Chapter 483: Heading to Xianyue City (5K2, Requesting Monthly Votes)

Roar—

Shen Yi held his right palm level, gripping that straight long spear.

Scales surged upon it, the jade at the spear's tip seeming like a vivid eye, emitting a terrifying low roar.

Ke Shisan floated nearby, able only to watch helplessly as the dragon spear struggled desperately in its master's hand, yet could not break free from the restraint of those five slender fingers until it was completely subdued.

Entered the sect eighteen thousand years ago, achieved minor mastery forty thousand years later, achieved great mastery eighty-nine thousand years later!

With Ke Shisan's help.

Shen Yi finally obtained a cultivation speed exceeding that of normal Killed Fanxu cultivators.

Which Killed Fanxu cultivator is not a person of extraordinary talent?

But those who can understand the Spirit Arts are few and far between; those who can cultivate them to great mastery before their lifespan runs dry are even rarer than phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

After all, it is the technique Ke Shisan primarily cultivates.

Had the consumption of the demon soul not been so great previously, as long as lifespan was sufficient, there would even have been a chance to touch upon perfection.

A Spirit Art brought to perfection; looking across the entire Yu Nanhong, I'm afraid most Bai Yujing cultivators would not possess such a foundation.

【Killed Fanxu (Spirit). Green Dragon Shatters the Stars Spear: Great Mastery】

【Remaining Demon Lifespan: Eighty-three thousand years】

Shen Yi slightly familiarized himself with the dragon spear in hand; this was a demon weapon forged by the Dragon Palace's secret arts, not something that could be simply compared to a cultivator's magical treasure, but judging solely by material and spiritual nature, it was by no means less than a tier above the black-glow flying sword at his waist.

"Take you to relax?"

Shen Yi knew well that haste makes waste and did not rush to pour the remaining tens of thousands of years into the technique.

For any of the three techniques at great mastery, the final step to reaching perfection is extremely difficult.

Ke Shisan's current state is not very good; it is better to take it slow for now.

"Relax again?"

The dragon grandson's face instantly turned deathly pale, stepping back several times in succession.

It could die for its master, but it truly did not want to "relax" again, begging for mercy instinctively: "My master... I..."

"This time it is truly relaxation."

Shen Yi reached out and stuffed it into the suppressing stone prepared long ago between his eyebrows.

That square suppressing stone rapidly transformed into a yellow dragon covered in vicious spikes, a purple jade treasure pearl held in its mouth.

The moment the eyes opened, that aquatic dragon grandson was brought back to life.

With cultivation comparable to the ninth layer of Killed Fanxu, yet not having entered the realm of perfection, it already possessed strength enough to make Shen Yi feel a headache.

Plus hundreds of thousands of years of accumulation.

Its comprehension within the panel, though unable to feedback to the body, at least added much experience.

Its aura was even thicker than when it was alive.

"..."

Shen Yi leaned the measuring pillar ruler against it; in an instant, the golden light suddenly shot past the first-grade line, stopping only after exceeding it by nearly one-third.

Compared to the previous few, this was a genuine first-grade Dao Pillar.

Judging by past experience, even excluding the mastered Spirit Arts and various methods, relying solely on bloodline and cultivation itself, the measuring pillar ruler deemed this dragon grandson to be of the quality of the tenth layer of Killed Fanxu.

After filling the Boundless Demon Emperor Palace, perhaps one could even comprehend a fine Dao technique from the other party.

Of course, not now.

Shen Yi summoned Ke Shisan, threw a black robe over it; this aura-concealing robe used during the Slain Hunyuan Realm no longer served any purpose in the Killed Fanxu Realm.

However, the suppressing stone itself could conceal the aura to the extreme, making it indistinguishable from an ordinary stone.

Simply to mask the appearance.

Shen Yi did not intend to use the dragon grandson's identity to do anything, after all, as long as the water demons were not blind, they could easily see its stone body.

But letting Ke Shisan occasionally reveal its aura above the Wang Yang.

Leaving the Dragon Palace a tiny thought that it was still alive should slightly alleviate their desire for revenge, prioritizing finding Ke Shisan first.

As for how long it could drag on, that depended on luck.

Shen Yi watched Ke Shisan don the black robe, and likewise took out a dark shirt to replace the Nanyang white robe on his body.

"If you went missing, who would come looking for you first?"

"Reporting to my master, probably my fourth brother."

A hoarse voice came from under the black robe, its age indistinguishable: "Among the dragon grandsons of the Nangong, it ranks in the top three; combined with its bravery and skill in battle, it is therefore responsible for guarding the waters closest to the seven sons of Yu Nanhong."

"But my relationship with many elder brothers is not good; to discover my disappearance depends on when it remembers I am such a younger brother."

