Chapter 57: The Supreme Existence of the Cang Clan

Many others, like Lin Qiuxian, chose to challenge those who cultivated through understanding principle, and most disciples of the Immortal Sects gave it a try.

But the results were much the same as Lin Qiuxian’s—each was slain in a single sword strike.

After recognizing the gap, they silently switched to opponents better suited to themselves.

But a few remained stubborn.

Most stayed within the trial space to hone themselves, though some had already withdrawn.

For example, Xiao Fan.

He sat on his bed now, one hand holding his phone, from which came a seductive voice, enthralling and alluring.

Don’t misunderstand—he wasn’t watching any inappropriate videos, just a livestream.

The livestream of the Hehuan Sect’s charm cultivator, Jiang Yujiu.

There she was, clad in red robes, her dark hair piled in cloud-like coils, her figure slender and graceful, her ample bosom impossible to conceal, her alluring form impossible to hide, radiating an innate, natural seductiveness.

In the upper-left corner hung a few characters—【First Round Trial, No. 33】

She was among the very few Immortal Sect disciples who had not remained inside the trial space.

After all, for a Hehuan Sect charm cultivator, what could be more important than riding the hype?

Hone oneself?

One could always go later, when no one was around.

Comments scrolled across the screen in numbers several times greater than before.

Xiao Fan stared intently at the screen.

As a young man brimming with vitality, he had made mistakes before; though it was somewhat embarrassing to admit, he didn’t think it abnormal.

Those who thought it abnormal—fine, don’t watch it then! But today… he felt only profound inner calm.

Yes, he felt absolutely nothing.

Not only nothing—he even felt a faint sense of revulsion…

Fuck! I’m not normal anymore!

This had already happened last night, during his battle with the summoned charm cultivator’s phantom.

As for willpower, he had a very clear understanding of himself—it was merely average.

But last night, after being affected by the charm cultivator’s technique, he had completely ignored the lascivious images in his mind and killed the phantom with icy calm.

Thinking of this, Xiao Fan felt a flicker of panic—any normal man would panic at such a thing.

‘Could this again be related to that drop of blood?’

He felt everything he’d experienced lately had been utterly surreal.

First, his elder brother was critically injured; to raise the medical fees, he drank the Barrier-Breaking Spirit Elixir and forged a pseudo Foundation Establishment; then came that strange…

Cough!

Then Master Hu gave him that drop of blood, restoring his cultivation path; though the process was excruciatingly painful, compared to what he had gained, that pain was negligible.

Afterward, he obtained the ‘Danhua Cup,’ a treasure usable only by him, capable of mending his foundational flaws—and once he refined enough Yang Jing Danxi and Su Po Zhenhua to repair his foundation, he could effortlessly forge a Heaven-Born Foundation.

Where else could one find such fortune?

Aside from the voice that had spoken within him in the hospital that day, everything had seemed perfect.

Until this sudden trial appeared—facing the charm cultivator’s technique, he remained unmoved, and even watching his usual favorite livestreams, he felt absolutely nothing.

This gave him a terrible premonition.

‘Do not forget your original heart; you need only remember that you are always human.’

Master Hu’s words echoed again in his ears, along with the voices that had constantly reverberated within him in the hospital.

‘You have been abandoned…’

Here it comes again! Xiao Fan’s breath hitched; he felt his heart gripped tightly by an invisible hand, making it hard to breathe.

The question he had refused to confront before now reappeared before him.

Why had Master Hu specifically warned him about this? Was he… still human?…

In the quiet chamber, Zihuan True Person hovered in midair, eyes closed in meditation.

Streams of violet light, rich and luminous, swirled around him, gradually shrinking in scope, as if restraining some terrifying presence.

Beneath the faint glow, Zihuan True Person’s shadow fell upon the ground, shifting form with the movement of the light, like a purple-black demon writhing and roaring.

“Heaven gives all things to nourish humanity…” A long sigh, as if carried from the distant past, resonated within his heart.

No!

Zihuan True Person snapped open his eyes; strange violet light swirled within his pupils, deeply unnatural.

He opened his mouth and sucked in all the swirling violet light; only then did the abnormality in his eyes slowly subside.

Yet even after suppressing the anomaly, he felt no relief.

Slowly descending to the ground, Zihuan True Person’s face was grim.

His inner demon had not been suppressed—it was growing stronger, and worse still, the voice he had just heard.

“Cang Clan…”

As a Dao-Union cultivator of the Taishang Dao Sect, he understood perfectly what was happening to him.

The Cang Clan, former overlords of the Taixuan Realm, had ruled the Central Continent, enslaving all races—including humans—and treating them as livestock and food.

Though now driven from the Central Continent and hiding beyond the distant stars,

as the favored race of Heaven’s will, the Cang Clan had never abandoned their ambition to reclaim the Central Continent.

Among them was one supreme being, mysterious and insidious, who had once lured many humans into abandoning their human bloodline and transforming into Cang Clan.

But those he had corrupted and brainwashed had never exceeded the Return-to-Spirit realm—never before had a Dao-Union cultivator fallen.

“Because of the inner demon…”

No!

Zihuan True Person rose abruptly, transforming into a streak of violet light and fleeing outward.

He must return to the sect quickly and leave behind his legacy!

If he truly fell to brainwashing, a dead human Dao-Union was better than a Cang Clan Dao-Union.

…………

High above, Hu watched the streak of violet light surging outward.

Suddenly, another figure appeared beside him—it was Xu Xing.

Xu Xing’s gaze fell, also fixed on the violet light.

“I thought it would be that young disciple bearing a trace of Cang Clan blood, yet I never expected He would choose this young disciple of the Taishang Dao Sect,” Hu sighed.

“It’s simply two fronts at once. He won’t spare Xiao Fan either,” Xu Xing said coolly.

“It seems they’ve sensed the changes in the Taixuan Realm since Brother Dao’s recent emergence, or they wouldn’t act this way.”

Dao-Union is a unique realm—each Dao-Union cultivator embodies a portion of the world’s ‘weight,’ making brainwashing exceedingly difficult.

Now targeting a Dao-Union, they’ve clearly grown desperate, lashing out blindly.

“What do you think should be done with this young disciple?” Hu asked again.

Xu Xing did not answer; he merely extended a finger, and in the unseen depths, some faint connection was severed outright.

The streak of violet light racing toward the distance halted.

“Brother Dao, you are merciful.”

Hu saw clearly—just now, that single finger had severed the faint link between the Cang Clan’s supreme being and the Dao-Union disciple.

Such effortless ease—only Brother Dao could achieve it.

“Shall I help you sever the link to your protege as well?”

“Heh, no need for Brother Dao’s effort. That young disciple bears the Cang Clan’s fortune—this matter is harmless for now.”

“As you wish.”

The next instant, Xu Xing’s figure vanished as if erased by an eraser.

Hu was about to leave.

“Heaven gives all things to nourish humanity…”

The long sigh echoed in his ear; he froze, and before his eyes appeared a vast, majestic deity seated in primordial chaos.

Their gazes collided across distant time and space.

“….”

Hu clearly saw a flicker of astonishment in Its eyes.

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