Chapter 854: One Sect

In Baiyu Jing, beneath the Immortal Tree, a loud laugh rang out.

“Well slain!”

Daojun Feiyu burst into laughter.

Just moments ago, Li Rui had come to the Baiyu Jing Immortal Island and claimed he had slain two True Lords.

He did not say how he did it.

Daojun Feiyu had no intention of probing.

Li Rui was a True Lord of Baiyu Jing—that was enough.

Who doesn’t have secrets?

He himself had many secrets he could not reveal to outsiders; even Master Zhuge had never pressed him.

Now he would do the same.

Trust was enough.

Yet even he was startled—those two had been Body Integration perfected, and Li Rui had slain them; he knew he could never have done such a thing in his own True Lord days.

Not only could he not do it, but across the entire cultivation world,

few cultivators could manage it.

And Li Rui wasn’t even Body Integration perfected yet, was he?

Jiang Lin said coolly: “Brother Li need not overthink it. That old man Ganxin has long coveted the Golden Court Minor Grotto Heaven; he once used many underhanded tactics, all of which Master Zhuge forcefully repelled—they’ve been enemies since.”

“Against such a hungry wolf, you must never show mercy.”

He strongly approved of Li Rui’s ruthless action.

Even if Li Rui had not killed them, once he learned of it, he would have acted the same.

Otherwise, if today the Divine Void Immortal Dynasty’s cultivators could freely kill on Baiyu Jing’s territory, it would shatter morale, erode the foundation, and within a thousand years at most, Baiyu Jing would descend into the same state as the present-day Shenxuan Sect—without a single successor.

Precedent exists.

How could one be weak?

If a Daojun of the Divine Void Immortal Dynasty came, he would stand alone against them, just as Zhuge Ming had.

Baiyu Jing has always stood to die, never knelt to live.

Li Rui listened, and his heart warmed.

Though Jiang Lin and Daojun Feiyu acted for the sake of the sect’s legacy, their protection of him was real and unwavering.

Only such a sect could bring peace to the heart.

Precisely because he was certain of this, he had acted directly to erase those two, eliminating all future threats.

Jiang Lin: “I see Brother Li has already formed the Shigu Wheel; you’re not far from the Xuanpi Wheel. To avoid being schemed against by those old ones, stay beneath the Immortal Tree to cultivate. Wait until you reach Body Integration late stage before seeking the Yasheng artifact.”

At these words,

Li Rui could not help but be startled.

Cultivate beneath the Immortal Tree?!

Know that.

In Baiyu Jing, only Daojuns received such treatment.

Yet he was merely a True Lord—this was a rank-overstepping privilege.

As far as he knew, the last True Lord to cultivate beneath the Immortal Tree was Jiang Lin himself.

But unlike him,

at that time Jiang Lin was already very close to Daojun, and could be treated as one.

Daojun Feiyu smiled faintly: “Changqing, don’t overthink it. Jiang He and I have both dwelled beneath this Immortal Tree for a hundred years, yet our cultivation hasn’t advanced much. But if you can become a Daojun sooner, it will greatly benefit Baiyu Jing.”

Baiyu Jing currently has three Daojuns on the surface.

But in truth, only two count.

Others may not know, but he knew well.

Zhuge Ming had sealed himself with a secret technique, and would only act in the direst emergencies.

Once he acted, his aura would leak, forcing him to scatter his Dao Wheel and reincarnate.

Even if he did not act, he could not last much longer.

Before him stood Wan Fadian; behind him, the Ganxin Daojun faction.

Baiyu Jing must produce another Daojun, or it would not be secure.

Li Rui’s expression turned solemn.

He bowed deeply to Jiang Lin and Daojun Feiyu: “Thank you.”

Though he already possessed six Dao Tree sigils, the Immortal Tree’s function was entirely different; cultivating beneath Baiyu Jing’s Immortal Tree offered immense benefit.

If before, his chance of forming the Xuanpi Wheel within five years was only fifty percent, now it had risen to one hundred percent.

Ten years may seem a small difference,

but it meant certainty.

Right now, several Daojuns were watching him—his strength must grow, or he would have no chance of survival.

Huadao Province.

A vast, endless mountain range stretched before him, its peaks dotted with palaces half-hidden in white clouds, where immortal birds sang joyfully—a scene of pure immortality.

Before each palace stood a plaza where great cultivators lectured on the Dao.

Listeners included immortal cultivators, demonic cultivators, and beast cultivators.