Ke Shisan's words were truthful; the struggles within the Dragon Palace were far less concealed than those within the Xian Sect.

Though not to the point of taking lives, everything except life could be taken away.

Whoever could occupy larger waters and recruit more subordinates would possess greater say and enjoy endless resources.

"How is its strength?" Shen Yi glanced sideways.

"Not weaker than Wei Yuanzhou of the seven sons of Yu Nanhong." Ke Shisan compared seriously, then added: "But it cannot defeat Su Hongxiu of the Heavenly Sword Sect, provided she has reincarnated to her youth."

The dragon grandson felt it had made a very perfect comparison.

But to Shen Yi's ears, it was as if he had heard nothing.

After all, he was not familiar with either of them, let alone had any knowledge of their strength.

Anyway, it was enough to know they could not be defeated for the time being.

"Go circle your fourth brother's waters, let it know you have left this place."

Shen Yi nodded slightly.

Immediately, his form stepped onto the black-glow flying sword and vanished from the spot, separating from Ke Shisan and darting off in completely opposite directions.

First, temporarily ease the trouble brought by the Dragon Palace.

The remaining matters are actually quite simple.

Shen Yi felt the wind in his ears, his gaze gradually sharpening.

What he lacks now is nothing more than the Stabilizing Stones and the lifespans of demons and monsters.

Demons' and monsters' lifespans are not hard to find; as long as one is willing to spend time, slaying some minor demons and accumulating them little by little will be enough.

But the Stabilizing Stones are different.

To continue forging the Heavenly Palace now, he would at least need demons and monsters of the level of the Green-Scaled Serpent General.

Demons and monsters cannot simply grow that large out of thin air; reaching the ninth layer of Killed Fanxu requires a foundation to support it—how could it be possible? Who doesn't have powerful backers behind them? Moreover, this level of strength itself counts as a local power in Yu Nanhong, with countless intricate connections.

The current Shen Yi no longer has the protection of the Meng Sect.

If he recklessly charges straight in, whether he can walk out alive remains to be seen.

As for placing hope in Yan Xianqing... if he had the strength to stride arrogantly across this land of water and land, he wouldn't even be able to protect his own great formation.

Of course.

Besides improving his strength, another point to note is the remaining three top-tier vassal powers.

Shen Yi may not necessarily need their help.

But he certainly cannot stand by and watch them be controlled by the Dragon Palace.

The reasoning is very simple.

These four powers were originally created to guard the Nanyang Sect.

Their understanding of the Nanyang Sect might be even deeper than that of Shen Zongzhu himself.

If they quietly submit to the Dragon Palace,

then by the time the water-tribe soldiers and generals step onto the Nanyang relief, he might not receive a single piece of news.

For now, let's not speak of contacting them.

Shen Yi must at least know the situation of these remaining three powers; if they truly submit to the Dragon Palace, he can prepare in advance.

In the land of water and land in Yu Nanhong, aside from the top-tier Xian Sects possessing lands of Dao-Union treasures,

all other powers strive to rely mainly on elites, seeking not to occupy vast territories but to minimize their own presence to the maximum extent.

Xuan Yuecheng is an exception.

Not only did it attach itself to the Seven Sages of Yu Nanhong, but its own strength is also formidable, controlling nearly three hundred cities under its command, resembling a small kingdom.

In comparison, the Yan family looks like a bumpkin from a remote, impoverished village.

Amidst such a mighty display, yet no water-tribe member has dared to invade Xuan Yuecheng.

Because standing behind them is the Heavenly Sword Sect, the most violent of the Seven Sages of Yu Nanhong.

At this moment, inside a rather inconspicuous small city among the three hundred cities.

The long street was filled with dazzling wares and a clamor of voices; cultivators and mortals mingled in the passing crowds.

A youth in a black robe walked slowly; his face was handsome, and though his attire was simple and not luxurious, he carried an air of gentle refinement.

In contrast, the tall figure following behind him, entirely shrouded in a black cloak, appeared somewhat sinister, giving off a distinct aura of "strangers keep away."

"Master, you seem to be in a good mood?" Ke Shisan, after taking a long detour to confirm that his elder brother could not yet accurately detect his death, finally returned with relief.

"It's alright."

Shen Yi glanced sideways toward the edge of the long street.

He found that compared to the quiet inner court of Nanyang, he was more accustomed to this kind of bustling, earthly atmosphere.

There was even a slight discomfort in his heart.

Originally, Shen Yi did not place much importance on Xuan Yuecheng, since the other party had never shown any intention of submitting to the Nanyang Sect and thus could not be considered one of his own.

Even if he arrived with the Blood Talisman and brought calamity upon this great power,

Shen Yi felt no psychological pressure.

But after witnessing this lively scene before him, his thoughts changed; such a city being destroyed by demons and monsters would truly be a pity.

