Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 500 - 461 The Brave Puppet Sect (5K4 thanks to

Chapter 500 -461: The Brave Puppet Sect (5K4, thanks to the Alliance Hierarch Blue Demon)_3

Chapter 500 -461: The Brave Puppet Sect (5K4, thanks to the Alliance Hierarch Blue Demon)_3

This time, the Puppet Sect encountered a demon calamity; even the sect’s Guardian Spirit Puppets were damaged. It was only thanks to Yang Lin finding the Heaven and Earth Treasures needed for repairs that we managed to hold out until our own people came to support.

The right to speak was crucial at that moment.

Considering this, he slowly said, “Our journey here was solely to help the Puppet Sect out of its predicament; we hadn’t thought about what comes after. I advise Brother Yang to focus on the present.”

“What use is repelling this demon invasion?!”

Yang Lin suddenly raised his voice, “Are you all still blind? Fools! Without the protection of the Nan Hong Seven Sons, calamities like this will only become more frequent in the future! Do you really expect to keep hoping on the so-called Nanyang Immortal Sect and pay those exorbitantly expensive tributes?”

As he spoke, he forcefully waved his sleeve, his face reddening, “I might as well speak plainly today. I’ve heard of what happened to the Nan Hong Seven Sons. That so-called Nanyang Sect is nothing but a bunch of natives with Divinity Transformation capabilities, plus a few Return to Void early-stage cultivators who have also angered the Alliance Sect.”

“Would you bear to give tributes to such an existence?”

Angered the Alliance Sect? These few simple words plunged the crowd into dead silence once again.

Seeing this, a shadow of gloom flashed in Yang Lin’s eyes as he raised his arm and loudly declared, “If you wish to pay tributes, that’s your affair, but the Puppet Sect will not. We won’t use the things we’ve worked hard to collect just to support a bunch of cowards who only know how to hide in their sect’s sanctuaries.”

“If they want it, let them come and collect it themselves!”

Yang Lin stood in the middle of the gathering, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone’s faces, yet not a single person dared meet his eyes.

He finally let out a sigh of relief in his heart.

Until a voice of indifference came from the sky above.

“The Nanyang Sect has arrived, who presides over this place?”

As the voice spoke, the gathered crowd instinctively looked up towards the heavens.

They saw three white-haired elders standing with their hands hanging by their sides.

Their black robes fluttering slightly, the Nanyang silver patterns on them glaringly conspicuous.

Behind the three elders, there was also a tall figure in an Ink Robe, looking down tranquilly from above, seemingly unhearing of the conversation that just took place.

“Heh.”

Yang Lin’s eyelids twitched. The atmosphere he had painstakingly created collapsed rapidly with the appearance of these people.

Sure enough, under the lead of Qinghai Prefecture, including the Puppet Sect members, everyone couldn’t help but stand up, intending to salute those figures.

“Stand up! No kneeling!”

Yang Lin, with a fierce expression, turned back and swept his gaze over them, clenching his fist tightly, “Haven’t you understood? We’ve waited half a month, just for a few Return to Void fourth level cultivators. What are they doing here now? To feed the demons, or to take the last tribute while we’re unaware?”

The crowd wavered slightly.

But Chen Family Clan elders slowly furrowed their brows, forcefully maintaining their composure.

They were mere paper tigers.

One sentence was not enough to control these people, and the effect of their official robes would only grow weaker and weaker.

Realizing that the crowd still hadn’t saluted,

the Chen Family Clan elder with the thinnest skin involuntarily glanced at Sect Master Shen.

The situation seemed utterly bizarre.

The Chen Family had also been under the protection of the Nan Hong Seven Sons before.

Putting themselves in the same position, even if they faced the same situation, and even if their mindsets had shifted, it wouldn’t happen so quickly, and certainly not so openly.

If they were only looking out for themselves, there was no need to offend an Immortal Sect with a Union Dao sanctuary, for even a dying camel is bigger than a horse.

This… It seemed more like a deliberate attempt to embarrass Sect Master Shen.

“Uh.”

The very next moment, the Chen Family Clan elder saw Sect Master Shen descend slowly towards the ground. Snapping back to reality, he hurriedly followed.

