expression was slightly impatient yet inexplicably reassuring.
But that sense of reassurance remained unchanged.
It was as if as long as he stood there, nothing in the world was worth worrying about.
"Sect Master Shen?"
The Precious Flower Sect Leader hesitated for a long time before calling out this title uncertainly.
She remembered the last time she saw Sect Master Shen in the Nanyang sacred ground; he didn't seem like this...
After confirming that there were no other demons, Shen Yi finally withdrew his gaze and looked at the Precious Flower Sect Leader, "Are you alright?"
"..."
The Precious Flower Sect Leader shook her head without hesitation.
Whether there was a problem or not depended on the comparison.
Compared to the two Fusion Realm demons who had already perished, the shock these cultivators experienced was insignificant.
"Sacred Mountain Technique! It's definitely the Sacred Mountain Technique!"
The Mountain-Shifting Sect Leader smacked his lips, stealing a glance at the Branch Sect Leader beside him, his face filled with excitement.
He had also thoroughly studied the Sacred Mountain, Mountain-Stabilizing, and Blue Sky Techniques.
The commotion caused by Sect Master Shen's move perfectly matched his imagination of the combined might of these three techniques. This peerless genius had truly blended these three techniques to such a harmonious degree.
Although there were no immortal techniques within Nameless Mountain, the opponent had forcefully elevated this spell formula to a level of terror usually reserved for immortal techniques, relying solely on his own power!
"Phew."
The Branch Sect Leader exhaled softly, finally understanding why the Sect Leader had insisted on bringing him along.
The Seven Sons of Nan Hong might not be the most powerful, but the youth before them would undoubtedly become the mightiest tree in Hong Ze, second only to the immortals.
(End of Chapter)
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