Chapter 502: Selling favors, what a good person!

"We must expose Cang Xuan Yu's crimes to the world, so that the entire cultivation world knows his true face!" A cultivator's voice carried a trace of indisputable fury.

"Yes, we must let all cultivators under heaven see clearly, Cang Xuan Yu's ugly visage; he is nothing but a wolf in sheep's clothing!" Another cultivator clenched his fists, eyes flashing with flames of anger.

"Even if Taiyin Shengdi is the leader of the righteous path, killing people demands responsibility; so many forces have been slaughtered, not even chickens or dogs left—Cang Xuan Yu must pay the price." An old cultivator spoke slowly, his voice carrying a chilling dignity.

"If Taiyin Shengdi does not punish Cang Xuan Yu, they are sheltering evil; what face do they have to call themselves a holy land?" A young cultivator said excitedly.

"Our Cosmic Justice Alliance will become the key force driving this matter." A female cultivator's voice carried a hint of determination and confidence.

These cultivators' spirits, having endured Cang Xuan Yu's atrocities, have become more unyielding.

They no longer fear Cang Xuan Yu's threats, for they have witnessed the darkest atrocities and emerged from them.

"The Cosmic Justice Alliance will surely triumph; for our kin and friends, we will avenge ourselves against Cang Xuan Yu." Another cultivator followed closely, his voice filled with resolute indignation.

With the actions of the Cosmic Justice Alliance, more and more cultivators began to pay attention to this matter.

They began posting notices in various cities, announcing Cang Xuan Yu's crimes and demanding an explanation from Taiyin Shengdi.

In the central city of Tianji Shengyu, on a bustling square.

A cultivator stood on a high platform, his voice loud and angry: "Fellow cultivators, have you ever heard of Cang Xuan Yu's atrocities?"

He slaughtered countless innocent cultivators for his own selfish desires, even sparing neither children nor the weak and elderly!"

The cultivator's words were filled with anger and grief. "What?"

"Such a thing actually exists?"

The onlooking cultivators were shocked beyond belief, their eyes flashing with fury.

"We must unite to pressure Taiyin Shengdi and demand they punish this evildoer!" Another cultivator shouted, his voice full of rallying power.

"Yes, we cannot let such a villain continue to roam free!" A female cultivator clenched her fists, her eyes fierce and sinister.

"If Taiyin Shengdi does nothing, other great righteous powers will not accept it either—is the Universe Cultivation World not for Taiyin Shengdi to dictate?" An old cultivator's voice carried a hint of disdain.

The cultivators' passions were ignited, and they began organizing protests in various cities, demanding an explanation from Taiyin Shengdi.

They raised slogans and shouted loudly: "Severely punish Cang Xuan Yu, restore justice to the cultivators!"

"Taiyin Shengdi, how can you just sit by and do nothing?"

"All beings of the Universe, we will not tolerate poison!" These protest activities quickly spread across the major cities of Tianji Shengyu, with more and more cultivators joining the ranks.

Their voices gathered into a mighty force, directly pointing at Taiyin Shengdi.

In the depths of Taiyin Shengdi, an elder listened quietly to his subordinates' report on the situation in Tianji Shengyu, his brows furrowed, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.

"The matter of Cang Xuan Yu has already aroused public anger." The elder said slowly, "We must take measures, otherwise the sect's reputation in the cultivation world will plummet."

"Elder, what do you mean?" A young disciple asked.

The elder pondered for a moment, then said slowly: "Immediately issue the order, ordering Cang Xuan Yu to stop the slaughter and return to the sect for investigation."

"But, Lord Cang Xuan Yu probably won't obey the order now." The young disciple said with some worry.

The elder's eyes flashed with a hint of gloom: "If he doesn't listen, then don't blame us for being impolite. The sect's reputation and peace are more important than one person's private desires."

The reputation and peace of the holy land are more important than a person's private desire.

As Taiyin Shengdi's orders were conveyed, the atmosphere throughout Tianji Shengyu became even more tense.

The cultivators were all waiting to see how Taiyin Shengdi would handle this matter.

And Cang Xuan Yu continued his mass slaughter in Tianji Shengyu.

He seemed completely unaware that his bloodthirsty habit had already caused a huge uproar throughout the cultivation world.

