Chapter 299: Warlord of the Venerable Ones (Requesting Monthly Tickets

"Then I'll leave it to you, young friend."

The gourd vine hesitated for two seconds, then stopped refusing, for it knew refusal would be futile.

After a brief exchange, it had already sensed some of Wu Xian’s personality traits.

Domineering, impossible to refuse, bizarre thinking, impulsive, shamelessly bold… cough!

In short, when facing someone like this, if you can’t overpower them with strength, your best bet is to obey obediently—otherwise, you might end up suffering terribly.

As for Wu Xian being a Cave Heaven cultivator…

No! Now he’s already at the Spirit Transformation stage—how could such a weak cultivation level possibly stand against three powerful Elders?

"Hah! Those three fools are really unlucky."

As he thought this, the gourd vine couldn’t help but feel a twinge of schadenfreude, then settled its mind, preparing to fully ignite the illusory divine flame and cross that crucial threshold.

Powerful ripples spread outward, life energy flowing like a river; at this moment, the gourd vine resembled a deity undergoing nirvana and rebirth, as starry rivers poured divine radiance from the sky, all swallowed by the ancient vine.

After an unknown length of time, life energy surged like a spring; the ancient vine sprouted new buds, glowing emerald-green like jade, radiant and immensely powerful.

"Master Spirit!"

Seeing this, the senior leaders of the Baitian Sect who had just arrived were instantly overjoyed, rushing forward to kneel and pay homage.

Some of the elderly even wept—tears of pure joy.

For these veteran members of the Baitian Sect, nothing could compare to the revival of their Master Spirit.

Over the years, the Master Spirit had withered, nearing death, and word had spread beyond the sect, causing Baitian’s prestige to plummet far below its former glory.

In the past, a single command from them would have been obeyed by all; now, many major powers dared to challenge them equally—all because the Master Spirit was dying.

After countless ages, the Baitian Sect had lost its foundational divine technique; if the Master Spirit perished, they would fall from the ranks of the supreme powers and face great calamity.

At this moment, everyone in the Baitian Sect erupted in cheers, for the Master Spirit was truly reviving, shaking off its previous decay, every leaf now lush and vibrant, shimmering with crystalline green aura.

"Stop crying like fools!"

Wu Xian strode past them with an air of utter disregard, kicked one of the elderly men over, and sneered: "What are you all standing there for? Don’t you see your Master Spirit is breaking through? Get busy and guard it!"

"Breaking through?!"

The group froze, then seemed to realize something—their expressions twisted with a mix of joy and dread.

"Elder…?"

At this moment, the head of the Baitian Sect stepped forward two paces, studying Wu Xian’s youthful face, and asked tentatively:

"Could it be that you were the one who, a year ago, told our disciples in the Great Wilderness that we could trade the Baitian Technique for healing the Master Spirit?"

"Oh? Now that you mention it, I do recall something like that."

Wu Xian nodded; he’d mentioned it offhand back then, not giving it much thought, and nearly forgotten it after a year.

"Enough talk for now. Once I deal with those three outsiders, we’ll discuss this properly. Let me warn you—I’m very expensive. Better prepare for the Baitian Sect to go bankrupt."

With that, Wu Xian vanished in a flash of distorted light and shadow.

"Headmaster."

Someone snapped out of their daze and hesitantly said to the Headmaster: "That child’s appearance… it resembles the Demon Child of the Void Spirit Realm…"

"Say no more."

The Headmaster raised his hand to cut him off: "Whoever he is, from today on, to the Baitian Sect, he is our most honored guest and savior."

"And now, everyone, do your duty—guard the Master Spirit! Even if you die, not a single soul shall set foot in this garden!"

"Yes!"—xN

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On the other side, upon witnessing the strange phenomena within the garden, the Baitian Sect disciples realized what had happened.

Their Master Spirit had undergone nirvana and rebirth, regaining its former strength; the news spread instantly through the sect, triggering countless cheers, filling disciples and elders alike with exhilaration.

Outside, the various factions closely monitoring the Baitian Sect were also stunned, filled with awe and reverence.

They had all assumed the sect’s recent lockdown was due to the ancient vine’s imminent death; some hostile factions had even prepared to attack.

No one expected the vine had once again defied death—it was simply unbelievable.

But the overwhelming life energy was undeniable; anyone near the Baitian Sect could feel it—the ancient vine had truly revived.

"Something’s wrong—this energy is still rising!"

Far away in the mountains, a figure bathed in golden light stared intently toward the Baitian Sect, murmuring lowly.

"The vine hasn’t just revived—it’s attempting to ascend further."

"Hah! Suicide!"

In another direction, a colossal monstrous bird opened its blood-red moon-like eyes, unleashing torrents of black mist, and with a chilling laugh, spread its wings and charged toward the Baitian Sect without hesitation.

"Had you merely revived, I might still have feared you—but to seek further advancement now? This is your path to death!"

On the horizon, a beast with tiger-like form and twin wings emerged, shrouded in mist, its emerald eyes blazing like torches.

It radiated overwhelming killing intent, its body colossal—clouds in the sky were smaller than its palm; had it not been veiled in mist, even those clouds couldn’t conceal its massive form.

All three beings possessed Elder-level cultivation, among the strongest in the Great Wilderness; yet, due to the scarcity of resources in the lower realms, achieving the Divine Flame stage required rare materials to ignite the flame.

Undoubtedly, the gourd vine’s divine seed was among the most supreme materials—comparable to legendary Dao Seeds—not only increasing the chance of breakthrough, but also offering the potential to ascend to True Godhood.

For years, many factions had kept watch over the Baitian Sect, waiting for the vine to die so they could seize it.

Originally, seeing the vine revive and regain its former power, the three beasts had prepared to leave in disappointment—yet fate smiled again: the vine was forcing a breakthrough even as enemies converged! Wasn’t this simply handing them the divine seed on a silver platter?

Seeing this, the three beasts no longer held back—they intended to jointly disrupt the vine’s breakthrough, kill it, and then fight among themselves to determine the final owner of the divine seed.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

After a deafening roar, the winged beast was the first to lose patience; wreathed in black mist, it charged straight at the Baitian Sect’s protective formation, to the stunned disbelief of the other two beasts.

It was a Qiongqi—a remnant of ancient times that had shattered its bloodline’s limits to become an Elder, once serving as the guardian spirit of an ancient kingdom, devouring all its people after absorbing their worship energy—truly monstrous and cruel.

Yet precisely because of this, its strength among Elders was unmatched, capable of battling even a deity.

Its violent aura surged across the land, its overwhelming presence shaking the void; in an instant, it reached the outer barrier of the Baitian Sect and swung its paw, aiming to obliterate it.

BOOM——————!!

A muffled collision echoed, sending ripples through the void—but the expected collapse of the formation never came. The Baitian Sect’s protective barrier remained intact, standing firm like a rock amid crashing waves.

Seeing this, the Qiongqi’s pupils contracted sharply—not because it failed to break the barrier, but because it felt something had blocked its paw before it even touched the formation.

"Is that all the strength you’ve got? Didn’t you eat before you came?"

A mocking voice rose from beneath its claw. The Qiongqi was startled and tried to retract its paw—but its claws felt locked in an iron vice, utterly immobile.

Its spiritual sense swept downward and saw a human child, aged six or seven, gripping one of its claws, looking up with a wide grin, then flipping it backward in a perfect shoulder throw.

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