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Chapter 748: The True Immortal Who Saves the World
Chapter 748: The True Immortal Who Saves the World
"Senior Brother, what did they say?"
Ling Su’s heart skipped a beat when she saw the look on his face. A sense of foreboding washed over her, and she finally put aside her cold demeanor, walking over in a few quick steps.
"..."
Yun Miao remained silent for a moment, quickly composing himself and clearing his throat. "The elder brothers and sisters in the sect have decided to cede part of Kaifang Province to the Spiritual Void Cave. Don't be anxious. First, tidy up this place. Dan Emperor, Junior Brother, will assist you in aiding Heavenly Tower Mountain."
Ling Su’s eyes flashed with anger, but she didn’t lash out as she usually would. Instead, she stared directly at her senior brother.
This was precisely why she had resisted Shen Yi’s entry into the sect from the beginning.
The Spiritual Void Cave lineage was already weak, and the eldest brother had always been hesitant, unwilling to truly step forward and fight for their share. Now, with another mouth to feed, it was highly likely that a portion of what belonged to her would be taken away.
Under her intense gaze, Yun Miao felt a twinge of guilt and a flicker of annoyance. He whispered harshly, "Why are you making that face!"
He had thought that, as a Third Grade Cultivator who had reached the pinnacle of the 99 Transformations, and as the leader of the younger generation in the sect, he would at least be shown some respect. After all, the Spirit Void lineage had nearly been wiped out while serving the sect, and everyone had a stake in it. These people should at least give him some face.
Even if they didn’t actually grant him a piece of land, they should at least make a gesture to show they wouldn’t mistreat him, allowing him to stabilize the situation with the South Continent cultivators.
But now, this was the result.
Unfortunately, Yun Miao had already made bold promises, and now it was too late to take them back. He waved his sleeve solemnly, adopting the demeanor of the eldest brother. "This is also a good opportunity for you to show Dan Emperor, Junior Brother, around the North Continent."
He frowned slightly, adding with deeper meaning, "We’ll discuss the rest once the Master returns."
Ling Su’s expression didn’t improve upon hearing this.
She looked deeply at her senior brother. "Understood."
Relying on this eldest brother to protect her own territory was futile.
"..."
Shen Yi stood quietly to the side, seemingly oblivious to the hidden conflict between the two, and he made no attempt to politely decline.
He needed to seize every opportunity to quickly integrate into the ironclad realm of the North Continent.
As for humility?
A slight show of politeness would only give others the chance to kick him out.
"Follow me."
Ling Su turned and walked away, her voice low and solemn. She summoned her magical artifact and darted off the Half-Fallen Cliff without looking back.
Shen Yi, although unable to use his Fire Dragon Carriage, was adept at traveling. With a few steps, he entered the Grand Emptiness, keeping pace with Ling Su.
...
North Continent, Kaifang Province.
What was once a majestic and towering city had now been reduced to rubble and ruins. The cracked and stained bricks still bore traces of dark red blood, and the city was a wasteland, with the stench of excrement permeating the air.
Most of the city’s residents huddled in groups, sitting among the broken tiles and rocks, their eyes vacant and faces expressionless. Others, alone, laughed foolishly.
If the city was in such a state, one could only imagine the conditions in the rest of Kaifang Province.
As they approached Heavenly Tower Mountain, even the huddled figures became fewer. Most people were curled up in dilapidated shacks, barely moving. If not for their faint breathing, they would be indistinguishable from the dead bodies scattered around.
"..."
Shen Yi stood with his hands at his sides, silently taking in the scene.
With the means of the Immortal Sect, if they truly wanted to aid these people, it would take only a few days to help the refugees rebuild their homes and return to normal life.
But from the looks of these people, the situation had been ongoing for months.
Ling Su walked slowly, surveying the area like a lioness inspecting her territory.
Soon, a few neatly dressed, ethereal cultivators appeared at the end of a small path. One carried a jade bottle in one hand and a bag in the other, while another led the way, holding a statue of Ling Su Zhenren.
The group moved swiftly through the dirty and foul-smelling area, their robes fluttering.
As they appeared, the previously lifeless crowd suddenly stirred. Their gaunt faces and cracked lips betrayed their desperate state, yet they mustered the last of their strength to struggle to their feet, kneeling respectfully on either side. They cried out in joy, "We welcome the immortal masters!"
An endless line of people, all performing the same respectful gesture.
Their tears were for the current misery, but their joy was because they truly believed these were the immortals who would save them.