In a city he had destroyed, Cang Xuan Yu stood atop the ruins; by this time his eyes were already red from killing, his whole body emanating a heart-pounding killing aura.

"Who else?

Who dares to talk about me?"

His voice thundered like a clap of lightning, shaking the surrounding space into trembling.

But he did not notice that behind him, a group of cultivators was silently approaching.

Their eyes flashed with anger and resolve, hands gripping weapons, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Cang Xuan Yu.

"Cang Xuan Yu, your atrocities end here!" A cultivator roared, his silhouette like a bolt of lightning charging straight at Cang Xuan Yu.

Cang Xuan Yu snapped his head back, a flash of surprise in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by anger.

"Seek death!" He roared, swinging his long sword fiercely, a massive sword qi slashing toward that cultivator.

But that cultivator's silhouette suddenly vanished; the next moment he appeared behind Cang Xuan Yu, dagger viciously stabbing toward Cang Xuan Yu's back.

"Hmph, petty tricks!" Cang Xuan Yu snorted coldly, a strong burst of lightning suddenly erupting from his body, sending that cultivator flying away.

But more cultivators rushed forward.

Their silhouettes were like bolts of lightning, attacking Cang Xuan Yu from all directions.

"Bring it on!" Cang Xuan Yu's eyes flashed with madness; his figure suddenly blurred, and the next moment he appeared in midair, both hands swinging fiercely.

Bolts of lightning fell like raindrops, enveloping all those cultivators.

"No!" The cultivators cried out in anguish, their bodies turning to ash in the lightning.

Cang Xuan Yu hovered in midair, a ferocious smile on his face: "Who else? Who dares to challenge this old man?"

"Cang Xuan Yu, your doom has arrived!" A cultivator gripped a dagger flashing with eerie light, his eyes flashing with resolute light.

That cultivator bellowed, his silhouette suddenly accelerating like an arrow released from a bow, shooting straight at Cang Xuan Yu.

Cang Xuan Yu was furious beyond measure.

"Seek death!" He roared, swinging his long sword fiercely, a massive sword qi slashing toward that cultivator.

That cultivator's eyes flashed with resolve; his body suddenly burst forth with a strong light, the whole person like a burning meteor, crashing into Cang Xuan Yu.

"Not good!" Cang Xuan Yu's heart startled, he hurriedly tried to dodge, but it was already too late.

With a booming "Bang!", that cultivator's body exploded before Cang Xuan Yu's eyes, the tremendous impact hurling Cang Xuan Yu away.

Cang Xuan Yu's body tumbled several times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

His face was pallid, and bright red blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"Cough…" Cang Xuan Yu struggled to his feet, a flash of pain crossing his eyes, but more prominent was anger: "You ants, dare to wound me!"

His body suddenly burst forth with a more intense lightning, his whole person like a lightning ball, charging at those cultivators.

"Not good, fall back!" The cultivators, seeing this, hurriedly scattered and fled.

But Cang Xuan Yu's speed was too great; he swung lightning from his hand, sending those cultivators flying one by one.

"Hahaha!" Cang Xuan Yu laughed maniacally, madness flashing in his eyes: "You ants, you dare to challenge me?"

Today, I will make you know what true power is!

His figure darted across the battlefield, his long sword continually reaping the lives of cultivators.

The whole battlefield turned into a Shura hell, blood and corpses everywhere.

"Stop!" Just then, a dignified voice sounded, and an old man in white robes appeared on the battlefield, his eyes flashing with angry flames.

"Cang Xuan Yu, your actions have provoked the entire cultivation world; today you must pay for what you have done!" The old man exuded a powerful aura, his voice like thunder, echoing across the battlefield.

"Hmph, another one coming to die." Cang Xuan Yu snorted coldly, his figure suddenly vanishing; the next moment he appeared before the old man, his long sword thrusting out straight for the old man's throat.

But a glint flashed in the old man's eyes; suddenly a folding fan appeared in his hand, and with a light wave, an invisible air wave deflected Cang Xuan Yu's long sword.

"What?" Cang Xuan Yu's eyes flashed with surprise; he never expected this old man could block his attack.

"Cang Xuan Yu, I come on behalf of the Taiyin Holy Land; follow me back to face judgment!" The old man's voice carried an indisputable dignity.

Cang Xuan Yu was like a war god, alone facing cultivators from all directions.