Before coming, Shen Yi had not expected Xuan Yuecheng to be this large in scale.

"Shall we go directly to Xuan Yuecheng?" Ke Shisan asked.

"Forget it."

Shen Yi shook his head.

If it were a power like the Yan family, a slight observation might still reveal whether they had colluded with the water tribe.

Three hundred cities in total... with this kind of idle time, it would be better to improve one's strength.

Shen Yi stopped at a roadside stall, ordered two pancakes, left a jade treasure, and then, taking Ke Shisan with him, prepared to leave the place.

"Thank you, Immortal, for your generous reward."

The small vendor was somewhat overjoyed, yet unlike the vendors in the former Boyun County, he was clearly accustomed to cultivator masters making such generous gestures.

Such matters were not uncommon.

After experiencing long years, many cultivators would occasionally miss the mundane world before they stepped onto the path of cultivation.

"Master, I am Stone," Ke Shisan reminded him.

"I'll eat two portions."

Shen Yi glanced at it; buying two portions was merely a habit, truly spoiling the mood.

The two walked toward the city gate.

Just then, the wooden railing on the second floor of the tavern suddenly shattered, and a drunken figure was thrown down, rolling several times on the ground.

Even so, the person continued to mutter curses: "Drive me away, driving me away is useless! The Lord of Xuan Yuecheng eats the grain of the Xian Sect, yet sends his own daughter to the water tribe as a wife—shameful! A supreme humiliation!"

This statement caused the previously bustling long street to suddenly fall into Tianyan Siji.

Pedestrians, regardless of whether they had cultivation, wore expressions of horror, then lowered their heads and quickly fled the area.

The drunkard rolled over, trying to climb up.

But from the broken wooden railing on the second floor, a Shopkeeper with a face full of coldness stepped out, grabbed a nearby wine jug, and smashed it toward the drunkard.

"He's hitting people! You still dare to hit people!"

The drunkard shouted while blocking his face with his arm.

But a Crack echoed through the air, and the exquisite wine jug actually turned into a pile of dust and scattered out of nowhere.

He lowered his arm in astonishment, lifted his neck, and two tall figures looking down with lowered eyes suddenly appeared in his line of sight.

"Please forgive us, Immortal, he truly spoke without restraint and offended the City Lord and the Xian Sect..."

Seeing the two obviously extraordinary figures, the Shopkeeper's entire body of fat trembled slightly, hurriedly apologized, and then retreated back into the tavern.

"Let's talk while we walk."

Shen Yi had no intention of getting involved in the fight among these people; he was simply interested in the Water Clan mentioned by the drunkard.

"What are you talking about? Doesn't the Immortal know that the Water Clan has already brought betrothal gifts and become honored guests of the City Lord of Xuan Yuecheng?"

The drunkard was obviously a chatterbox, but no one else dared to listen or wanted to listen; now that someone finally responded, regardless of whether he was a cultivator or something else, he immediately opened his floodgates.

He angrily pointed to the sky: "Who within these three hundred cities doesn't know that Xuan Yuecheng can be what it is today only because of the direct care of the Tianjian Xian Sect? With their behavior, aren't they afraid that an Immortal of the Tianjian Sect will slice them with a single sword?"

Hearing this, Ke Laoqi quickly averted his gaze.

This was not cursing some City Lord; this was clearly hinting at Shen Zongzhu.

If Xuan Yuecheng were still under the protection of the Tianjian Xian Sect, even the Nanlong Palace would not easily attack Xuan Yuecheng, mainly because it was not worth it; the cost paid would not match the gain.

Now it has fallen into the hands of the Huinan Yang Sect...

Shen Yi led the drunkard toward the city gate, listening to the other's curses, while his expression remained unchanged.

It was clear that the Dragon Palace's grasp of information on the Seven Sons of Nan Hong was likely even stronger than his own.

As soon as the decree was sent out, this group of demons and monsters immediately began plotting.

Some fought over the great formation, others fought over the daughter.

Their purpose was nothing more than to force these Nanyang vassals to submit to them through relatively less conspicuous means.

"Even if it truly is marrying off a daughter, based on Miss Yin's talent and beauty, at least a Dragon Grandson should be worthy of her; how... how can she be married to a Wang Ba!"

The drunkard spat everywhere, his whole body trembling with excitement.

"..."

Shen Yi glanced at him casually and suddenly felt that this person's anger seemed not to be solely due to the matter of Xuan Yuecheng and the Water Clan.

"Reporting to my Lord, I think I know; this should be something Ke Laoqi did."

When Ke Laoqi previously mentioned another Dragon Grandson, he instinctively called him Fourth Brother, but when mentioning this elder brother, his tone carried a hint of contempt.

"His strength is mediocre, but he commands a Turtle Army that can be considered elite."

