Chapter 479: Pure and Upright

The three great Xian Sects arrived to request an audience.

Many disciples with active minds had already vaguely sensed something amiss.

The tragic extermination of the Taoyuan Manor, along with the mysterious downfall of the seven Zhi Shi and outer sect elders of Yu Nanhong, was an event that should have caused turmoil in Yu Nanhong.

Yet, including Baohua Xianzi, the cultivators who had gone to inquire at the Nanyang Sect returned to their respective sects with furrowed brows.

Not only did they not create any conflict with the Nanyang Sect as everyone had imagined.

Instead, they decisively captured several more disciples and outer sect elders.

"Damn it."

Elder Liu of the Tianjian Sect slowly clenched his fist.

He did not care about the specific details of what had happened; he only knew that such a rare opportunity had been let slip so lightly.

This Baohua Xianzi is truly generous.

Using the lives of her own outer sect elders to build up her social credit is truly awe-inspiring.

"..."

As a cultivator of Bai Yujing, Liu Xingshan rarely showed his emotions on his face.

But at this moment, his eyelids twitched slightly, and a scene from not long ago surged in his eyes.

Upon learning that the Nanyang Nanyang Baodi had reappeared, he immediately activated his Dao token to go there, and then saw that pile of low-cultivation mortals.

He had gone against his conscience to praise them as possessing the dragon-like appearance.

He still remembered that at the time, what strength did that young man surnamed Shen possess? The two strongest within the entire Nanyang Nanyang Baodi were only at the first layer of Killed Fanxu; he could wear the Nanyang white robe, presumably being slightly stronger than those two, but certainly not much stronger.

Within the Tianjian Sect, he would at most be an inner sect disciple.

But the events that had occurred during this period caused Liu Xingshan to suddenly lose his usual composure.

The Nanyang Sect, from a group of low-cultivation natives, inexplicably became a force capable of exterminating the Taoyuan Manor.

Of course, in Liu Xingshan's eyes, the Taoyuan Manor did not count as a major power.

But the terrifying rise of the Nanyang Sect made people feel a deep fear.

This could not be dismissed with a mere excuse of deep accumulation.

The current Shen Yi reminded Liu Xingshan of the former Li Xuanqing, and a Li Xuanqing who possessed a He Dao Nanyang Baodi.

It is too late!

The moment this thought flashed through his heart, sweat beads actually seeped out on Liu Xingshan's forehead.

He actually felt a threat from a small cultivator at the mid-stage of Killed Fanxu.

Thinking of this.

Liu Xingshan slowly stood up and walked towards the outside of the light screen.

Just as he was about to step out.

A slender small hand suddenly reached in, flicking his shoulder with a bent finger.

"Heh."

Liu Xingshan lowered his gaze to look at the small hand retracting from his shoulder, and the sweat on his forehead suddenly increased a bit more.

"I say, is there shit in your brain?"

Accompanying her words, a petite figure floated in, appearing to be only seven or eight years old.

She held her hands behind her back, standing on a jade gourd.

She wore a long robe that was obviously much too large, making her look comical yet even more childish and cute.

But on such a well-behaved face, there was an air of arrogance.

Even facing one of the eight Bai Yu elders of the Tianjian Sect, she still maintained an attitude of looking down from above.

"I sent someone to summon you, can't you understand?"

Speaking thus, she reached out, pinched Liu Xingshan's loose facial skin, and then gently patted it: "At a time like this, don't cause trouble for me, can you understand? If you understand, nod."

Crack, crack.

Liu Xingshan clenched his five fingers tightly, and fire nearly surged out of those eyes.

There was quite a bit of indignation akin to "do not bully the old for being poor."

But unfortunately, at the appearance of seven or eight years old, the Reincarnation was at its peak; this was the time when this woman was at her strongest, the divine sword had just been forged, and its sharpness was unstoppable.

"This old man just wanted to go out for a stroll."

Liu Xingshan closed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

Seeing this, that petite girl raised her eyebrows, the corners of her lips lifted, and her voice was crisp: "Who cares?"

Leaving this sentence, she wiped the hand that had patted the old man's face on his robe, unhurriedly, then turned directly and left the light screen.

Leaving only Liu Xingshan standing in place, his breathing slightly disordered.

The desire for the He Dao Nanyang Baodi in his eyes intensified several times over.

Nanyang Sect.

Li Xuanqing held a register, using his fingertip to erase the names of the Gui Sect and the Taoyuan Manor one by one.

The Shen Zongzhu had just taken over this register, and out of one hundred and eighty-two families, two were gone.

In any Meng Sect, this would be a major matter requiring someone to be held accountable.

Unfortunately, within the Nanyang Nanyang Baodi, no one could yet control Shen Zongzhu.

As for Li Xuanqing himself, he was even too lazy to ask more; based on his observation of Shen Zongzhu over these days, he believed the other party must have his own reasons for acting.

"Be extra careful." Li Xuanqing only looked to the side and reminded him again.

As the saying goes, a tall tree catches the wind; Shen Zongzhu's tree is not yet that tall, but it is growing far too fast.

The heirs to the sacred lands of the Meng Sect each possess their own methods to intimidate other Bai Yu Jing cultivators.

Shen Zongzhu clearly lacks this strength; moreover, the opponent he must face is not merely a single sect's Bai Yu Jing cultivators.

"Very well."

Shen Yi gazed at the statue of the Ancestral Founder before him.

This should be the sole Great Expansion Realm titan unique to each Xian Sect; alas, the one at Nanyang Sect is now merely an ordinary statue.

To be completely untroubled would be impossible.

Up to this point, Shen Yi had yet to witness a true Bai Yu Jing cultivator in action, possessing no concept of them whatsoever, let alone a strategy to counter them.