Month after month, the immortals provided food and aid without expecting anything in return.
The people no longer had to work for their food; they only needed to wait, and the immortals would ensure they didn’t starve to death.
Of course, it’s only enough to keep them from starving. To be fully fed is impossible, as even immortals need time to gather enough food and water.
These days, the scene everywhere is one of desolation. There are too few immortals to provide for everyone. It’s already a great act of kindness and virtue to keep them alive.
As for the imperial court... After being breached by demons, the court long ago abandoned these people. According to the Immortal Master, the imperial city still shines brightly at night, filled with revelry and music.
The emperor is decadent and ignorant, neglecting state affairs and indulging in wine and pleasure, angering the heavens and bringing about the current demonic calamity.
Those who slay demons are immortals! Those who relieve suffering are immortals!
Only by aspiring to the path of immortality can we hope to return to the former era of prosperity!
"Hehe."
Ling Su took in the reverent expressions of the crowd, satisfied by the long line of people kneeling before her. Her fingers curled slightly, and a faint yellow mist gathered in her palm, forming a Hundred-Tribulations Golden Pill.
The bountiful harvest seemed to have washed away the displeasure that had earlier clouded the True Lady's heart, bringing a smile to her face.
But when she caught a glimpse of the young man behind her, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. It was like a fly in a fine dish, truly revolting.
The disciples of the Spiritual Void Cave finally began distributing food. Each time they grabbed a handful from the small bag, countless people surged forward, crowding the area.
Some, who managed to grab a handful of spiritual rice, fearing it would be taken away, simply crouched on the ground and swallowed it mixed with dust, choking as they did so. Even as they clutched their throats, their faces turning blue, they refused to spit it out, knowing that if they did, others would eat it.
The Immortal Master pushed through the crowd, crouching behind one such person and gently patting his back, not to mock but with genuine concern. She handed over the Jade Cleansing Bottle and personally gave him water to drink.
The man finally caught his breath, looking up at the Immortal Master. For some reason, his eyes welled up, and his voice became choked with emotion.
He said nothing, only bowing his head repeatedly until it bled.
"There’s no need to fight over the food. True Lady Ling Su has gone to great lengths to gather enough supplies. There’s enough for everyone."
The Immortal Master stood up again.
Survival is a natural instinct, and in times of scarcity, fighting over resources is normal.
But with just a few simple words, without any forceful intervention, the chaotic crowd quickly formed an orderly line, falling silent.
"Quite well-trained."
Ling Su cast an approving glance at the disciple.
If everything went according to plan, with another two to three years of aid and a grand spectacle to warn the people, they could secure the hearts of the masses for generations to come.
Of course, that’s assuming nothing goes wrong.
Unnoticed by others, a cold gleam appeared in Ling Su’s eyes.
She continued her journey toward Heavenly Tower Mountain to better observe her Daoist sanctuary.
At that moment, a streak of light suddenly fell from the sky, accompanied by a loud crash. A massive, bloodied figure landed on the mountain. Its scales had been stripped, its tendons pulled out, and its two large horns severed at the root.
It was clearly a white dragon, now grotesque and on the brink of death, with only a last breath remaining.
Its head was held down by someone’s foot.
The young cultivator smiled at Ling Su. "Sister Ling Su, look what I caught."
He waved his hand, showing a small plaque between his fingers.
It read: "Imperial Rain-Bearer."
"This wretch dared to draw water and bring rain to your sanctuary without permission. Fortunately, I happened to pass by and caught it."
For the common people, food and water are the most crucial, with water being the most important.
If the land isn’t dry, they have a chance to farm and forage. The Jade Cleansing Bottle and the spiritual rice in the hands of immortals would then lose much of their value.
Sure enough, Ling Su’s face darkened.
She cast a cold glance at the white dragon, then bowed to the cultivator. "Little sister thanks Brother Mao Feng."
"..."
The white dragon’s mouth was full of blood, and a large gash in its throat was sealed by a spiritual imprint. It couldn’t live, nor could it speak.
With bloodshot eyes, it glared at the three people in front of it, filled with a hatred that would have it devour them alive.
As one of the many rain-bearers of Kaifang Province, it had survived the city’s fall but hesitated to leave.
After recovering from its injuries, it saw the widespread suffering.
Witnessing people fighting over a small can of dirty water, even to the point of killing each other, it couldn’t bear it any longer and brought down a small rain.
Now caught, it could only blame its bad luck. Death was inevitable.
