Chapter 524: Please Remember You Are Shen Zongzhu Shen

Just at the moment that golden-patterned black blade decisively severed the head of the Glazed Green Phoenix.

The entire Shui Lin Cave Heaven fell into a silence so deep not even a crow dared to caw.

Such a mighty great demon, whose mere lingering fury from the heart-flame it had unleashed could send countless Bai Yujing cultivators fleeing in disarray, and which several Xian Sect disciples found quite thorny to handle, would surely have established a formidable reputation across the entire Hongze Prefecture had it ventured out for some time.

Yet now, it had died easily at Shen Yi's hand.

A demon whose power rivaled the Three Cities realm, and which, bolstered by its noble bloodline, could be called top-tier within that realm, was actually slain by a cultivator who had only opened two Cities.

That alone was already difficult for people to comprehend.

Moreover, this Glazed Green Phoenix possessed an extremely terrifying background, being the young son of a Great Demon at the Dao-Integration realm.

On an ordinary day, this would absolutely be a matter shocking the entire Western Hong.

But now, everyone's thoughts were fixed upon the Liangdaohuang Palace floating in the sky.

The direct disciples and elders of the Banshan Sect, especially those cultivators who had previously witnessed Shen Yi suppressing three direct disciples, had originally thought this young man was somewhat arrogant and failed to restrain himself within another sect's domain.

It was only because the opponent happened to display astonishing body-refining talent that this matter could be concluded so simply; otherwise, the outcome was uncertain.

But now, they felt their previous judgment had not been accurate enough.

How could mere arrogance possibly cover this?

It was simply lawless!

Young friend Shen not only ignored the Glazed Green Phoenix's background, but while crushing this Phoenix demon with sheer force, he actually casually did something even more terrifying and shocking.

That was disregarding the warning of the Liangdaohuang Sect.

Especially since the entire process appeared so calm.

It was not the violent rage of blood surging to the heart, nor the defiance of a prodigy being bullied; rather, his expression remained normal as he quietly finished what he had in hand.

Precisely because of this, everyone's expressions became even more bizarre.

Since it was not due to a momentary impulse... then it must be because he was fully confident?

It seemed that this top-tier power, famous throughout Hongze Prefecture, was something Young friend Shen did not need to place on his mind at all.

"..."

Yan Chongzhang's heartbeat had now reached its peak; he seemed able to foresee exactly what reaction the blurry figure in that Jiangshan painting scroll would make.

And how terrifying that reaction of the Liangdaohuang Sect cultivator would be for the many powers of Western Hong.

He had already formed the thought in his heart to completely sever any connection with Shen Yi.

As if verifying Yan Chongzhang's guess.

The next moment, a calm and indifferent voice emanated from the Liangdaohuang Palace, yet even the most dull cultivator present could easily discern how deliberate this calm indifference was, and what rage lay hidden within it.

"You have made this Seat truly displeased."

Upon the meditation cushion, the blurry figure looked down from above, his gaze falling upon the youth in black armor, then sweeping over the corpse of the Glazed Green Phoenix beside him, which was as massive as a small mountain.

After seeing Shen Yi silently store the Phoenix demon's corpse into his storage treasure, paying him no attention whatsoever, the blurry figure finally could not help but emit a heavy exhale.

"You... shall die." He no longer concealed his anger, and rolling killing intent surged within his words.

He had come from Northern Hong to Western Hong not just for a day or two; even for a top-tier Xian Sect like the Banshan Sect, and for a prodigy disciple like Yan Chongzhang, the opponent, no matter how resentful in his heart, and with a Dao-Integration realm master protecting him nearby, still had to stand obediently below and listen to his lecture.

This was the dignity of the Liangdaohuang Sect!

But now, this dignity was trampled so easily by a lowly person, relying on a few laughable points of strength.

"..."

The purple hue in Shen Yi's eyes did not dim; under normal circumstances, after supporting him in slaying such a mighty Phoenix demon, the Hongmeng Chen Ziqi would have been consumed greatly, and could not possibly remain as abundant as it was now.

This could only prove one issue.

That the Divine Phoenix Immortal Body, bolstered by the Hongmeng Chen Ziqi, was not his main method for slaying the demon this time; moreover, up until now, aside from the black armor suffering relatively severe damage, his condition remained very good.

But Shen Yi did not say much.

After seriously tidying up the spoils, he glanced with slight regret at the young master of the Diming Youmang captured by Wei Yuanzhou, as well as the numerous corpses of snake demons surrounding them.

Then he quickly withdrew his gaze, did not even look once at the person in the sky, turned his body, and activated the teleportation technique to leave.

