Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 537 - 475

Chapter 537: 475

Chapter 537: 475

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The three great Immortal Sects came to visit.

Many astute disciples had vaguely sensed something unusual.

The annihilation of Peach Blossom Villa and the mysterious deaths of the attendants and External Elders of the Nan Hong Seven Sons were supposed to cause turmoil within Nan Hong.

But including the Heavenly Sword Fairy, those cultivators who went to inquire at Nanyang Sect returned to their own sects with furrowed brows in haste.

Instead of having the expected conflicts with Nanyang Sect imagined by everyone,

they decisively captured several more disciples and External Elders.

“Rubbish.”

Heavenly Sword Sect Elder Liu slowly clenched his fist.

He didn’t care about the specifics of what happened; he only knew that such a rare opportunity had been so casually squandered.

This Heavenly Sword Fairy was indeed very generous.

Using the lives of her External Elders to curry favor, truly admirable.

“…”

As a Baiyu Capital Cultivator, Liu Xingshan rarely showed his emotions on his face.

But at this moment, there was a twitch in his eyelids, and a scene from not long ago surfaced in his eyes.

When he learned of the reappearance of Nanyang Treasure Land, he immediately used his Dao Plate to travel there, only to see a bunch of ignorant commoners.

He praised them insincerely for having the bearing of a dragon.

He remembered that at that time, the young man surnamed Shen had what strength; the two strongest people in the entire Nanyang Treasure Land were only at the first layer of the Return to Void Realm. He was wearing a Nanyang white robe, probably only slightly stronger than those two, but definitely not by much.

If he were in the Heavenly Sword Sect, he would at most be an Inner Sect Disciple.

But the events that had taken place during this time had suddenly robbed Liu Xingshan of his usual composure.

Nanyang Sect had inexplicably transformed from a group of natives with low cultivation into an existence capable of annihilating Peach Blossom Villa.

Of course, in Liu Xingshan’s eyes, Peach Blossom Villa was not considered a significant force.

But the shockingly rapid rise of Nanyang Sect had instilled a deep fear in people.

This was not something that could be casually dismissed with the claim of a profound accumulation.

The current Shen Yi reminded Liu Xingshan of the once Xuan Qing, and even more so of a Xuan Qing who possessed a He Dao Bao Di.

It’s too late!

The moment this thought crossed his mind, beads of sweat appeared on Liu Xingshan’s forehead.

He actually felt threatened by a young cultivator in the mid-stage of the Return to Void Realm.

At this thought,

Liu Xingshan slowly stood and walked towards the outside of the light screen.

Just as he was about to step out,

a delicate little hand suddenly reached in and flicked his shoulder.

“Heh.”

Liu Xingshan looked down at the small hand withdrawing from his shoulder, and the sweat on his brow suddenly increased.

“I say, is your head filled with manure?”

Along with the sound of her voice, a petite figure floated in, appearing to be only seven or eight years old.

She stood with her hands behind her back, standing on a jade gourd.

She wore a robe obviously much too large for her, which, while comical, only made her look all the more childish and adorable.

Yet, this well-behaved face bore a domineering presence.

Even when facing one of the eight Baiyu Capital Elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect, she still maintained a condescending attitude.

“I sent someone to summon you, didn’t you understand?”

As she spoke, she reached out and twisted the slack skin on Liu Xingshan’s face, then lightly patted it: “At times like this, don’t stir up trouble for me, understand? If you understand, nod your head.”

Crack, crack.

Liu Xingshan clenched his fingers tightly, his eyes nearly blazing with fire.

He felt a righteous indignation, as if to say, ‘Don’t bully the poor just because they are old.’

But, unfortunately, the girl in her seven or eight-year-old appearance was in the prime of her rebirth cycle, at her most powerful state. With her divine sword unsheathed, it was difficult to resist her edge.

“This old man just wanted to go out and clear his mind,”

Liu Xingshan closed his eyes and spoke in a deep voice.

Seeing this, the petite girl raised her eyebrows, her mouth curving up in a clear voice, “Who cares?”

Leaving these words behind, she wiped her hand, which had patted the old man’s face, on his clothes in no hurry, then turned and left the light screen.

Leaving Liu Xingshan standing in place, his breathing slightly erratic.

The desire in his eyes for the He Dao Bao Di intensified several fold.

…

Nanyang Sect.

Xuan Qing held a booklet, using his fingertip to erase the names of the Puppet Sect and Peach Blossom Villa one by one.

The Sect Master had just taken over the book, and two out of one hundred eighty-two families were already gone.

In any Alliance Sect, this would be a major matter requiring someone to be held accountable.

Unfortunately, within Nanyang Treasure Land, no one yet had the power to govern Sect Master Shen.

As for Xuan Qing himself, he didn’t even bother to ask; judging from his observation of Sect Master Shen over these days, he believed the other party must have his own reasons for his actions.

“Be more careful,” Xuan Qing simply turned to the side and reminded once more.

The saying goes that the taller the tree, the more wind it catches. Sect Master Shen’s tree was not yet tall, but it was growing far too rapidly.

The heirs of the Alliance Sects all had their ways to intimidate the Baiyu Capital Cultivators of other sects.

Sect Master Shen clearly did not yet have this strength, and what’s more, he had to face not just one sect’s Baiyu Capital Cultivators.

“Alright.”

Shen Yi looked at the statue of the Ancestral Master before him.

This must be the sole Union Dao Realm Stage giant of each Immortal Sect, unfortunately, for the Nanyang Sect, it is now merely an ordinary statue.

It’s impossible not to panic.