"Our Crimson Cloud Cave and your Spiritual Void Cave have always been on good terms. No need for such formalities."
True Man Mao Feng waved his hand and looked down at the terrified people below.
He spoke in a deep, calm voice, "This vile creature has disrupted the natural order, stealing the rain meant for Kaifang Province, causing a great drought. Now captured by True Lady Ling Su, it must pay the price!"
The words had barely fallen.
This white dragon, already prepared for death, suddenly became frantic. With its dragon sinews removed, it could only wriggle like a worm, opening its toothless mouth to roar, yet unable to utter a single word in its defense.
This frenzied appearance only made its already ugly form even more repulsive.
“……”
The crowd now looked at the white dragon without fear. They all fell silent, their eyes gradually bloodshot, staring straight at the demonic dragon.
In the next moment, their cries of grief and anger merged into a solemn plea: "Please, Exalted Immortals, slay this beast!"
“Roar——”
Under the countless gazes, the white dragon suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
It gradually stopped thrashing and looked back at the three people in front of it, its eyes filled with venom.
Shen Yi met its gaze calmly.
Though the other did not have the long purple beard, it still reminded him of Ziyang, the rain-praying envoy he had met in Nanzhou.
Shen Yi sometimes did not fully understand.
Why did people lose their lives over meaningless matters?
For example, this rain. Once it stopped, Kaifang Province would remain the same, unchanged.
Yet, it seemed that it was precisely these meaningless deeds that drove him further down a path without meaning.
He doubted whether he could truly settle down and become a Bodhisattva or an Immortal Sovereign once the dust settled.
“……”
Mao Feng, seeing the mood was about right, gave a glance to Ling Su.
In such a situation, personally leading the demonic dragon in a parade and then slaying it would leave an indelible impression on these mortals.
Ling Su nodded in understanding.
The white dragon seemed to sense their intentions, its bloodshot eyes showing a trace of fear. In its current state, even self-sacrifice was a luxury it could not afford.
At that moment, it felt a slender hand land beside its eye.
The white dragon's pupils trembled as it looked to the side.
It saw the gentle young man pat its head lightly, his eyes calm. In the next instant, a powerful Disaster Force surged into its skull.
With such profound cultivation, this mere seventh-rank demon did not even feel pain before its breath ceased.
Shen Yi slowly stood up.
The crowd, who had been staring at the demonic dragon, instantly turned their gazes to this tall figure.
“……”
This sudden move left Mao Feng stunned, looking at Ling Su in confusion.
He did not recognize this young cultivator and did not know why he had suddenly upstaged Ling Su.
Ling Su's face was already ashen, her eyes fixed on Shen Yi.
After a long while, a sneer curved her lips. "Little Brother Dan Emperor, don't blame your senior sister for not warning you. You've just arrived in Beizhou, and your heart is too impatient... it could lead to trouble."
With that, Ling Su angrily flicked her sleeve and turned. "Let's go."
She swiftly led Mao Feng away from Kaifang Province.
They drifted aimlessly for a long time before settling on a beautiful green mountain.
"Senior Sister Ling Su, what's going on? Heavenly Tower Mountain is your domain. How could he act so presumptuously, and you just leave him there?"
Mao Feng frowned.
"What's going on? My good senior brother plans to give half of Heavenly Tower Mountain to him." Ling Su sneered, her voice filled with resentment.
"Isn't that... too absurd? As the senior brother, Yun Miao should support you, not help an outsider." Mao Feng complained, then asked, "What do you plan to do?"
Ling Su's mood finally improved slightly, gritting her teeth. "No more waiting!"
This insect demon disciple was acting so brazenly. If they followed the original plan and provided relief for two more years, who knew how many more problems would arise.
She couldn't let her domain be taken before her master returned.
"Senior Brother Mao Feng, please help me find that great demon. I intend to establish the True Immortal Shrine as soon as possible!"
"No problem. It's been hungry lately and should come out soon... But, Senior Sister, be careful when you act. Don't really kill it; I still have big plans for it." Mao Feng chuckled.
"Don't worry, I won't let it starve. I'll at least satisfy it a bit, as compensation for my injury to it."
Ling Su was straightforward and agreed without hesitation.
To seize a domain, relying on empty titles like a dead master or a destroyed sect was useless. It all came down to strength.
This great demon possessed the Three Transformations cultivation. Even if the insect demon disciple had the intention, he lacked the means.
(End of Chapter)
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