Chapter 212: Just a Nameless Foot Soldier

Shu Yuan glared angrily toward Place: Baiyun Guan and shouted, "You demon, you won't die a good death."

Then she shouted, "Fellow cultivators, what are you still hesitating about? Qin Yang is so brutal—he only recently destroyed the Shenfu Sect, and now he has wiped out our Hehuan Sect. He may soon annihilate you as well. Do you really intend to sit and wait for death?"

At those words, many people stepped forward.

Even Song Tiansi was startled.

Counting them, there were at least dozens of strong ones.

Moreover, most were above the Divine Transformation stage.

Some old guys also showed up, surprisingly.

Even at a regular cultivator gathering, one rarely sees so many people; it was unexpected that so many old guys came today.

Song Tiansi knew clearly that this was not solely because of the Hehuan Sect.

Some of those old men wanted to seize this chance to strike at Qin Yang.

After all, they had been suppressed by Baiyun for years, and some of their disciples and relatives had died at Baiyun's hands; their hatred toward Baiyun had become bone‑deep.

Qin Yang appeared, a cold smile on his face.

Dozens of cultivators, each extremely powerful.

Those whose strength hadn't reached the Divine Transformation stage wouldn't dare join such a battle; they'd be pure cannon fodder.

Qin Yang's gaze fell on those people; he gave a faint smile and said, "This is half the cultivation world gathered, isn't it? 381 years ago, had you been this united, the citizens of Long Guo wouldn't have been slaughtered like that. A hundred years later, if you possessed this spirit, there wouldn't have been a century of humiliation."

They are adept at internal battles but inept at external ones.

These people of the cultivation world are simply laughable.

"Qin Yang, you needn't say so much. You and your master are acting contrary to the Dao; today is your death day. Place: Baiyun Guan will be expunged today."

A woman shouted.

She was a disciple of the Hehuan Sect, and her gaze at Qin Yang was filled with fury.

Qin Yang let out a cold laugh; a flash of light surged from his hand, a blade of light appeared and slashed straight forward.

There's no need for all that talk; just pierce the opponent and kill.

In the distance, a few strong ones stood, watching the scene before them.

"Father, aren't we helping?"

A girl said anxiously.

This is the girl Qin Yang released that night, now looking anxious.

"No need, we don't have to intervene."

A middle‑aged man chuckled and said.

Beside the man, a beautiful woman held the girl's hand and said, "Zi Yan, have you taken a liking to Qin Yang? Otherwise you wouldn't be so eager to bring us here to help."

Zi Yan hurriedly replied, "I don't mean that; you misunderstand me. He's a good person, he saved many children. Someone like him shouldn't be hunted; the Hehuan Sect is the one that truly deserves death."

Zi Changsheng smiled and said, "My daughter has grown up and can now tell right from wrong."

Zi Yan nodded vigorously and said, "Father once said that judging a person's good or evil, whether they are a demon, is not based on whether they practice cultivation or demonic arts, but on what they actually do. Though Qin Yang forges demonic weapons, he is definitely a good person."

Zi Yan was quite confident in her judgment.

These were all teachings from her father, and Zi Yan only truly grasped Zi Changsheng's meaning last time.

This time she came to aid Qin Yang and his group, also Zi Yan's idea.

"Don't worry, that Qin Yang is stronger than you think; those who pick a fight with him are no different from courting death."

Zi Changsheng laughed.

"Is he really that powerful?"

Zi Yan was somewhat incredulous.

Zi Changsheng chuckled, "After all, she's a disciple of Baiyun; Baiyun is—"

He stopped short there.

The mother and daughter were both a bit curious.

Could Baiyun have some astonishing background after all?

But judging by Zi Changsheng's demeanor, he clearly wasn't going to tell them.

Wang Yi, irritated by Zi Changsheng's aura, gave him a cold stare and asked what else he couldn't tell her and her daughter.

However, thinking that her husband usually acts cautiously, she said no more.

At this moment, the Hehuan Sect women were slaughtered.

Others also took action.

Song Tiansi wielded his Changdao; the blade light flickered, countless blade rays appeared, coalescing into a true dragon of blade light that swept across the crowd.

Boom.

A top‑tier strongman intervened, forming seals with both hands; a massive golden lion materialized, as big as a small hill, colliding with the blade‑light true dragon.

Song Tiansi's eyes hardened as he fixed his gaze on the attacker: a rather unremarkable monk, appearing about twenty years old, yet his power was almost at the peak of the Tribulation Ascension stage.

A little more refinement, and he'd risk entering the Dao Transformation stage.

The true dragon and the golden lion collided.

Countless blade rays scattered, causing many of the incoming strong ones to explode.

They were torn apart by the aftershock of the two's clash.

And Qin Yang also faced a terrifying interception.

Almost ninety percent of the attacks slammed toward Qin Yang.

He was engulfed by divine power.

Even a Great Ascension cultivator would be heavily wounded by such a multitude of attacks; even Sǎnxiān would have to temporarily avoid the front.

At that moment, a magical aura manifested, tearing apart all attacks.