To speak honestly, since the young master of the Diming Youmang was now captured by the Lingyun Disciple, as long as Shen Yi was willing to speak up, the ownership of this demon was unquestionable.

But things could not be done too excessively.

The Banshan Sect had given so many gifts and paid a considerable price; one must leave others a bowl of soup to drink.

Only after Yan Chongzhang resolved the matter entrusted by the Liangdaohuang Sect would he have the spare strength to aid the Seven Disciples of Southern Hong.

Besides...

The current situation was really not suitable for others to know about the relationship between himself and the Seven Disciples of Southern Hong or the Banshan Sect.

It would not only bring trouble to them but also increase the probability of his own identity being exposed.

Shen Yi's greatest reliance was that no power in this land of Western Hong knew him, and with the existence of the panel, as long as he could eat and drink his fill, the speed of his realm advancement would be extremely terrifying.

But he had no habit of entrusting his life to others, nor was he the type of character who forcibly dragged others to take risks with him.

As for this Liangdaohuang Sect, it was merely a shadowy projection in the sky, not the true body arriving in person.

Unless Shen Yi could handle this matter cleanly and decisively, leaving no aftereffects—for instance, being confident he could bury this cultivator right here—he would have no interest in inviting unnecessary trouble for the sake of momentary anger.

He simply wanted to take what belonged to him; nothing more.

Thinking thus, Shen Yi directly transformed into a long purple-white rainbow and sped toward the horizon.

Crack! Crack!

Taking this scene into his eyes.

Wei Yuanzhou pressed his lips tightly, the hand hidden within his sleeve suddenly clenched as if to crush his finger bones, and killing intent surged within his double pupils.

This expression did not match his peaceful title of the Lingyun Immortal.

He was the most rule-abiding among the Southern Hong disciples and also bore the responsibility of controlling the situation here.

But the authority of the Shen Zongzhu must not be infringed... this was also one of the rules Wei Yuanzhou strictly observed.

Moreover, this is no longer a simple offense, but a blunt and direct threat to life! Threatening the Shen Zongzhu of one of the Seven Sons of Southern Hong!

"Have you all gone mad?"

Seeing Wei Yuanzhou sweep his gaze toward him, Bai Wu knew exactly what the other meant.

This was a demand for him to seek instructions from his master.

Su Hongxiu was one thing; that woman had always been short-tempered. But why was Wei Yuanzhou joining in the fray? Did he truly think the Seven Sons of Southern Hong were still the vast power they were under the leadership of the Nanyang Sect back then?

Ten thousand years have passed! The heavens have long changed!

Bai Wu, who usually loved to stir up trouble, now acted as a mediator, transmitting his voice: "Shen Zongzhu Shen, handle the matter properly. You others, cause him less trouble! Otherwise, do not blame this Daoist Son for reporting to our sect and locking you all up!"

Just then, he heard a faint sigh.

"Has it truly been handled properly?"

Su Hongxiu extended her fingertip and placed it upon her brow.

Thus, another city appeared in the sky, named "Shanghuang."

Among the nearly twenty Bai Yu Jing cultivators present, only a handful could manifest such a city.

The reason Su Hongxiu suddenly opened the city was simple.

It was that within the Wuliang Dao Huang Palace, light halos suddenly surged forth. As the blurred figure slightly raised both palms, the halos seeped into the several chains from before.

The figure in the Jiangshan Map had transformed into him personally controlling this Daoist Weapon.

The chains erupted with violent humming; brilliant light dyed the heavens and earth, while the other end was firmly bound to that purple-white long rainbow.

In a single breath, the purple and white colors dissipated.

That tall figure in black armor stood with his back to the crowd. He lowered his gaze to his raised right arm, which was tightly wrapped by the chains.

His deep eyes were like an ancient well, without a ripple, revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Did I allow you to leave?"

The blurred figure in the sky raised both palms. His voice gradually resonated across the heavens, carrying a hint of cruelty.

Upon hearing these words,

Yan Chongzhang's face instantly turned countless times more ugly.

He had never imagined Shen Yi would leave so calmly. Who has not been young and impetuous? He himself was no exception in his youth. Coupled with Shen Xiao's astonishing actions, it was natural to assume he was an arrogant and proud person.

But watching him throughout this journey, the other seemed merely an introverted cultivator who worked diligently and spoke little.

Besides hoping Shen Xiao could solve the mystery of the Nameless Mountain's secret treasure, Yan Chongzhang grew increasingly appreciative of this person's character and conduct.

But what he least expected was that the people of the Wuliang Dao Huang Sect would have such narrow-mindedness.

That demon was slain by Shen Xiao alone, without assistance from anyone.