The long sword in his hand flashed with icy cold light, each swing accompanied by the roar of thunder and lightning, as if it would rend heaven and earth.

Although the cultivators roared, their eyes filled with fury and hatred toward Cang Xuan Yu, their attacks came like waves, one after another, trying to drown him.

Yet Cang Xuan Yu's strength was overwhelming; his swordsmanship was as swift as lightning, each strike bearing the might of thunder, sending any cultivator who drew near flying.

"Is the Taiyin Holy Land intending to pervert justice for personal gain?"

"Cang Xuan Yu, this butcher, he has slaughtered so many of our brothers; today he must pay with blood!" A cultivator whose face was smeared with blood roared, his body struck by lightning, skin scorched black, yet he still struggled forward, heedless of the old man's words.

The Cang Clan is one of the rulers of the Taiyin Holy Land; Cang Xuan Yu's return to the Taiyin Holy Land to be punished is nothing but a ghost—his own kin and friends have truly become wronged spirits, and he says he can't find a match.

"Are the disciples of the Taiyin Holy Land not self-proclaimed incarnations of justice?"

"Is your justice nothing but the slaughter of innocents?" A female cultivator's voice trembled with tears as she waved her staff, releasing flames that sought to ignite Cang Xuan Yu's body; her tone toward the Taiyin Holy Land elder was extremely impolite.

Upon hearing this, the Taiyin Holy Land elder furrowed his brows, and Cang Xuan Yu's face showed an even colder smile, his eyes devoid of any pity: "The weak have no right to speak of justice; only the strong can set the rules."

As his words fell, dark clouds suddenly gathered in the sky, bolts of lightning threading through the clouds, as if responding to his summons.

Cang Xuan Yu's body suddenly rose, hovering in midair like a thunder god.

"You ants, come all at once!" Cang Xuan Yu's voice echoed between heaven and earth as he violently waved both hands; bolts of lightning poured down from the heavens like dancing silver snakes, enveloping the entire battlefield in a sea of light.

The cultivators hastily cast spells to resist, but their arts appeared utterly insignificant before Cang Xuan Yu's lightning arts.

Some cultivators struck by lightning instantly turned to charcoal, not even having time to utter a scream.

"Cang Xuan Yu, this murderous demon, the Taiyin Holy Land really just watches and does nothing!" An old cultivator cursed, gripping an ancient sword whose blade was covered in runes and emitted a faint glow.

He poured all his cultivation into the sword and thrust it toward Cang Xuan Yu.

A flicker of contempt crossed Cang Xuan Yu's eyes; he flicked his finger, and a tiny bolt of lightning struck the tip of the old cultivator's sword.

With a deafening boom, the old cultivator's sword shattered instantly, his body blasted away by lightning and slammed heavily to the ground, silent thereafter.

The cultivators' attacks grew more frenzied, for they knew that if they could not defeat Cang Xuan Yu, everyone would die here.

Spells poured forth nonstop, colliding rapidly in the air and bursting with blinding light, making the whole battlefield as bright as daylight.

Yet Cang Xuan Yu's strength was overwhelming; each of his attacks carried destructive power.

Although the cultivators fought fearlessly, they still could not break through his defense.

Just then, the old man in the Taiyin Holy Land's white robes finally began to move, his steps steady, each as if treading upon the cultivators' hearts.

The old man's gaze was calm, yet it held boundless dignity.

"Cang Xuan Yu, enough." The old man's voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

Cang Xuan Yu's eyes flashed with surprise; he never expected the Taiyin Holy Land would actually send someone to stop him.

A surge of anger rose in his heart, and he pointed his long sword at the old man: "Taiyin Holy Land?"

"Do you also wish to be my enemy?"

A cold smile appeared on the old man's face: "Your actions have already violated the laws of the cultivation world; you must be punished."

As his words fell, the folding fan in his hand suddenly unfolded; the landscape painting on its surface seemed to come alive, rays of light shooting from it to form a light curtain that enveloped Cang Xuan Yu.

Cang Xuan Yu's complexion changed as he sensed the mighty power contained within that light curtain.

Suddenly, a greater surge of lightning burst from his body, attempting to break free of the light curtain's bonds.

"Hmph, useless." A glint flashed in the old man's eyes as he waved the fan again; countless light chains shot from the curtain, tightly binding Cang Xuan Yu's body.

