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Chapter 581: Nan Hong, You Must Follow the Rules
Chapter 581: Nan Hong, You Must Follow the Rules
Xuan Yue City was under the jurisdiction of the Nanyang Sect.
Among the numerous vassal forces, it was one of the few willing to provide a haven for mortals.
Precisely because of this, the area under its jurisdiction was vast, encompassing three hundred cities, which led to frequent conflicts with demons and beasts. Fortunately, with the protection of the Sky Sword Sect, no major incidents had ever occurred.
The only unexpected event happened when the Sky Sword Sect handed over the city to the Nanyang Sect. A turtle demon under the Seven Dragon Descendants of the Cole Family set his sights on the city lord's daughter, attempting to force her into marriage. The Water Clan almost held her hostage, turning her into a demon's lackey.
Fortunately, Sect Master Shen personally intervened and quelled the turmoil.
As more messages arrived, City Lord Yin Qizhang watched with his own eyes as the young sect master ascended to the heavens, standing shoulder to shoulder with the other sect masters.
During the Seven Sons Conference, the young sect master displayed a shocking ruthlessness, securing his position as sect master by killing Elder Liu Xingshan of the Sky Sword Sect.
This was excellent news for Xuan Yue City.
Logically speaking, under the protection of such a young and talented sect master, the future of Xuan Yue City should have been smooth sailing.
However, he never expected that within a short time, Nan Hong would undergo such a drastic transformation.
"Hmm."
Inside the city lord's mansion, Yin Qizhang leaned back in his chair, rubbing the letter from the Immortal Sect in his hands repeatedly. Despite having read it countless times, to the point of memorization, he still refused to put it down.
Yin Yajun watched the cold tea on the table and slowly walked over to replace her father's cup.
"No need, I'll go out and take a look."
Yin Qizhang slightly raised his palm, closed his eyes, and silently recited a few words from the letter: Be extremely careful.
He stood up, his face showing a hint of bitterness.
As the only White Jade Capital cultivator in this area, Yin Qizhang understood better than anyone that for the seven great immortal sects to send such a message, the situation must be extremely dangerous.
These seemingly useless four words were the only thing he could do at the moment.
"Father..."
Yin Yajun hesitated for a moment before asking softly, "Can't even Sect Master Shen protect us?"
When the turtle demon forced her into the bridal sedan, she caught a glimpse of that dark-robed figure.
Later, she was fortunate to accompany her father to the Seven Sons Conference.
At the conference, the young man had exchanged his dark robe for a loose Nanyang white robe, sitting majestically on the heavenly steps like a dazzling sun, leaving everyone in a daze.
She found it hard to imagine that there was anything this young sect master couldn't achieve.
Upon hearing this, Yin Qizhang paused slightly, pondering for a long time without responding, only managing a helpless smile.
This letter represented the intentions of the seven sect masters, and the sect master Shen, whom Xuan Yue City relied on, was the youngest and most inexperienced among the seven. Even the Seven Sons of Nan Hong were helpless, so Sect Master Shen was likely out of options.
"Let fate take its course."
Yin Qizhang left the main hall, trying to maintain an optimistic attitude, but the reality was that if a demon disaster were to strike, Xuan Yue City, much larger than other vassal forces, would undoubtedly become a juicy target that demons couldn't ignore.
Thinking of this, he rose into the air, scanning the surroundings.
For some unknown reason, perhaps due to the immense pressure he felt, Yin Qizhang, a cultivator of profound cultivation, rarely sensed a chill, prompting him to instinctively tighten his robe.
He took a deep breath, and as his palm touched his collar, he finally realized something was wrong.
He bent his fingers and lightly rubbed his nose, noticing the glaring red color on his knuckles. It was then that he discovered that due to this strange chill, his nasal cavity had started to bleed, and before the blood could flow down, it had already frozen into a crystal-like state.
"..."
As one of the top four vassal forces under the Nanyang Sect, City Lord Yin had encountered countless terrifying demons. But at this moment, he looked at the vast ocean behind Xuan Yue City with a blank expression.