Whatever the case, as long as the Sect Master hadn’t spoken,

they had to stand firm.

“You…”

Yang Lin stared intently at the young man who had just landed on the high platform, realizing that the latter’s expression was completely calm as he walked slowly towards him.

As Shen Yi took a step forward, those around him gradually bowed their heads.

He could hardly imagine that if this young man were to speak up, his previous efforts would have instantly lost their effect.

“Stop right there! Who allowed you to barge into the Puppet Sect!”

As the words were spoken, Yang Lin clapped his hands together, and suddenly behind him emerged a giant tiger-shaped Spirit Puppet, eight zhang tall, with a body radiating red light, a ferocious appearance, and so lifelike that one couldn’t tell it was inanimate.

This was precisely the treasured mascot of the Puppet Sect.

A Crimson-Bearded Blood Claw Puppet comparable to the sixth level of Return to Void.

The freshly repaired Spirit Puppet, now with a few new wounds, was also the reason why other Puppet Sect cultivators watched on helplessly as he acted rashly.

“If you don’t stop now, don’t blame me for being impolite.”

Yang Lin feigned calm but subconsciously glanced at a certain spot.

There was no turning back now.

Thinking this, ferocity surged in his eyes, his fingers wove spells, and the Crimson-Bearded Blood Claw Puppet behind him let out a deep roar that shook the mountains and forests, with its inner red light soaring into the sky.

The huge, robust body stepped forward into the air, landing heavily in front of Shen Yi.

Its pair of blood-red eyes revealed the same expression as Yang Lin’s.

Looking down from above at the slim figure below.

This action nearly made everyone present faint from fear, even the elders of the Puppet Sect couldn’t help running out: “Yang Lin, why push matters to such extremes! Restrain yourself quickly!”

“I didn’t want to push matters to an extreme, I just wanted him to obediently leave the Puppet Sect,” Yang Lin said, his hoarse voice emanating from the mouth of the Crimson-Bearded Blood Claw Puppet.

Facing a Spirit Puppet of such a terrifying boundary, the elders of the Chen Family Clan’s faces twitched slightly, but they still resolutely stood behind Shen Yi.

They had witnessed even more horrifying things.

Indeed, Shen Yi never stopped his stride, as if he hadn’t heard Yang Lin’s words at all, with no sign of the fierce Crimson-Bearded Blood Claw Puppet in his eyes.

At the moment he reached the front of the Crimson-Bearded Blood Claw Puppet.

He still appeared utterly composed, seemingly without even moving a finger.

But a deafening roar resonated in everyone’s ears!

Crack!

The massive Crimson-Bearded Blood Claw Puppet shattered and flew backwards in pieces!

The red glow disintegrated! Those precious materials didn’t last a single breath before turning into powder.

Under the torrent of fearsome force, the remaining carcass of the Spirit Puppet submerged Yang Lin’s body, blood plasma oozed from the crevices, staining the stone platform red.

The remaining carcass of the Spirit Puppet trembled slightly, and the person buried underneath soon perished.

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Only at this moment did the terrifying roar slowly fade away.

“…”

Shen Yi passed by the dumbstruck Puppet Sect crowd, casually grabbed a chair, walked to the front row, dusted off his clothes, and leaned back into the seat.

“Ah.”

The crowd gasped for air, staring fixedly at that calm figure.

At that instant, they couldn’t control themselves as they knelt on the ground: “We welcome the venerable arrival of the Nanyang Sect’s Immortal to the Puppet Sect, and apologize for not greeting you from afar. We beg for your forgiveness!”

Shen Yi casually swept his gaze forward, his voice still unflustered: “No need to kneel, speak your business.”

The elders of the Chen Family Clan stood behind the chair, looking at the rises and falls of heads in front of them, suddenly feeling a sense of déjà vu.

Actually, most people were quite normal.

It was just Yang Lin… Was the other side always so brave?

Shen Yi sat quietly in the chair, his gaze inadvertently swept over a certain spot, a chill appearing on his lips.

With everything laid out in the open, some were still unwilling to cease their hidden attacks.