The Wuliang Dao Huang Sect failed to demand it, first spoke viciously, already losing the bearing of a great sect. Now, when the young friend had not even retorted, they actually intended to use force to detain him!

Are these truly a famous orthodox sect, or demonic cultivators?

"Daoist Friend!"

Yan Chongzhang suddenly shouted: "Just look at this Diming Youmang Young Master. Does he meet your sect's requirements?"

He had no right to offend the Wuliang Dao Huang Sect on behalf of the Banshan Sect, but he still possessed the courage to offer a slight effort and mediate this matter.

"Sss." Yang Yunheng's heart gave a jolt. He never expected that, while Shen Xiao had simultaneously offended the Glazed Green Phoenix clan and the Wuliang Dao Huang Sect, his own Daoist Son would still dare to intervene in this matter.

But after hesitating, this Great Elder sighed and said no more.

"If Daoist Friend is still satisfied, please accept him."

Yan Chongzhang gave Wei Yuanzhou a look, then withdrew his gaze, continuing to stare at the blurred figure within the Wuliang Dao Huang Palace, mentioning nothing about remuneration.

The Banshan Sect was willing to work for him for free, which was also giving this Northern Hong Great Cultivator ample face and a way out.

Upon hearing this, that blurred figure slowly turned his gaze, remaining silent for a long time.

On that indistinct face, a mouth suddenly appeared. The corners of the lips coldly curled up, revealing a mocking smile: "Do you even deserve to give this Seat a way out? Look at what you found; it is simply unbearable to behold."

The Diming Youmang Young Master might be quite good, but compared to that Glazed Green Phoenix, he falls far short.

Before the words had fully faded, a small green sword suddenly darted out from the Jiangshan Map.

The situation was exactly the same as before within the Banshan Sect.

This small sword transformed into a silent streak of light, rushing straight toward the terrified Diming Youmang Young Master!

The Green Fire Green Lotus Sword, a Hongmeng Heavenly Weapon capable of ranking within the top seventy of the Daoist Weapon Record!

Just then, a sharp blade of black and gold pierced the air, arriving later but striking first. The two streaks of light collided with a boom.

The thick aura belonging to the Daoist Weapon suddenly erupted, twisting even the surrounding sky into a distorted shape!

Only the crisp sound of "Crack!" was heard.

The green flames spread across the firmament like a sunset, plunging the entire Shuilin Cave Heaven into scorching heat.

Before that black and gold blade, the Green Fire Green Lotus Sword was smashed apart as if it were brittle jade, offering no resistance whatsoever.

It transformed into thick purple light and returned to within the Wuliang Dao Huang Palace.

In the arena, both Su Hongxiu and Yan Chongzhang's faces changed slightly.

The former had carefully assessed last time that her Bai Yu Sword, even if stronger than this Green Fire Green Lotus Sword, was only marginally so.

As for the Banshan Sect's Daoist Son, who knew the Daoist Weapon Record quite well, the arm guard he was most proud of ranked only seven places higher than this small sword.

In other words, if this black and gold blade could shatter the Green Fire Green Lotus Sword, it could also shatter the Hongmeng Heavenly Weapons of these two Daoist Sons in the same terrifying manner.

"You..."

Within the Wuliang Dao Huang Palace, the blurred figure clearly did not expect such a turn of events.

He finally showed a hint of embarrassment.

Immediately, without the slightest hesitation, he fiercely waved his palm, causing the entire Jiangshan Map to trem violently.

Clearly, for this Northern Hong Great Cultivator, with his Daoist arts and realm, summoning a Daoist Weapon from the third city across such a vast distance was obviously too much of a strain.

But in an instant, even within the Jiangshan Map, the earth shook and the mountains trembled.

A jade ruler covered in crimson thunder, carrying a momentum that soared to the heavens, roared out!

"Tianyuan Huanlei Chi! Are you Pan Boyang?!"

In this region of Hongze, a Dao Weapon was even more recognizable than a face.

Yan Chongzhang instinctively cried out in shock.

In the Record of Dao Weapons, unless deliberately proclaimed, cultivators would only register their strongest Dao Weapon; thus, the Green Fire Azure Lotus Sword did not reveal the name of the person behind it, known only as one of a certain powerful figure's Dao Weapons.

What Yan Chongzhang never expected was that a cultivator with such vicious conduct would be the master of the Divine Ruler ranked thirty-ninth in the Record of Dao Weapons, Pan Boyang, whose name as a gentleman echoed throughout the Three Hongs.

The blurred figure did not respond.

Even though exposing his identity made him somewhat annoyed.

Yet having his Dao Weapon crushed by another in front of so many people was something he could accept even less.

