Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 495 - 460 Xuan Qing Knocks on the Door Shen Yi

Chapter 495: Chapter 460: Xuan Qing Knocks on the Door, Shen Yi Ascends to the Throne (5K)

Chapter 495: Chapter 460: Xuan Qing Knocks on the Door, Shen Yi Ascends to the Throne (5K)

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Nan Hong Seven Sons, Heavenly Sword Sect.

Within the light barrier lay a stark Sword Mountain, bristling with countlessly many Divine Weapons perched at the summit.

Liu Xingshan sat cross-legged at the peak.

He slowly set down the Dao Plate he held, as if he had come to some sort of agreement, and in unison with a few other figures within the Heavenly Sword Sect, they all raised their tea cups.

“To heaven and earth.”

Liu Xingshan’s eyes shone brightly, his whole being seemingly transformed into a Divine Sword with its murderous intent piercing the skies.

Sitting in desolation at White Jade Capital for tens of thousands of years had nearly eroded their fighting spirit.

“To our own Great Dao!”

Accompanied by a low shout, Liu Xingshan and the remaining figures brought their tea cups to their lips.

Just as they were about to drink it all in one gulp.

A familiar voice resounded by their ears.

“Nanyang Xuan Qing, paying a visit to the Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect.”

This calm and undisturbed sentence echoed endlessly within the entire Heavenly Sword Sect.

Liu Xingshan’s hand trembled slightly, the tea cup between his fingers unintentionally dropped, shattering with a crack atop Sword Mountain.

He instinctively looked beyond the light barrier.

Within the Heavenly Sword Sect, numerous disciples were all showing puzzled expressions, not knowing who would dare challenge them outside their sect.

And to request a meeting with the Sect Master straight away?

However, anyone who recognized the name was a formidable being in their own Boundary.

Their expressions were all ones of shock and soon they swarmed like frantic bees, rushing towards the outside of the sect!

Atop the overbearing and sharp Heavenly Sword relief outside, a dense throng of figures quickly gathered, including Direct Disciples, all staring intently into the distance.

In the one empty spot.

A wooden figure with a shattered chest stood quietly, arms hanging by its sides.

After uttering those words.

Li Xuanqing remained in that pose, silently awaiting a response from the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Until nearly eight figures burst forth from the light barrier simultaneously.

Eight elders of White Jade Capital made an appearance.

Including Liu Xingshan, four of them, with unsightly expressions, took a slow step forward and cupped their hands, “Elder Xuan Qing, what brings you here?”

Facing the inquiry of the eight White Jade Capital elders.

Li Xuanqing remained unfazed.

His eyes did not even acknowledge their presence.

He just calmly watched the Heavenly Sword Sect and after silently counting to thirty breaths in his heart.

A slight sneer of mockery appeared on that wooden face.

In the instant they saw this smile.

The Direct Disciples and elders of White Jade Capital seemed to suddenly recall something very unpleasant.

Indeed, the next moment.

The words that came from the wooden figure’s mouth brought a drastic change to their expressions.

Li Xuanqing slightly lifted his head, his whole demeanor instantly turned brazen and unruly, mixed with an air of roguish nonchalance: “Uncle Master Lin, don’t be shameless if face is offered to you; you better step down from the stage Xuan Qing has set for you.”

“You!”

Liu Xingshan was seething with rage internally, but was grabbed by someone beside him.

The others were also restless with anger, yet forcibly glued their feet to the Heavenly Sword relief.

“…”

Liu Xingshan felt his whole body’s energy restrained, clenched his teeth quietly, and resentfully looked up to the heavens.

But in the end, he could only drop his head in a mix of anger and loss.

It was true that Li Xuanqing had fallen on hard times and had even made a great mistake.

But no one punished him, not out of leniency, but because unless the Nan Hong Seven Sons joined forces, it would indeed be very difficult to contend with his network of connections; thus, for these hundred thousand years, he had been punishing himself.

Yes, his network of connections.

Logically speaking, once one reaches the Return to Void Boundary, so-called relationships depend more on the entanglement of interests.

Once one’s strength and Boundary fall, and they can no longer provide the same value as before, even the closest relationships will gradually weaken under the test of long years.

But Xuan Qing was an exception.

What he provided… was emotional value! In Hongze, a large group of people had been eagerly waiting for him for many years!

As time passed, this network became even more formidable than it was a hundred thousand years ago!

They had merely aged, not yet died.

“I thought you would change a bit over these many years.”

Soon, a deep voice came from within the Heavenly Sword Sect, as if earth and sky were whispering, filled with mystical undertones.

“Enough, stop your prattle, I never liked listening to you blather even before,” Li Xuanqing waved his hand, cutting off the person speaking, and turned around: “Today I am just here to inform you, Shen Yi is assuming the position of Sect Master, reopening the Nanyang Sect, and within three days, return everything that belongs to us.”

Without waiting for a response,

Li Xuanqing soared up and disappeared into the mist, heading towards the next sect.

“Nanyang Xuan Qing, paying a visit to the Unparalleled Sect Master!”

“Nanyang Xuan Qing, paying a visit to the Ling Yue Sect Master!”

“Nanyang Xuan Qing, paying a visit to the Ling Yun Sect Master!”

One after another, these calls stirred up a commotion among the Nan Hong Seven Sons.

Countless figures surged out of the sects’ precious lands, all to catch a glimpse of that wooden figure.

Li Xuanqing was like a competent enforcer.

Going from one door to the next to collect debts.

Until his figure descended onto the relief of the Pure Moon Sect, where many disciples, having heard of his arrival, were already waiting respectfully at the sect’s entrance.

“Uncle Master Ji, Xuan Qing is here to see you.”

Li Xuanqing broke off a piece of wood from his body and lightly carved a few strokes on it with his fingertips, using it as a visit card, which he passed into the hands of the graceful figure cloaked in white gauze in front of him.

The moonlight of Pure Moon illumined the mortal realm, yet remained hazy and out of reach.

“You young fellow, you’re really perfunctory.”

From within the white gauze, a warm feminine voice responded, casually accepting the visit card.

“Courtesy is courtesy, but what’s owed must still be returned,” Li Xuanqing bowed with cupped hands.

The great Nan Hong Seven Sons, Nanyang Immortal Sect, seeking to emerge anew in Hongze – the first order of business was to regain the acknowledgment of their ardent supporters.

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“It was only ever meant to be in our care,” answered the feminine voice lightly.