Until now, Shen Yi had not seen a genuine Baiyu Capital Cultivator take action and had no concept of them, let alone a strategy to deal with them.

But what Shen Yi understood even more was that panicking was useless.

It would be better to enhance one’s strength and have a bit more assurance of survival when the real crisis arrives.

[Slain a Return to Void Realm Azure Scale Jiao, totaling 217,000 years of longevity, remaining longevity is 126,000 years, absorption complete]

[Remaining Demon longevity: 495,000 years]

The encounter with that group of aquatic race demons during the visit to the Peach Blossom Manor had provided Shen Yi with some foundational strength. Including the two Demon Origins given to Qinghua, it unexpectedly exceeded 500,000 years.

Although the demons were not many and their cultivation low, the overall quality of their longevity was clearly a notch higher than that of the Dragon Fish Palace.

“Whose weapon is this?”

Shen Yi took out a long-handled greatsword from the finger ring that had been seized from the Azure Scale Jiao.

Xuan Qing looked at it closely with a light sigh, “Southern Dragon Palace…”

He couldn’t quite understand how Sect Master Shen managed to be besieged by enemies upon setting foot in Nan Hong.

“Is there a reason?”

If it’s a private grievance both sides acknowledged like Dao Hai, then it wouldn’t be a big problem.

“There is, and there isn’t.”

Shen Yi returned the long-handled greatsword to the finger ring.

To powers like Nan Hong Seven Sons and the Dragon Palace, unless they cross each other’s lines, nothing else counts as a reason, let alone the lives of ordinary mortals.

“Then we have trouble.”

Xuan Qing closed his eyes, not to mention he now only had a wooden body. Even at his peak, he wouldn’t dare to easily disrupt the balance between the Nan Hong Seven Sons and the Dragon Palace.

To put it simply, if Sect Master Shen can freely slay a general of the Dragon Palace today, tomorrow the Dragon Palace could intercept a direct disciple of an Immortal Sect.

Once both sides truly go to war, there will be no peace in Nan Hong.

It could even draw in the other Dragon Palaces.

“Let’s not talk about what happens later, the pressing matter now is to ensure your own safety.”

“At least one Baiyu Capital Cultivator is needed to protect your path, otherwise, try not to leave the Nanyang Treasure Land.”

Generals of the Dragon Palace are under the jurisdiction of the Dragon Descendants. Those used to throwing their weight around in Nan Hong are not the type to swallow their anger easily.

Although not every Dragon Descendant has the strength of Baiyu Capital, one must plan for the worst-case scenario.

“Huh.”

What Shen Yi was most lacking now were the Demon Town Stones. Relying solely on the resources inside the Nanyang Treasure Land would not support his Immeasurable Demon Emperor Palace.

But Baiyu Capital Cultivators… are not so easily invited.

Just at this moment.

A few figures once again landed on the Nanyang Relief.

Apart from the familiar Yan Wencheng and Liu Qianyun, the one walking in front was a face Shen Yi had seen before.

The somewhat solemn middle-aged man steadied himself and calmly bowed: “Elder Liu Shiqian of Pure Moon Sect greets Sect Master of Nanyang.”

He had said before that if Shen Yi needed help with anything, he could ask him.

But unexpectedly, instead of Shen Yi visiting Pure Moon Sect to find him, he came to Nanyang Sect first.

“Here comes a Baiyu Capital Cultivator.” Xuan Qing smiled with a sidelong glance.

“…”

Shen Yi did not think he had such great influence to have an elder of Pure Moon Sect come over to protect him proactively.

Especially since he had just personally slain an executive of Pure Moon Sect.

He stood up, waved his hand to withdraw the Great Formation.

Then his figure flashed out of the Ancestral Master Hall, returning the gesture, and said slowly, “Elder Liu, please come in.”

“Hiss.”

Watching the tall figure in the sky.

Liu Qianyun felt somewhat overwhelmed by the honor.

To be personally welcomed by the sect master, an honor that not even the Heavenly Sword Fairy had enjoyed—her father, this old wretch, actually did.

Although the sect master’s cultivation was somewhat low, his status was recognized by the other six Union Dao Realm Stage giants.

Moreover, Liu Qianyun had some knowledge of Shen Yi’s aloof nature.

“The sect master is too kind.”

Liu Shiqian, not used to smiling, slowly put his hands together and, with a sigh, took a moment to look at Shen Yi.

He truly hadn’t expected.

That in such a short period of time, the other party would undergo such a dramatic transformation, making him feel somewhat unfamiliar.

Though wearing the white robe of Nanyang just as before, he no longer had the wretched appearance covered in blood, but instead carried a remarkable demeanor, with the makings of a sect leader.

Liu Shiqian withdrew his gaze, spoke softly, “Today Liu Shiqian comes mainly to thank Sect Master Shen for helping Pure Moon Sect clear the hidden dangers and prevent further tragedies.”

“Additionally, considering that the Yan Family was once under Pure Moon Sect’s care and had frequent interactions, Sect Master Shen is new to this place, so let Liu Shiqian lead the way and help introduce you around.”

This time, Liu Shiqian did not hold back his aura.

The atmosphere among the Nan Hong Seven Sons had become so strange, with some people’s ambitions exposed for all to see.

Since I was already ostracized by my peers.

Maybe there’s no need to hide anything anymore.

Acting according to one’s heart leads to clarity of thoughts.

“…”

Shen Yi stood suspended in the air, watching the powerful cultivator before him intently. After a long pause, he bowed seriously again, “Elder Liu’s assistance is much appreciated, Shen Yi thanks you here.”