"Granting that Wang Ba a beauty can make the Turtle Clan even more loyal, and at the same time swallow Xuan Yuecheng; it achieves two goals with one move; this is his habit of handling affairs."

"..."

Shen Yi nodded slightly and gave the Dragon Grandson a look: "Go to Xuan Yuecheng."

"I humbly obey my Lord's decree." Ke Laoqi directly scooped up the drunkard, then his figure suddenly vanished into the clouds, his voice hoarse as he said: "If you dare to pee, I will make it so you cannot hold your urine for the rest of your life."

The drunkard had never experienced such a scene; he was so scared his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

He was just fond of chattering; how had he suddenly been kidnapped?!

Xuan Yuecheng, City Lord's Mansion.

Outside one of the beautiful Cheng Xiaoyuan.

Two middle-aged cultivators dressed in plain clothes stood holding swords; their faces were utterly ordinary, but their eyes were extremely sharp.

Like two sharp blades hidden in their sheaths.

As major forces guarding a region, the cultivators of Xuan Yuecheng appeared far inferior before these two.

It was not a difference in realm, but rather the spirit of looking down on the mortal world and the difference in vision.

Even if someone passed by, they would force out a reluctant smile and then quickly leave the area.

As if this courtyard was some forbidden ground.

Inside the deep boudoir, there was no grand scene, only two beautiful and charming women.

The Miss dressed in green sat quietly on the bed, with red lips and white teeth, looking somewhat pitiful.

But in front of the other standing Miss, her beauty, which was endlessly praised, actually seemed to fall into a bit of vulgarity.

Tianjian Xianzi, Su Yushang.

Her elder sister was named Hongxiu, yet she had never worn a red robe; instead, this Xianzi had always worn a conspicuous red skirt.

"I asked on your behalf."

Su Yushang hesitated for a moment, turned her head to look: "The Sect said this goes against the rules... it truly goes against the rules."

She even explained a bit.

Given her sister's status within the Sect, no one dared to deceive her.

Xuan Yuecheng is a vassal of the Nanyang Sect.

Without Shen Zongzhu speaking, no one had the qualification to interfere in this matter.

But that young Shen Zongzhu is unlikely to speak... everyone is waiting for him to visit, wanting to seize his Nanyang treasure land.

Once Shen Yi speaks to ask for help, he will probably inexplicably gain a huge pile of things needing others' help, until he needs to use the treasure land as a reward.

"Yin Yajun understands; thank you, Su Jiejie, for still coming to see me."

Yin Yajun forced a smile and comforted the other with a gentle voice.

"You..."

Seeing her look like a bullied victim, Su Yushang couldn't help but flick her sleeve: "So annoying!"

Xian Sect had once been under the administration of Profound Heaven Sword Sect, and the two maintained close ties.

This also meant their relationship was actually quite good.

"That Ke Laoqi! Simply bullying people too much. If he had come to propose in person, it would be one thing, but what is this about bestowing you upon a subordinate?"

"Ever since he came out... sigh."

Su Yushang had originally wanted to complain.

But thinking of someone's extremely high status, she forcibly swallowed those words back down.

Lacking the strength, yet being forcibly propped up to a status that did not belong to that person.

Whether for him or for others, it was not a good thing.

"Su Jiejie, actually, it makes no difference to me."

The smile on Yin Yajun's face dimmed slightly; whether it was Ke Laoqi or the Turtle Clan, they were all demons.

She did not care about her own face; even marrying a dragon grandson would be an immense blow to her father, who had always been proud and arrogant.

"Of course I do not wish for you to marry... I even went to find my sister."

Su Yushang sat down beside her, somewhat discouraged: "She is not in a convenient state right now; truly, all these terrible matters have gathered together."

If there was anyone in Profound Heaven Sword Sect who could, without relying on the sect's name, force a dragon grandson to yield through their own power alone, that person was likely only Su Hongxiu.

Pity the timing was not right, and moreover, the other person did not love meddling in others' affairs.

"Yajun only hopes that when we meet next time, I will not have to see Su Jiejie's Divine Sword."

Yin Yajun seemed to want to skip this topic; she gathered her spirit and made a teasing remark.

"How is that possible?"

Su Yushang sighed slightly and withdrew her gaze: "Since Xian Sect has followed the Dragon Palace, from now on we are mortal enemies; I will not hold back... though I will try to make my moves decisive."

"Then I thank Su Jiejie in advance."

Before Yin Yajun could finish speaking, Su Yushang pinched her cheeks: "You, oh you!"

Amidst the laughter and play between the two women, the atmosphere in the deep boudoir inexplicably grew depressed.

Before such a colossal entity as the Dragon Palace, even though Xian Sect was already a first-rate major power beneath the Immortal Sects, it still possessed no power to resist.

(End of this chapter)