Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 497 - 460 Xuan Qing Knocks on the Door Shen Yi

Chapter 497: Chapter 460: Xuan Qing Knocks on the Door, Shen Yi Ascends to the Throne (5K)_3

Chapter 497: Chapter 460: Xuan Qing Knocks on the Door, Shen Yi Ascends to the Throne (5K)_3

“If it’s an ordinary loose cultivator,”

“there shouldn’t be much of a problem,”

“so you’d best first rely on other methods to recover those former vassals of the Nanyang Sect. Although their strength is mediocre, they’re still enough to maintain appearances. With their help, your travels in Nan Hong will be much smoother,”

At this point, Li Xuanqing showed a trace of apology, “It might be a bit troublesome, but the path to rebuilding an immortal sect is inherently difficult… At least I’m not very good at it.”

He might have been acting on impulse, seeing his own past self in Shen Yi.

But there was no room for entanglement in this matter.

A cultivator who could advance to the middle stage of Return to Void in just a few months, and who also had three celestial palaces, was someone no sane cultivator could afford to watch continue cultivating.

This was a struggle for the treasure land of Union Dao!

Better to stand up openly and face the spears they thrust at you than wait to be wounded by hidden arrows.

The events unfolded even faster than Li Xuanqing had mentioned.

In just one afternoon.

Six Baiyu Medallions, accompanied by many Baiyu Capital Cultivators, surrounded by auspicious clouds, hovered outside the Nanyang Sect.

“The Nan Hong Seven Sons, the Sect Master’s edict has arrived!”

“Congratulations to Shen Dao friend on taking charge of the Nanyang Immortal Sect. We present modest gifts in twofold.”

The sonorous voice nearly spread across the firmament, causing all creatures who heard it to fall into dead silence.

Before the echo had faded, a gold-inlaid jade name list had already been delivered to the Nanyang Relief.

The list above recorded all the former vassals of the Nanyang Sect.

“From this day on, we alliance sects will no longer involve ourselves in any internal affairs of Nanyang, all of which is handed back to Sect Master Shen for disposal,”

“This is the first gift,”

“From this day on, we’ll send out a Dao Plate inviting all from afar, and in three months’ time, convene the Seven Sects’ Grand Assembly to celebrate the water and land of Nan Hong, honoring our Sect Master of Nanyang!”

“This is the second gift,”

“The presentation of gifts is complete,”

The Baiyu Capital elder holding the edict slowly fell silent, leading hundreds of Baiyu Capital Cultivators to bow respectfully.

Then, standing straight up once again, he continued, “Now to speak some heartfelt words on behalf of several Sect Masters, if Sect Master Shen feels inadequate, we alliance sects are still willing to open our doors to you, and everything will be as before.”

None of the six Baiyu Dao Medallions made a sound.

It was evidently an acknowledgment of his words.

Xuan Qing’s face had grown so large that the entire Nan Hong Seven Sons were willing to indulge him in a farce, even to the point of broadcasting it widely.

But with such honor on one’s shoulders, one also had to shoulder the responsibilities of a giant of the Union Dao stage.

“We take our leave!”

The host of Baiyu Capital Cultivators bowed again and then rode the clouds back.

Such a profound aura gathered together, compelling even the heavens and earth to change color.

They came quickly and left just as swiftly.

Until the clouds lightened and the wind calmed, the outside of the Nanyang Sect returned to its former tranquility.

The screen surged, engulfing the sealed name list.

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“…”

Shen Yi sat inside the Ancestral Master Hall, holding the name list, and looked at Li Xuanqing with a somewhat speechless expression, “Is that all? Not a single tangible benefit?”

After all that talk, it amounted to nothing but empty words.

Had the Nan Hong Seven Sons become so destitute?

“Sigh,” Li Xuanqing laughed while shaking his head, looking earnestly at Shen Yi, “You are the Sect Master, equal to a giant of the Unity Realm Stage, only heaven and earth can congratulate you, only those of the same realm can congratulate you, why should you care for mundane trinkets?”

Mundane worldly goods would only sully the hands of immortals.

“According to the rules, it’s your turn to bestow them with blessings,” Li Xuanqing gently reminded.

“Not even a bit.”

Shen Yi directly withdrew his gaze, which he had previously cast through the Sect Protection Formation.

In the expressions of that group of Baiyu Capital Cultivators, he saw envy, dissatisfaction, and deep greed.

But it was very hard to find any sincere congratulations.

This overt threat is likely hard to defend against, too.

“Let me introduce them to you,” Li Xuanqing reached for the roster and began to slowly flip through it, “These four families all have a Baiyu Capital Garrison, and their hostility towards you is the least.”

“Hostility?” Shen Yi glanced sideways.

“Of course there would be hostility. After all, these vassals once had the shelter of Unity Realm Stage giants, but now only we remain, while the tributes remain unchanged,” Li Xuanqing continued to flip through, a trace of melancholy in his eyes: “Only one hundred eighty-two families left, huh.”

It was clear that, within these hundred thousand years, the life of Nanyang Sect’s vassals hadn’t been too good.

“At least for now, keep them under control to prevent any rebellions and drag it out until the Alliance Sect formally convenes the meeting of the Seven Sons three months later. The Alliance is putting you in a difficult position, but we have no other choice,” Li Xuanqing closed the roster.

“How do I keep them under control?” Shen Yi frowned slightly.

“You’ve been out with the managers of the Pure Moon Sect before; you should know that when these vassals encounter any trouble, they report to the Immortal Sect,” Li Xuanqing explained.

“Solve their problems… or eliminate them.”

At this point, Li Xuanqing’s demeanor took on a more indifferent shade.

The Immortal Sect was inherently a path of slaughter.

Whether to guard Nan Hong or to make an example by killing a chicken to scare the monkeys, it was up to one’s own heart.

“It shouldn’t be too many, right?”

Shen Yi let out a breath, knowing that now he was on his own.

With this thought, he walked slowly out of the Ancestral Master Hall.

Unbeknownst to him, the outside was already crowded with people.

Great Qian, Xu Family, Wutong Mountain, Yu Clan, Chen Family…

“Congratulations, Sect Master!”

Hearing the echoing voices around his ears.

Shen Yi’s expression became even calmer, unaware of when the number of people he needed to protect had increased so much.

The familiar faces flashed before his eyes.

Jiang Qiulan stood quietly in the crowd, biting her red lips, looking up at her towering mountain.

“…”

It seemed not to be too big a problem, after all.

Shen Yi waved his hand, dispersing the crowd.

Then he opened the sect gates and welcomed in several managers from the Nanyang Relief.

Liu Qianyun, with a strange expression, walked at the forefront.

She first respectfully bowed her head and called out “Sect Master Shen”.

Then, she handed over the stack of volumes, almost taller than her own head, with earnest care.

Crack.

Shen Yi clenched his fist tightly.

He glanced back at Xuan Qing, who had re-entered his meditative state, with a hint of dangerous aura emerging in his eyes.

Damn you!