After seeing the boundless empty waters, his blank gaze quickly turned into shock and fear.
Yin Qizhang turned around, looking sadly at the three hundred cities behind him, his figure suddenly becoming hunched.
It was evident that Xuan Yue City had caught the attention of demons, and they didn't even have the chance to see their opponents!
"Now... what should I... be careful of..."
Yin Qizhang muttered, his hoarse voice filled with bewilderment and despair.
At the same time, in the vast waters beyond the reach of his vision, a withered figure descended slowly from the sky curtain. His tattered robe fluttered in the wind, and his slightly dirty feet hung down, with his strange toes lightly touching the water's surface.
In an instant, an invisible ripple spread across the water, freezing the rising waves into menacing claws!
In the blink of an eye, everything within a thousand li was frozen.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Accompanied by teeth-chattering sounds, it was as if a Cold Mountain had appeared out of thin air!
As the frost swept across the area, taking the lives of all the water clan within its range, it headed towards Xuan Yue City.
The ancestor stepped on the ice mountain, advancing neither too fast nor too slow.
The vital energies of the living beings in the area gathered from the frost and flowed into his feet, infusing his withered body with a bit more vitality.
"Let me remind you, Old Ancestor, I'm really hungry. Don't tempt me anymore."
He turned his head and looked in a certain direction, his mouth splitting into an unpleasant grin, revealing a mouthful of ugly teeth, and his laughter carried a hint of malice.
In the direction that Cold Mountain Ancestor was looking, it was unknown how far away it was.
Behind Deng Xiangjun, five white fires encircled her in a wheel-like formation, and as they spun, they transformed into a terrifying sea of flames that engulfed everything in sight. Within this sea of fire, the frozen waters beneath her feet quickly melted.
However, he could only affect a range of several hundred li, providing himself with a safe foothold.
Beyond that, even this white sea of fire seemed to solidify like a tangible entity.
"I also remind you that this is the territory of the Seven Sons of Nan Hong."
Deng Xiangjun stepped out of the flames, her face contorted with a ferocity that hadn't been seen in many years, "I am indeed just a pill in your mouth to be used at your will, but my fellow senior and junior disciples are not yet dead."
He had thought that he had already accepted the loss of some vassal forces.
But when he witnessed how swiftly and efficiently the Celestial Realm demon slaughtered ordinary creatures, a surge of fury rose within Deng Xiangjun's heart.
With just this Cold Yin Divine Ability, not to mention Xuan Yue City, if the opponent wanted to devour all the vassals of Nan Yang Sect, nearly a million cultivators, it would merely be a matter of continuing to walk a little further.
"Then..."
Cold Mountain Ancestor slowly retracted his smile and said indifferently, "You let them come over."
After speaking, he gently tugged at the corner of his lips and walked forward quietly.
The Old Ancestor, coming from Cold Mountain, was determined to devour half the world to ease his displeasure.
This was the first time the great demon of Western Flood Land had descended from the mountain, and it was a true demonstration of what terror was to the Southern Flood.
As for the people Deng Xiangjun mentioned.
Hiss—
They were merely prisoners trapped by Nan Long Palace, with no chance of escape. They should have come earlier if they could.
Moreover, he had deliberately destroyed the Dao Tablet on Deng Xiangjun's body, buying enough time to satisfy his hunger.
In Xuan Yue City.
Under the invasion of the cold, Yin Qizhang, who was in the Celestial Realm, trembled all over, but he refused to descend to avoid the cold.
He did not attempt any more futile efforts and instead stared intently at the vast waters.
At least... at least he could witness with his own eyes how they died.
Soon, a cerulean blue figure caught Yin Qizhang's attention, like an enormous monster rushing towards his direction, engulfing everything around it and becoming a part of its body.
A distance of thousands of li was covered in an instant.
This towering and majestic mountain of ice completely dominated Yin Qizhang's vision, making all living beings beneath it seem insignificant.