"No!" Cang Xuan Yu roared, straining desperately, but the light chains only grew tighter, rendering him immobile.

"You have already lost." The old man walked slowly to Cang Xuan Yu's front, a flicker of pity in his eyes: "Return to the Taiyin Holy Land; that is where you belong."

Cang Xuan Yu's eyes filled with unwillingness as his body gradually ceased struggling; in the end, the old man brought him back to the Taiyin Holy Land to await judgment.

Whooo…

A tearing sound rang in the air; countless cultivators present saw the Taiyin Holy Land elder and Cang Xuan Yu vanish, and they all stomped their feet and cursed.

Soon, the news of Cang Xuan Yu's capture spread like a gale across the Tianji Holy Realm, cultivators running to and fro, discussing it endlessly.

In the Taiyin Holy Land's plaza, Cang Xuan Yu was bound to a stone pillar, his face pallid, his body covered in wounds, clearly having undergone a fierce battle.

Just then, a streak of light tore across the sky, and Huang Daxian's figure appeared in the center of the plaza.

He wore a green robe, his expression resolute, his eyes revealing determination and unyielding spirit.

"Stop!" Huang Daxian's voice boomed with firmness, echoing across the plaza: "Cang Xuan Yu's current state is entirely due to me."

Today, I am willing to bear all guilt, only asking that you spare him a chance to live.

As soon as these words were spoken, the hall erupted in an uproar. The cultivators whispered among themselves, discussing heatedly.

"Huang Daxian is actually willing to take responsibility for Cang Xuan Yu? Is that true?" a cultivator exclaimed.

"I never expected Huang Daxian to be so righteous and resolute." another cultivator sighed.

"By comparison, Cang Xuan Yu's mind is narrow; for his own selfish desires, he doesn't hesitate to open a massacre." a female cultivator's voice carried a hint of disdain.

"Huang Daxian's heart is truly broad; to stop Cang Xuan Yu from continuing his wrongdoing, he is actually willing to make such a great sacrifice." an old cultivator sighed, a flash of admiration in his eyes.

Cang Xuan Yu, look, this is your so-called opponent.

"His heart is far broader than yours!" a young cultivator pointed at Cang Xuan Yu and shouted a rebuke.

"How embarrassing, Cang Xuan Yu actually has Huang Daxian come to save him—doesn't his self-esteem suffer?" a female cultivator sneered.

"Huang Daxian, why are you doing this to yourself?"

"Everything Cang Xuan Yu has done is his own fault; you don't need to take responsibility for him." an elder-level figure shook his head, a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

Huang Daxian took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over every cultivator present, his voice stirring and impassioned: "Everyone, Cang Xuan Yu's actions are indeed outrageous, but after all he was once the heaven‑chosen prodigy of Taiyin Shengdi.

"We cannot stand by and watch him rush to destruction, nor can we watch more innocent cultivators die because of him.

"Today I am willing to bear everything, only hoping that this grudge can be settled right here."

Huang Daxian's words were like the morning bell and evening drum, striking the hearts of every cultivator.

They looked at Huang Daxian, their eyes filled with respect and emotion.

"Huang Daxian, you are truly a hero!" a cultivator shouted loudly.

"That's right, Huang Daxian's breadth of mind and demeanor truly make us feel ashamed." another cultivator also sighed.

"Cang Xuan Yu, look—Huang Daxian is willing to take responsibility for you, yet your mind is so narrow, truly shameful!" a female cultivator pointed at Cang Xuan Yu and shouted a rebuke.

"Huang Daxian, you have shown us what true cultivator bearing is." an old cultivator's voice carried a hint of excitement.

Amidst the chorus of praise and blame, Cang Xuan Yu's face turned even paler, a flash of complex emotion in his eyes.

He looked at Huang Daxian, and a surge of unprecedented shame and self‑reproach welled up in his heart.

"Huang Daxian, you… why are you doing this?" Cang Xuan Yu's voice trembled.

Huang Daxian smiled slightly, his eyes full of tolerance and understanding: "Cang Xuan Yu, we are all cultivators, seeking the great Dao of longevity, not fleeting grudges and feuds.

"Today I am willing to let go of everything, only hoping you can draw lessons from this and rediscover your original heart.

Huang Daxian's words were like a warm ray of sunshine, illuminating Cang Xuan Yu's spirit.