Chapter 720: The Scheme Against the Immortal Ends — Xie Guan (2k, Requesting Follows)

Lu Hua and the other left, and at their final parting, they warned him.

“The small Sheng Village west of Bianjing is the Three Truths’ base—if you change your mind and come back, come here. We can protect you.”

The female Daoist heard this with surprise; this was the most secret matter of the Three Truths Sect now, and the implication of these words was not ordinary.

In Bianjing, where Su Xiang and the Third Master dwell, only one possibility could protect Xie Guan.

The Patriarch of Dongxuan, one of the Ten Great Sects, has arrived in Bianjing!

You nodded slightly and saw the two out of the small courtyard.

Lu Hua’s expression hesitated, then he spoke: “If I die on this journey, only the Three Truths Sect can collect my bones.”

“Who will collect your bones if you die?”

You smiled, “Alone in the world, die where you will, be buried where you fall.”

Lu Hua looked at you deeply, then put on his conical hat and left.

You watched their retreating figures; it was afternoon, yet the sky grew brighter, as if the noon sun had suddenly fallen back to earth.

Wu Tong went today with Lady Ruan to visit the fourth cousin at the Sima household; she should return this afternoon.

As you pondered, you saw Wu Tong leading Lady Ruan toward you.

But your gaze suddenly sharpened—another person followed behind the two women.

He was a middle-aged man in a pale blue Confucian robe, its fabric faded from washing, yet it enhanced his aura like ancient jade glowing. His features were unremarkable individually, but together they evoked distant mountains after a snowfall, bringing a sense of spring breeze.

He seemed to be chatting merrily with Wu Tong.

Wu Tong smiled and greeted, “Young Master, this gentleman says he’s here to find you and asked me to guide him.”

The middle-aged man smiled gently, his voice warm as spring stream breaking ice: “Xie Guan, long time no see!”

In that instant, the autumn sounds of the courtyard froze solid.

Wu Tong’s smile froze like ice; Lady Ruan’s curious gaze, still scanning them, also halted.

The wind, the falling leaves—all froze midair, as if the world had been poured into an ink painting.

“Boom—”

The nine swords within your heart-sea blazed with light; your blood surged like rivers; your dantian’s true qi churned violently.

You faced a dire threat!

“I’ve come to kill you,” the man said, walking forward with a light laugh, as if commenting on a clear, pleasant day. “You seem surprised?”

He murmured softly, “Here, martial arts are forbidden!”

Instantly, your dantian froze over with ice, completely sealed—no true qi could escape, not even the internal breath flowing through your meridians turned to dead serpents.

Before you could react, another voice spoke: “Here, the primordial spirit is forbidden!”

The nine Dao swords in your heart-sea wailed together; the divine fire snuffed out with a hiss.

Both martial arts and primordial spirit were utterly forbidden!

The middle-aged man adjusted his sleeve, his smile growing even gentler: “Here… I am the exception.”

You recognized him—the Third Master of the Academy.

An unprecedented pressure pinned you down; not even your fingertips could move.

This was the helplessness of facing the Ten Great Sects head-on!

The Third Master walked forward slowly, each step carrying rhythm: “Roles on a stage have entrances and exits; characters in stories have endings.”

“Xie Guan,” he suddenly stopped, “have you foreseen your own ending?”

“It’s time to end,” he passed you by.

As his Confucian robe fluttered, he left only a final verdict: “Here, no one survives.”

With that, Wu Tong and Lady Ruan snapped out of their frozen state; the congealed time shattered.

Wu Tong and Lady Ruan stumbled forward like puppets with cut strings.

“Young Master—!”

Wu Tong’s scream tore through the silence, her voice drenched in despair. She watched helplessly as your face twisted, blood oozing from all seven orifices, your green robe soaked crimson, flapping in the wind like a blood-drenched banner.

She staggered forward to rush to you—but as she took a step—

“Ssshh—”

An invisible blade sliced through the air; the girl’s body froze, then countless fine bloodlines burst open across her skin, as if cut by countless invisible knives at once.

She opened her mouth, but only a torrent of blood poured out; finally, she collapsed like a shattered porcelain doll, reduced to a blood-soaked shell.

Nearby, Lady Ruan’s mangled body lay sprawled in a pool of blood; her lower half had been torn away, leaving only her head and shoulders barely propped up, her dilated pupils fixed on the retreating Confucian robe.

“Academy…”

The great tripod boomed, spewing torrents of radiant light!

Yu Ke stared at the characters on the tripod, momentarily stunned.

Is it over already?

What happened? The Third Master’s unexpected arrival had personally ended Xie Guan’s life.

The might of a world-renowned Grand Master was this terrifying—Xie Guan’s current cultivation level couldn’t even fight back.

This shouldn’t be.

The Kunxu Ding always foresees moments of life and death and offers choices.

How could this happen? No warning at all—it came out of nowhere like this.

Has this lifetime’s heavenly reincarnation ended?

Just one step away from glimpsing the path to transcendence—and now it’s all lost.

Moreover, after personally participating in this lifetime, he truly felt involved.

Xie Guan still has a great vengeance unfulfilled!

The tripod rang again; its ancient patterns shimmered like fish scales, thick purple qi swirling with chaotic energy.

“Dong—”

It sounded as if from the future, yet also as if echoing from ancient times!

In the fifth-floor pavilion of the Cultivation Tower, Academy.

Xie Hong’s emaciated body trembled violently.

Two trails of blood tears trickled from his cloudy eyes, each the size of a soybean.

“Plop.” “Plop.” They struck the rice paper, blooming into startling red plum blossoms.

Hunched over, his once sparse gray temples turned entirely white in an instant, as if frost had instantly crushed dry grass under a heavy snowfall.

Wrinkles carved like knife cuts crisscrossed his face; he looked as if thirty years of life had been snatched away in an instant.

“Puh—”

Another gush of blood spurted out.

Xie Hong raised a trembling hand to wipe it, only to see his once-brush-wielding palm now covered in brown spots, skin as thin as cicada wings, blue-purple veins clearly visible beneath.

He no longer had the strength to hold a brush.

He shook his head and laughed bitterly, “Hahahaha.”

A cough seized him; he covered his mouth.

When he opened his palm again, several teeth had fallen into it.

Xie Hong smiled bitterly, “Is this the cost of scheming against the Immortals?”

“Yet this taste… I’ve never felt it before.”

“Better than… earthly joys.”

He looked out the window; somehow, the heavens had changed.

The clear sky had turned pitch black as spilled ink.

Lightning serpents writhed wildly through the clouds; the heavy black clouds collapsed like nine layers of heaven falling, crushing down upon Bianjing’s upturned eaves.

Black clouds press the city, the city crumbles!

PS: The path to transcendence is about to begin—every faction emerges. Watch how Xie Guan ascends!

(End of Chapter)