Immortality Starts From Making Money.-Chapter 335: The Miserable Death of the Liu and Sun clan Ancestors

Chapter 335: The Miserable Death of the Liu and Sun clan Ancestors

Flying over the Desert of the Fallen, two powerhouses streaked across the sky at breathtaking speed.

Their expressions were solemn; their gazes locked firmly toward the Southern Region as turbulent spiritual energy churned faintly around them.

They were ancestors of the ancient Liu Clan and the Sun Clan.

If news of their appearance near the Southern Region were to spread, countless cultivators would dismiss it as nonsense.

These figures had not shown themselves publicly for over two decades. Many even believed they had long since retreated into deep seclusion, or worse, perished.

Yet here they were, traveling openly toward the Southern Region.

At the Southern Region’s border garrison, Mo Jian sat calmly alongside four regional leaders.

Their expressions were steady, betraying no fear despite the intelligence they had just received.

"Young Master," the Governor said cautiously, disbelief evident in his voice, "are you saying we might be attacked by two Nascent Soul powerhouses?"

"Yes," Mo Jian replied, nodding lightly. "That is precisely why I came."

His tone was even, almost casual.

Since deciding to cooperate with a Central Region powerhouse, intelligence between the two sides had flowed constantly.

Movements of ancient clans, secret alliances, and covert mobilizations had all been monitored closely.

"So then, Young Master," the Frost Moon Sect Master asked, brows knitted, "what should we do?"

"We do nothing," Mo Jian replied calmly. "We welcome them with open arms."

The room fell silent.

Confusion spread across the faces of the leaders, but none dared question him. Instead, they chose to wait and observe how matters would unfold.

In the past, the arrival of Nascent Soul powerhouses would have filled them with dread. But now, confidence ran deep in their hearts.

They possessed a magical weapon; one their enemies would never anticipate.

Just then, hurried footsteps echoed outside the chamber.

Creak!

The doors were pushed open as a bald, middle-aged man rushed inside, his breathing slightly uneven.

"Young Master," he reported quickly, "two Nascent Soul powerhouses are approaching our location."

"As expected," Mo Jian said, rising smoothly to his feet. "Let’s welcome our visitors."

With that, he walked out, the others following closely behind.

Outside the garrison walls, the two powerhouses had already noticed the defensive formation and slowed their advance.

Based on the intelligence they had gathered, they knew there had to be a terrifying hidden powerhouse within the Southern Region.

Acting rashly without identifying that individual or gauging their strength would only lead to disaster.

"Why do I feel like they’re expecting us?" the Sun Clan ancestor muttered, his brow furrowing.

"That’s impossible," the Liu Clan ancestor scoffed, shaking his head. "Our movements were known only to us."

Even their allies were unaware of this operation.

"Let’s move closer," the Sun ancestor said after a brief pause. "Let’s hear what they have to say."

The Liu ancestor nodded, and together they descended, reducing their speed as they approached the ground.

Standing atop the defensive wall, Mo Jian clasped his hands behind his back. His posture was relaxed, almost casual, as if greeting acquaintances rather than enemies.

But they were not acquaintances.

"Kid," the Liu Clan ancestor said arrogantly, his voice echoing across the battlefield, "you must be the son of that brat, Liu Zexian. Tell her to come out and meet me. Did she really think she could leave the clan after everything?"

His tone dripped with disdain.

Mo Jian looked at him calmly, his expression unchanged.

"And who are you?" he asked.

The Liu ancestor’s face darkened instantly.

"Didn’t your parents teach you how to respect your elders?" he snapped, anger rising.

He already disliked the boy, but now that dislike turned into murderous intent.

Before he could act, the Sun Clan ancestor spoke first.

"Kid," he said, cutting in, "tell us—is there a powerful cultivator hiding in this region?"

He had no interest in the Liu Clan’s internal grievances.

Mo Jian ignored the Liu ancestor entirely and turned his gaze toward the Sun ancestor.

"And why should I tell you?" he asked, a faint smirk forming on his lips.

"Boy," the Sun ancestor replied coldly as a subtle Nascent Soul aura leaked out, "you wouldn’t want anything unfortunate to happen to your family, would you?"

They would never have spoken so cautiously if not for their wariness of the hidden powerhouse.

After this is over, I’ll make you regret this arrogance, the Sun ancestor thought bitterly.

They were respected Nascent Soul powerhouses; how dare a mere Core Refining Realm junior speak to them so casually?

Yet Mo Jian’s expression did not change.

"You disappoint me," he said calmly. "I thought your strength would be superior, but you two are among the weakest."

"With power like yours," he continued indifferently, "how did the other ancient clans even allow you to exist?"

Their expressions darkened further.

"Before you explode," Mo Jian added, pausing deliberately, "let me tell you something."

His voice softened.

"Your clans are being attacked as we speak."

The words struck like thunder.

"You really thought your hidden alliance with the evil sect would go unnoticed?" Mo Jian clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Times have changed."

"With your doom and your clans’ doom. I suppose the ancient Liu and Sun Clans will soon exist only in history."

"Brat!" the Liu ancestor roared. "For daring to speak such insolence, I’ll make you beg for death!"

His aura exploded outward, space trembling violently as overwhelming pressure descended upon Mo Jian and the others.

Beside him, the Sun ancestor’s expression turned ugly.

Despite his fury, his heart skipped a beat.

How did they know?

"How?" he roared. "How did you find out?!"

The force of his voice sent weaker cultivators collapsing to the ground.

Even under the crushing pressure, Mo Jian remained unmoved.

"Simple," he said coolly. "No one trusts you. Everyone knows you’d change allegiances the moment your life is threatened."

"That’s enough," he added lightly. "You’ve lived long enough."

He smiled.

But it was not a warm smile.

It was a smile filled with pity.

Hum...

A deep, resonant humming sound echoed through the battlefield. Those on the ground instinctively retreated as terror gripped their hearts.

The instincts of both Nascent Soul ancestors screamed in warning.

Danger.

Extreme danger.

They ignored Mo Jian completely, their eyes darting around wildly.

Who was attacking them?

Then they saw it.

An enormous artifact, over ten meters long slowly revealed itself, its massive barrel aimed directly at them.

"Impossible!"

Boom!

A blinding blue beam erupted from the barrel, flashing toward them at terrifying speed.

Death loomed.

The two ancestors felt a sensation they had not experienced in decades.

Fear.

They summoned every ounce of strength they possessed, erecting layered defensive barriers around their bodies.

BOOOOM!

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!"

Their defenses shattered instantly, torn apart like paper beneath the overwhelming force of the beam.