Yet Shen Yi understood even more clearly that panic was useless.

It was better to increase his strength, so that when true peril arrived, he would have a bit more confidence to preserve his life.

【Slain the Void-Returning Realm Green-Scale Fierce Naga, Total Lifespan 217,000 Years, Remaining Lifespan 126,000 Years, Absorption Complete】

【Remaining Demon Lifespan: 495,000 Years】

The journey to Taoyuan Manor, where he encountered that group of water-dwelling demons, had supplemented Shen Yi's foundation somewhat; counting the two Demon Origins given to Lady Qinghua, it actually exceeded 500,000 years.

Although the number of demons was small and their cultivation low, the overall quality of their lifespans was clearly a tier higher than that of the Dragon Fish Hall.

"Whose weapon is this?"

Shen Yi drew a long-handled great blade from his ring; it was precisely the one seized from the Green-Scale Naga General.

Li Xuanqing studied it intently for a few moments, then sighed softly: "Southern Long Gong..."

He did not quite understand how Shen Zongzhu had managed to step into Yu Nanhong and immediately find himself surrounded by enemies on all sides.

"Is there a reason?"

If it were a private grudge mutually acknowledged by both sides, like General Dao Hai's, then the problem would not be too great.

"There is, and there isn't."

Shen Yi returned the long-handled great blade to his ring.

For powers like the Seven Sons of Yu Nanhong and the Long Gong, unless they had crossed each other's lines, nothing else counted as a reason, let alone the lives of common mortals.

"Then it is troublesome."

Li Xuanqing closed his eyes; let alone his current state of merely having a wooden body, even in his prime, he would not dare to easily disrupt the balance between the Seven Sons of Yu Nanhong and the Long Gong.

To put it simply, if Shen Zongzhu could casually slay a Long Gong general today, then tomorrow the Long Gong could ambush a direct disciple of a Xian Sect.

Once true fury was unleashed, Yu Nanhong would know no peace.

It might even drag the other Dragon Palaces into the conflict.

"Let us not speak of what comes later; the urgent matter now is to first protect one's own safety."

"At the very least, a Bai Yu Jing cultivator is needed to guard your path; otherwise, try not to leave the Nanyang Sacred Land."

Long Gong generals all fall under the jurisdiction of the Dragon Sons and Dragon Grandsons; those existences, accustomed to tyrannizing Yu Nanhong, are certainly not the type to endure humiliation in silence.

Although not every Dragon Son or Dragon Grandson possesses Bai Yu Jing strength, one must plan for the worst-case scenario.

"Hah."

What Shen Yi lacked most now was Demon Suppression Stones; relying solely on the resources within the Nanyang Sacred Land could not sustain his Boundless Demon Emperor Palace.

But Bai Yu Jing cultivators... where were they so easily hired?

Just then.

Several figures descended once more onto the Nanyang relief.

Besides the familiar Yan Wencheng and Liu Qianyun, the one walking at the very front was a face Shen Yi had seen before.

That somewhat stern middle-aged man stabilized his stance, then bowed with clasped hands without haste: "Liu Shiqian of Qingyue Sect requests an audience with the Nanyang Sect Master."

He had once said that if Shen Yi needed any help, he could come to him and ask.

But he never expected that the other party had not yet gone to Qingyue Sect to seek him.

Instead, he had come to Nanyang Sect first.

"See, a Bai Yu Jing cultivator has arrived." Li Xuanqing glanced sideways and smiled.

"..."

Shen Yi did not feel he had such face that a Qingyue Sect elder would come of his own accord to protect him.

Moreover, he had just personally slain a Qingyue Sect executive.

He rose to his feet, waved his hand to dispel the great formation.

Then his figure darted out of the Ancestral Founder Hall; clasping his hands in return, he spoke slowly: "Elder Liu, please enter."

"Hiss."

Gazing at that tall figure in the air.

Liu Qianyun actually felt somewhat overwhelmed by the honor.

Even the Celestial Sword Baohua Xianzi had never enjoyed such treatment; yet her father, that old rascal, had.

A Sect Master personally welcoming someone—what an immense honor.

Although this Sect Master's cultivation was somewhat low, his status had been acknowledged by the other six Great Expansion Realm titans.

Besides, she knew a little of Shen Yi's cold nature.

"Sect Master is too polite."

Liu Shiqian, somewhat unaccustomed, revealed a smile, slowly withdrew his clasped hands, and regarded Shen Yi with a touch of sighing admiration.

He truly had not expected it.

In such a short time, the other party had undergone such earth-shaking changes that it even made him feel somewhat unfamiliar.

Wearing the same Nanyang white robe, the wretched, blood-soaked appearance from before was gone; instead, he possessed an extraordinary bearing that vaguely took on the semblance of a sect leader.

Liu Shiqian withdrew his gaze and spoke softly: "Today, Shiqian has come primarily to thank Shen Zongzhu for helping Qingyue Sect clear away hidden dangers, avoiding the brewing of further tragedies."

"Besides that, Qingyue Sect, recalling that the Yan family was once taken over by us, has grown quite familiar through our interactions; since Shen Zongzhu is new here, let Liu Shiqian guide him and make a few introductions."

This time, Liu Shiqian no longer restrained his aura.

The atmosphere within the Seven Sons of Yu Nanhong had become utterly bizarre, with certain individuals' hidden ambitions laid bare.

After all, I have already been ostracized by all my fellow Daoists.

Perhaps there is no longer any need to conceal anything.

Only by following one's heart can one's thoughts flow unimpeded.

"..."

Shen Yi stood suspended in midair, gazing calmly at the formidable cultivator before him. After pondering for a long while, he bowed respectfully once more: "Trouble you, Elder Liu; Shen Yi offers his gratitude here."

(End of this chapter)