And finally, the icy claws formed from the azure waves at the foot of the mountain had reached the land!
It was as if a ferocious beast had leaped out of the water, stepping onto Xuan Yue City, and then relentlessly crushing and devouring everything in its path.
Yin Qizhang could almost see the outcome.
Under the intense cold, his breathing became rapid like a broken gong, and he nearly fainted, until a violent cracking sound rang out by his ear!
Crack! Crack! He clenched his neck, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged as he forced himself to keep his eyes open.
But at the peak of the ice mountain, there suddenly appeared a figure in tattered clothes, its emaciated body exuding an aura of royalty as it looked down from above with a dignified and detached expression.
As for the cracking sound, it was coming from the edge of the land, where the ferocious ice claws shattered one after another as they tried to climb up.
Even the 'soldiers' of the Glacier Lord couldn't step on this land?
Boom! In the next moment, the encroaching cold suddenly reversed, causing the entire frozen waters to shatter, and even the massive and majestic Cold Mountain to collapse downward!
Cold Mountain Ancestor's body swayed slightly.
This subtle movement caused his aura of ruling over the world to vanish.
Yin Qizhang suddenly felt much better, and he loosened his grip on his neck, staring blankly upwards.
In front of Xuan Yue City and its three hundred subordinate cities... no, to be precise, in front of the numerous vassal forces of Nan Yang Sect! A slightly frail figure stood in mid-air.
The form-fitting dark armor on his body emanated a chill even more intense than the mountain's, and a magnificent treasure crown held his hair in place. Beneath the slightly swaying strands of hair was a young and handsome face, calm and emotionless.
The thick black clouds moved with the wind, resembling a cloud-like robe! Within a three-hundred-li radius around him, it was as if a separate heaven and earth had formed, impenetrable to demonic forces.
"Sect Leader Shen..."
Yin Qizhang clearly lowered his hand, but suddenly felt a sense of suffocation.
Even though the person had changed their appearance, any cultivator who had attended the Seven Sons Conference would remember that familiar face.
According to the letters from the Seven Great Immortal Sects of Southern Flood, it was impossible for this person to be here.
But now, Sect Leader Shen had indeed arrived.
And whether it was an illusion or not, Yin Qizhang always felt that...
In front of Sect Leader Shen, the tattered-clothed demon on the glacier still carried an air of royalty, but even a king would have to bow before the Heavens.
"Are you kidding me?"
Deng Xiangjun, who had arrived late, stared in shock towards Xuan Yue City.
Clearly, it was he who had found Sect Leader Shen, not the other two fellow disciples.
But when Deng Xiangjun saw it with his own eyes, he began to doubt whether he had found the wrong person.
The Shen Zongzhuang he remembered didn't seem to possess such a chilling aura, yet he somehow felt that the other party was subtly suppressing the Cold Mountain Ancestor!
Moreover, only a short time had passed since their last meeting.
"..."
Cold Mountain Ancestor silently observed the changes at the intersection of water and land. After confirming that his abilities were blocked and he couldn't break through that mysterious barrier, he finally heaved a sigh of relief.
"Young friend, I, the Old Ancestor, have come from afar as a guest. Won't you even offer me a single bite to eat?"
He lifted his gaze to the indifferent figure above, bowing slightly without a hint of frivolity, once again revealing his rotten teeth. "Isn't this in accordance with the rules and laws?"
Cold Mountain Ancestor was indeed unwilling to become the vanguard for Dragon Palace, attracting most of the hatred from the Seven Sons of Nan Hong.
After all, no one would willingly endure the last bite from a dying beast, as it could be fatal.
But this didn't mean that, having been driven away by the Western Dragon Palace and unable to return, he would meekly stay in Nan Hong, doing nothing until the situation in the Ten Thousand Demon Hall took a turn for the better, and then slink back to the already destroyed Cold Mountain.
To suppress him to this extent of frustration, at least Ye Jiu himself would have to make an appearance; even Qi Yansheng wouldn't be able to do it.
