Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 874 - 599 Chapter_2

Chapter 874: 599 Chapter_2

Three Sect Masters of the Earth Realm, led by Deng Xiangjun, burst forth all at once. Their faces, solemn, were not displayed as mere apparitions; instead, they stood with grave expressions in front of the Seven Sects, gazing into the distance towards the end of the water.

Following closely behind, two figures swiftly approached.

With Qi Yansheng’s support, Ye Jiu struggled to maintain his upright posture. However, both the tattered Sect Master’s robe and the terrifying injuries all over his body betrayed his dire condition.

As the sharpest sword of the Seven Sects, he should not have shown weakness.

After all, this could lead to unnecessary panic.

But at the moment, it seemed as if none of the Sect Masters were concerned about this.

This could only mean one thing: Southern Hong no longer had a use for this sword.

With all enemy threats eradicated ahead, there was no need for a blade to deter them.

Upon seeing this, the Elders and Disciples all started to suspect something, confirming the ridiculous guesses they had initially felt, which led everyone’s hearts to reciprocally surge.

For a while, nothing was heard throughout the ranges of the Seven Sects except for heavy breathing.

Finally, a streak of light appeared at the horizon.

As the only female Sect Master among the Seven Sects, Ji Jingxi, possessing such a cold and ethereal bearing, would usually command the attention of everyone upon her arrival.

But now, all eyes were gathered alongside her instead.

During the previous Seven Sons Grand Assembly, that young Cultivator, clad in a white robe of Nanyang, had gracefully ascended the Heaven Rank steps, and even sitting on the throne with six Unity Realm Stage experts backing him, there were still some who doubted his legitimacy as a Sect Master. Only the death of Liu Xingshan convinced everyone.

Now, Shen Yi, in a blood-stained dark robe and with disheveled hair, appeared somewhat disheveled.

But the moment he cast his eyes downward in confusion, everyone instinctively bowed their heads.

"Whew."

Upon seeing him, Qi Yansheng took a deep breath, finally letting go of the anxiety he had been harboring.

He quickly stepped forward, the first to greet him with a fist salute: "Greetings, Sect Master of Nanyang!"

Including Ye Jiu, the remaining Sect Masters also raised their palms in unison.

Instantly, numerous figures across the mountains and the Azure Sky, their faces flushed with excitement, shouted: "We greet the Sect Master of Nanyang!"

Their voices pierced through the skies.

Ji Jingxi, quietly standing behind Shen Yi, curiously glanced at him.

She noticed that his face remained usual, and only upon a closer look could one see his slightly tense body.

This small detail slightly startled Ji Jingxi.

It was only then that she finally saw a trace of youthfulness in Shen Yi, realizing aside from the cruelty and ferocity, he also had an interesting side.

"Do we need to gather them to discuss what to do next?"

Ji Jingxi slowly moved closer to the front, broaching the subject of business, hoping to divert Shen Yi’s attention.

After all, given his usual habits, he was likely to directly head back to the Nanyang Sect, but now that Shen Yi’s status had changed, even staying a moment longer in Southern Hong would be a massive encouragement for the disciples of the Seven Sects.

She used the term "gather."

But even Ye Jiu, normally the proudest among them, raised no objections, feeling it was only right.

In the path of cultivation, age never dictated seniority.

From all aspects, Shen Yi had already far surpassed these older generation Cultivators.

"No need, I haven’t thought it through yet, let’s see how things go."

Shen Yi shook his head, stepping into the Nanyang Treasure Land under everyone’s watchful eyes.

Leaving Ji Jingxi, standing there stunned.

Not thought it through yet, see how things go?

To others, this might seem like Shen Yi’s excuse, perhaps not trusting them, but somehow Ji Jingxi felt... as if he was telling the truth.

Nearly everyone thought that this was a grand strategy Shen Yi had long devised.

Otherwise, how could it have been so flawlessly perfect, without a single seam showing?

Was it really just an impromptu move of helplessness?

Ji Jingxi didn’t underestimate Shen Yi for this; instead, she found the young man even more terrifying. Besides, pity welled up inside her.

The act of helplessness was proof of the immense pressure Shen Yi was enduring.

That kind of burden, carrying the lives of countless people, akin to walking on a thin rope over an abyss, where not a single misstep was permissible, was not something ordinary people could endure.

With this thought, Ji Jingxi looked ahead.

Even though Shen Yi had returned to the Nanyang Sect, many Cultivators were still excitedly and reverently staring at the Guest Welcoming Platform, reluctant to disperse.

...

Nanyang Treasure Land, mountain peak main hall.

Shen Yi sat in the hall like a beast returning from the hunt, quietly licking his wounds.

Compared to the earlier commotion, he much preferred this hard-earned tranquility.

Only the clearest of thoughts could prevent him from making mistakes.

Now having finally harnessed the spiritual energy of nature of Southern Hong, he still had a long way to go before he could confront an Immortal.

And he had only one chance.

If he failed, the Hongze Immortal would undoubtedly report his bizarre ability to steal immortal power back to the Immortal Court.

Shen Yi currently had no knowledge of this so-called Immortal Court, uncertain how those exalted beings, who look down upon the human world, would perceive what was happening to him.

But he was accustomed to always considering the worst-case scenario.

"I can only win, not lose."

Shen Yi muttered to himself, took action against the South Dragon King, signifying that there was no turning back.

With this thought, not only was there no fear in his eyes, but they became even more profound and calm, with only a hint of turbulence hidden deep within his pupils—a trace of barely discernible murderous intent.