Qin Yang appeared, he was completely unscathed.

The next instant, the blade light shocked the world; Qin Yang, gripping his Changdao, swept it straight out.

At once, six or seven strong ones were hit, their mortal bodies shattered, their primordial spirit screamed to escape, but were strangled by the blade qi.

Both body and spirit were annihilated.

Qin Yang felt a bit regretful; if these souls could be stored in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, it would greatly increase its power.

Unfortunately, a group of experts now surrounded him, and Qin Yang had no chance to store the souls.

After bursting out, Qin Yang fixed his gaze on one of the elders.

He was an elder at the peak of the Tribulation Ascension Stage, and his body still bore faint traces of immortal spirit energy.

San Yang Zhenren.

An elder of Kunlun, his strength was god‑like.

Even Baiyun had once spoken of him, saying that if he lived in an age where ascension was possible, he would have already become an immortal.

Even though he once provoked Baiyun, he was slapped by Baiyun from the Tribulation Ascension Stage down to the Nascent Soul Stage, almost falling to the Golden Core Stage.

Unexpectedly, he rose again.

From his appearance, he seemed to be trying to convert True Essence into immortal spirit energy, stepping into the Great Vehicle Stage.

Kunlun's foundation is indeed profound, likely containing immortal artifacts.

At this moment, San Yang Zhenren's eyes were filled with hatred.

He brandished a counterfeit Fan Tian Seal, hurling it at Qin Yang's head.

Qin Yang neither dodged nor evaded, punching forward directly.

He actually intended to physically resist the counterfeit Fan Tian Seal.

This made San Yang Zhenren's face show a cold smile; Qin Yang wondered who he thought he was.

Even a counterfeit Fan Tian Seal is not something a typical Xiūshì can withstand.

When.

A deafening crash, and in San Yang Zhenren's startled gaze, the Fan Tian Seal was blasted away by Qin Yang's punch.

On the Fan Tian Seal, a clear crack suddenly appeared.

San Yang Zhenren shuddered all over, a strand of Xiānxiě spilling from his mouth corner.

He could not believe how Qin Yang's mortal body could be so Nìtiān.

Qin Yang's expression was cold, rapidly closing in on San Yang Zhenren.

San Yang Zhenren quickly retreated.

He realized something was wrong; the opponent intended to kill him.

At this moment, Qin Yang erupted outright.

The terrifying blade light engulfed San Yang Zhenren.

And the others also acted, trying to block Qin Yang.

They knew clearly that if San Yang Zhenren were killed, they would lose a top‑tier combat force.

Then it would be even harder to face Qin Yang.

Now, they finally sensed Qin Yang's terrifying power.

Whether it was him or Song Tiansi's strength, both far exceeded everyone's expectations.

Qin Yang's whole body surged with True Essence, and he physically withstood everyone's attacks.

He trembled all over, yet the blade light grew even sharper.

Puff.

San Yang Zhenren was hit.

He was split cleanly in two.

At this point, the crowd realized that Qin Yang's mastery of the blade path was probably not below Song Tiansi's.

Moreover, his cultivation level might even surpass Song Tiansi's.

What kind of monster is this, after all?

Everyone felt a heavy gloom in their hearts.

Qin Yang's eyes were sharp; he stared at the hesitant crowd and sneered, "I'll send you all on your way."

He was about to begin a massacre.

At that moment, a voice rang out.

"Companion, please stop; harmony is priceless."

An elder appeared, blocking Qin Yang.

Qin Yang said nothing; his reply was a fierce slash.

The elder clumsily dodged, almost being cleaved.

His face turned sour, and he angrily said, "Companion, you're being excessive; I only came to mediate, why do you strike down with a killing hand?"

Qin Yang's gaze was slightly cold; he said nothing, slashing toward the crowd.

When those people surrounded Place: Baiyun Guan, the opponent did not appear; now that he has the upper hand, he appears and asks himself to stop—it's utterly laughable.

The elder's expression wavered; he hesitated, intending to act.

At that moment, Zi Changsheng appeared behind him, calmly saying, "Companion, it's better not to act."

The elder shuddered all over and spun around violently.

When he saw Zi Changsheng, the elder's heart jolted; he took a deep breath and said, "Wan Jian Cang has seen the Purple Sect Leader."

"Sect Leader Wan, no need to be so polite."

Zi Changsheng gave a faint smile.

"Why does the Purple Sect Leader want to stop me?"

"The Ten Thousand Sword Sect and my Shu Mountain both belong to the Sword Sect; I just don't want to see a fellow cultivator meet a doomed end."

Zi Changsheng said lightly.

Wan Jian Cang's whole body trembled.

Sending to death?

Is Qin Yang that strong?

"Do you think Baiyun would let his disciple fall into a predicament?"

Zi Changsheng asked.

Wan Jian Cang's whole body trembled.

He actually forgot that point.

"Moreover, Qin Yang is on good terms with Celestial Master Dao, and also with that Thousand‑Layer Senior Nun of the Mount Putuo Sacred Land; Qin Yang even calls her 'Master's Mother'. Do you think that if Qin Yang were at a disadvantage, they would just Zuòshì bùlǐ?"