At this moment, all of Pan Boyang's thoughts were fixed on that gleaming edge of interwoven dark metal and gold.

He must shatter it in a more decisive manner to quell the anger in his heart.

The jade ruler was translucent throughout, seeming to contain blood veins within, emitting a faint Du Weiguang; as the blood veins extended from the ruler's body, they transformed into a vast sea of thunder, like wild dragons dancing wildly, covering that edge of dark metal and gold with sharp claws and fangs.

Boom!

The sound of thunder resounded through the human world, as if the Heavenly Lord was enraged.

Before this crimson thunder, the cultivators of Bai Yujing once again found themselves in the helpless fear they had felt as mortals when facing the roar of thunder.

The crimson thunder finally enveloped the edge of dark metal and gold.

Dense lightning gathered, carrying a terrifying momentum, swallowing everything around it.

Before the Tianyuan Huanlei Chi, the edge of dark metal and gold seemed like a lone boat in a terrifying storm, appearing utterly ordinary.

But what shocked everyone was.

It advanced so steadily, without any change from beginning to end, just as Shen Yi had previously ignored Pan Boyang, silently carrying the crimson thunder and shooting out.

The trembling of the Jiangshan Map became increasingly obvious, clearly forced beyond its limits and lacking the strength.

The Tianyuan Huanlei Chi began to fade, and the thunder filling the sky gradually dissolved.

Pan Boyang stared blankly ahead.

The edge of dark metal and gold suddenly pierced the head of the Diming Youmang Young Master; the vast force contained within suddenly slammed him against an ancient tree, and this giant tree that had endured long years and battles with Bai Yu Jing finally emitted a mournful cry, cracking and breaking apart.

The dark blade quietly sank into the pitch-black tree trunk.

The dense golden patterns upon it appeared so brilliant, like lotus flowers blooming, stained slightly eerie by the scarlet blood.

It thus attracted everyone's gaze.

Until they suddenly remembered the master of this blade.

Thus, those gazes quickly fell upon the young man in dark armor in the distance.

The entire process happened in the blink of an eye.

Shen Yi still maintained that calm expression; only his right palm, not yet fully retracted, let everyone know whose hand had struck this blow.

"..."

In the Wuliang Dao Imperial Palace, Pan Boyang sat expressionless upon a cushion, but anyone could see how furious he truly was.

Perhaps he was unsure of Shen Yi's identity, or perhaps he had finally formulated his words.

He lowered his gaze to look down: "Very well, I have remembered today's matter; you had better remember Pan as well, or else..."

Before Pan Boyang finished speaking, his entire body suddenly swayed downward.

This time, Shen Yi did not tear off the chains on his arm; instead, he calmly gripped them tightly in his palm, then exerted force bit by bit.

Under his quiet gaze.

The entire Jiangshan Map trembled even more violently than when the Dao Weapon was first summoned, as if the entire Jiangshan was being overturned by an invisible giant hand; this was an omen of world destruction!

"You dare!"

Pan Boyang mobilized all his qi, pitting the entire Jiangshan against that slender Bai Xi palm.

Then, this vast Dao Palace that hid the sky and blocked the sun visibly approached the water's surface... being dragged down alive!

"I am not accustomed to having someone speak to me from above."

Shen Yi finally spoke his first words since the battle with Qingfeng began.

His voice was very clean, carrying no great emotional fluctuation, yet it made everyone present turn pale with shock.

Under the pull of that arm covered in dark armor, Pan Boyang strangely felt he was grappling with an immensely high and heavy mountain range; it was a mountain holding up the sky, the spine of heaven and earth!

In an instant, he was dragged down from the cushion.

When he came to his senses.

His neck was already grasped by those five knuckle-defined fingers.

"Now have you remembered clearly?" Shen Yi quietly gazed into the eyes of that blurred figure and seriously asked.

"..." Pan Boyang stared with wide eyes; although it was only a phantom and his true self was not present, He Ceng had ever suffered such a humiliating disgrace.

"I have remembered you! I will definitely remember you!" He finally erupted with a hoarse low roar!

Hearing this, Shen Yi suddenly raised the corner of his lips, revealing a trace of indifferent smile, and lightly tapped his chin, saying: "That is good."

As his words fell, he fiercely clenched his five fingers, causing that blurred phantom to instantly shatter in his palm.

The entire Wuliang Dao Imperial Palace, along with the Jiangshan Map, shattered and flew apart.

On the distant water surface.

Yan Chongzhang stood frozen in a daze; he finally understood what that strange sense of familiarity in his heart came from.

Shen Yue Fa.

It was the Shen Yue Fa brought to perfection.

It was also a realm he had yet to reach.

(End of this chapter)