It was definitely not something a young Earthly Realm cultivator could achieve by relying solely on profound methods to maintain the situation.
"The Old Ancestor is being courteous to you."
Cold Mountain Ancestor slowly clenched his fists, his voice hoarse as he laughed, "Will the young friend be courteous in return?"
In just a few words, a chill of killing intent emerged from his laughter.
Obviously, Cold Mountain Ancestor had already made his decision. Whether or not a life-and-death battle would unfold depended on how the young Sect Leader responded.
"..."
Upon hearing these words, Shen Yi quietly looked down at the hunched figure below.
Under the watchful eyes of Yin Qizhang and Deng Xiangjun, Shen Yi's pale face suddenly revealed a faintly aggressive smile against the backdrop of the cold and mysterious armor.
As he was about to pick up his chopsticks, a fish on the plate suddenly opened its mouth and started talking about etiquette.
How absurd...
The next moment, Shen Yi casually raised his hand, and with a light flick of his slender fingers, the entire sky curtain began to tremble.
Others only felt the heavens and earth changing color, without any real sensation, except for Cold Mountain Ancestor, whose rotten teeth suddenly clenched together. His fists, which were still clenched in a bow, began to tremble slightly and then shook violently.
His bare, dirty feet sank into the ground, and amidst the deafening roar, the entire glacier suddenly cracked and collapsed in rapid succession. In the blink of an eye, it shattered into floating ice.
On the largest piece of floating ice, Cold Mountain Ancestor's knees bent, creaking loudly.
He almost bit through his teeth, his neck veins bulging like coiled dragon veins. With his head held high and eyes wide open, he stared fixedly at the dark armored figure above.
Bang—
However, despite this fierce and savage expression, his body sank inch by inch, accompanied by a barely audible dull sound, and he completely knelt down on the floating ice.
Cold Mountain Ancestor released his fists, his expression blank as he stared at his own knees.
He truly hadn't expected that a mere Earthly Realm cultivator would wave his hand and display a technique comparable to the most supreme divine ability.
This immortal technique had reached perfection!
"Cough, cough—"
Deng Xiangjun stared at the scene before him in a daze, feeling choked up.
The ancient demon, who had been so arrogant in front of him earlier, had knelt down to Shen Zongzhuang after just one encounter. It was indeed a display of courtesy.
Of course, this was just a side comment.
With Deng Xiangjun's keen observation skills, he could tell what profound methods Shen Zongzhuang had used in the initial clash, and that Cold Mountain Demon had merely suffered a sudden and unexpected loss, far from displaying his true strength.
But for Shen Yi to have truly mastered that immortal technique to perfection in such a short time, his comprehension was truly illogical and awe-inspiring.
Furthermore, based solely on the first confrontation, Deng Xiangjun felt relieved.
While the outcome was uncertain, as Cold Mountain Ancestor had not yet revealed his true form, and having experienced the Slaughter Apocalyptic Tribulation, he surely had a few hidden tricks up his sleeve, at the very least, Shen Zongzhuang's life was secure, and he would most likely be able to protect the countless lives behind him.
It was simply unbelievable... something even Ji Shi Mei might not have been able to accomplish, yet Shen Zongzhuang had achieved it!
Yin Qizhang was merely a Jade Capital Cultivator and lacked Deng Xiangjun's keen perception.
He only knew that the slightly thin figure before him seemed like an insurmountable mountain, an uncrossable heavenly chasm, no matter the adversity.
He and the others were fortunate to be able to take shelter behind this mountain, watching the storms rage without getting a single corner of their clothes wet.
"..."
Shen Yi looked down at Cold Mountain Ancestor, not retracting his hand but instead gripping it. A thousand-foot-long dark gold radiance spanned the water and land, quickly condensing into a straight golden patterned dark blade in his palm.
The brief initial clash had given him a basic understanding of the great demon's strength.
Here, rules and laws were not discussed; only etiquette was.
At this moment, Shen Yi's etiquette was the etiquette of Nan Hong.
(End of Chapter)
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