Zi Changsheng continued.

"And our Shu Mountain will not stand by while Qin Yang is bullied."

Zi Yan immediately said.

Wan Jian Cang's whole body trembled.

Even Shu Mountain wants to help Qin Yang.

Shu Mountain, Celestial Master Dao, and the Mount Putuo Sacred Land.

And Qin Yang's own strength.

Wan Jian Cang took a deep Xī le yī kǒu qì.

He tightened his throat and said, "Ahem, never mind, this is someone else's matter; I indeed should not interfere."

At this moment, Zi Changsheng stared at Wan Jian Cang with a half‑smile, saying, "I heard Sect Leader Wan has a concubine, a disciple of the Hehuan Sect. Yet, to put the Ten Thousand Sword Sect on the brink over a concubine is not very wise."

"I understand, I understand."

Wan Jian Cang gave an awkward smile.

This matter arose because his concubine approached him, crying out to him.

Originally, Wan Jian Cang did not intend to come over.

Meanwhile, the battle had reached a fever pitch.

Qin Yang and Song Tiansi cut down masters in succession.

Dozens of strong cultivators were slain, leaving barely half alive.

Even the Tribulation Crossing Stage masters were completely wiped out.

The remaining people, the strongest being only Return Void, and some at the Transformation Divine Stage, now had Cāngbái faces, looking at Qin Yang and the others with obvious unease.

Qin Yang and his group showed no intention of holding back; they clearly aimed to kill everyone.

Everyone saw that Qin Yang's character is ruthless and decisive; when facing enemies, he shows no hesitation.

Just when everyone thought the matter was settled, a terrifying aura surged, enveloping the whole arena.

"The aura of celestial spirit—this is a Great Ascension Stage strong one?"

Wan Jian Cang felt a shock in his heart.

"It should be someone just entering the Great Ascension Stage; this aura feels familiar. Who could it be? In this era, which sect, which celestial artifact, can forge a Great Ascension Stage strong one? It's truly hard to believe."

Zi Changsheng said.

His eyes flashed like lightning as he looked toward the source of the aura.

Qin Yang suddenly turned, also gazing that way, his stare fixed on the opponent, divine light swelling in his eyes.

What a powerful aura—who is this person?

"Baiyun Lao Dao, step forward and meet death."

A cold, deep voice rang out, laden with terrifying murderous intent.

Qin Yang raised an eyebrow and sneered, "Knowing my master is absent, yet you speak such words—how laughable. If you wish to act against me, appear now; why hide as Dang Youli?"

At those words, sweat beaded on Wan Jian Cang's forehead.

He shook his head and said, "This Qin Yang truly knows no death. The other side is a senior elder; perhaps they restrain themselves and won't act against him, but now that he says this, even if they don't wish to act, they can't remain idle."

Zi Yan scoffed, her face full of contempt.

"If the other side didn't want to act, they wouldn't have come. The news of Baiyun's disappearance has already spread across the world; what are they pretending? Qin Yang is right; this person is indeed Dang Youli."

Wan Jian Cang opened his mouth slightly, speechless.

However, Zi Yan's words also make sense,

If the other side truly is that particular, they wouldn't have come today.

"Young one, you actually dared to insult me. I originally didn't intend to strike you, but since you're courting death, I'll properly show you what 'the heavens are high and the earth is thick' means."

He was a man of celestial bearing, a strand of white hair at each temple, eyes cold, staring at Qin Yang with a chilling murderous intent.

Qin Yang gave a disdainful smile.

He looked at Song Tiansi and exclaimed, "Brother Song, did you see? After my master vanished, even the smallest rats dare to emerge and bluster before me. Great Ascension Stage cultivators seem quite impressive."

"Since they're earth rats, crush them dead. What does the Great Ascension Stage matter? Even a Sǎnxiān arriving today will be buried here."

Song Tiansi shouted loudly.

"Brother Song, well said; I think the same."

Qin Yang smiled.

His gaze fell on the other person.

"What a pity."

"What did you say?"

The newcomer said.

"Pity, I don't even know which sect turned a rat into a Great Ascendant Xiūshì. Pity, if they are disappointed, the Great Ascendant they spent resources to nurture will die today."

"Arrogant, if you've heard my name, you probably don't even have the courage to stand before me."

The newcomer sneered.

"Which one are you?"

The newcomer smiled proudly and said, "Listen carefully, I am..."

"Forget it, it's not important, just a nameless foot soldier. I'll see you off anyway."

Qin Yang cut off the other's words, lifted the Changdao in his hand, and walked over.

The newcomer was left choking.

He didn't expect Qin Yang to despise him so much, not even giving him a chance to state his name.

Without waiting for him to act, Qin Yang Dòngshǒu.

He swung the Changdao, and across the world in all directions, golden blade light filled everything, engulfing the newcomer.

"What does the Great Ascendant matter? Since they dared to come, I will dare to kill."