Peerless Little Immortal Doctor
Chapter 971: 975: The Grand Ceremony Concludes

Chapter 971: Chapter 975: The Grand Ceremony Concludes

The sky shifted, winds coalesced into mist, like the apocalyptic end of days.

Faced with such terrifying forces of heaven and earth.

In a certain instant, Zhu Long surged with every ounce of his power, hoping to envelop his body and fend off the unimaginable strike.

Unfortunately, in merely a moment, his defense was shattered completely.

Then came the rampaging force, crushing his form.

The wind howled eerily, drowning out all other sounds beyond its own roar.

After the Gang Wind passed, a pale figure plummeted to the mountainside.

Everything returned to tranquility.

“Ah!”

“What terrifying force of nature!”

“What a horrifying technique!”

“From such distance! With such power! Frightening!”

…

The martial artists who witnessed this battle might not find peace in their sleep for days to come.

Soon enough, the names of Heavenly Mansion Chief, Osmanthus Sect, and Xia Liu will reverberate across the Warrior Realm.

At such a young age, Xia Liu displayed power so formidable that even warriors of Innate Late Stage were effortlessly defeated.

The single strike of “Heaven and Earth Moving Wind” directly caused the fall of an Innate Mid-Stage martial artist.

Such achievements are enough to make waves in the Warrior Realm!

Clap… clap…

Uncertain of when it began, the martial artists, awakening from their stupor, began clapping their hands.

At this moment, only applause could convey the joy and excitement surging through their hearts.

From some unknown point in time, everyone present joined in, nearly a thousand faces beaming, though unable to fully conceal the astonishment deep within their eyes.

“All meridians severed, flesh torn apart, soul ascended to heaven.”

As the crowd clapped, Lin Xiaotian threw Zhu Long’s corpse to the ground.

Only one word could describe Zhu Long’s fate—gruesome.

Some female dancers who had come along closed their eyes tightly, trying their best not to witness the horrifying scene.

Feng Zhi and Zhou Zhengqing buried their heads firmly into the ground.

If they had left promptly, if they had sought treatment in time, perhaps they might have preserved some cultivation.

Had Xia Liu truly harbored a desire to kill, they feared they would never be able to leave this place alive.

“Ah, such sin, such sin…”

Xia Liu sighed helplessly.

He had no intention of attracting trouble.

Yet trouble always hovered around him.

He had no intention of entangling himself in worldly affairs, and yet, encircled by the mortal realm, he could not escape.

“Daoist Fellow Xia, you need not pity such scum; their deaths are hardly regrettable!”

“Indeed, Chief Xia! These people would be better off dead early—a lifetime of peak cultivation focused solely on selfish gain!”

“We support Chief Xia! We support Osmanthus Sect!”

“That’s right! Support Chief Xia! Support Osmanthus Sect!”

…

The resounding voices shook the heavens, almost everyone roaring in unison.

They did not want Xia Liu to bear any burden.

Because he was not wrong!

For the sake of martial artists everywhere, he struck down the few, abolishing the evildoers’ cultivation—a merit no less noble.

Seeing the crowd all cheering for Xia Liu.

As Xia Liu’s worthy assistants, the many women surrounding him could not help but tear up with joy.

As the elders accompanying these sisters, blood surged in every one’s veins.

Today, they finally witnessed—finally saw—Xia Liu’s prowess!

Such power could not belong to mere mortals.

Their daughters, their granddaughters following him was their blessing, the fortune of their family!

…

“Friends, please quiet down.”

Amid the thunderous applause, Xia Liu’s Spirit Sound reverberated, instantly quelling the crowd’s noise.

“Feng Zhi, Zhou Zhengqing, the two of you have already faced punishment—your future prospects in the Mysterious Rank are bleak. I shall grant you an opportunity for redemption; return and cherish the final days of your lives.”

“Hmm?”

Zhou Zhengqing and Feng Zhi lifted their heads to look at Xia Liu.

Originally believing they were sure to die, their ultimate fate turned out to be merely leaving gravely injured…

“I have already informed the disciples of your three sects stationed at the mountainside. From this moment on, if you commit any acts against the heavens or harm the martial world, I, Heavenly Mansion Chief Xia Liu, vow to enforce the strictest of penalties upon you!”

Not long after Xia Liu’s words fell, disciples from the Three Supreme Sects arrived on the scene.

Seeing the devastating losses among their elders, they maintained silence.

In unison, they knelt before Xia Liu.

“Rise, all of you. Take your fallen and wounded and return. Going forward, I hope to hear no news of the Eastern Province’s three sects committing actions detrimental to the Warrior Realm or the Secular World.”

“Thank you, senior!”

“Thank you, senior!”

The three sects’ low-rank martial artists kowtowed one after another.

This time, they were coerced into coming by the sect’s higher-ups and had prepared themselves for certain death.

After all, uniting the Warrior Realm was far from simple, and with their low cultivation, they were mere cannon fodder.

Now that they had been granted the chance to survive, they were naturally grateful.

As the scene was cleared, the crowd came to their senses and clapped, urging Xia Liu to take the stage and speak.

Out of respect for their mood, Xia Liu ascended the stage slowly.

“First of all, I want to thank Senior Chen Tian’en. Although I had originally invited him to preside over Osmanthus Sect’s founding ceremony, I did not expect such an incident. Here, I offer my apologies…”

As he spoke, Xia Liu cupped his hands toward Chen Tian’en.

“Chief Xia! You are too kind!”

Faced with Xia Liu’s words, Chen Tian’en’s legs nearly gave way.

Meanwhile, the numerous martial artists present burst into smiles.

Heavenly Mansion Chief Xia Liu was not only young and frighteningly powerful but also well-mannered—a stark contrast to many other prodigies who were arrogant and domineering, treating anyone with a weaker cultivation as mere filth to be trampled upon.

Xia Liu was exceptionally different, and perhaps this was the reason he had achieved his current realm.

“Secondly, I wish to thank the seniors who stood before me and Osmanthus Sect. With gratitude!”

Xia Liu cupped his fists toward Guo Po and others. Without them, he estimated that dealing with Feng Zhi might not have been so effortless.

“Daoist Fellow Xia is too polite!”

The three Innate martial artists of the Guo Family offered faint smiles. Xia Liu did not owe them gratitude; rather, they owed gratitude to Xia Liu.

Because of him, they witnessed the defeat and destruction wrought by the ancestral Extreme Move!

This was more meaningful and important than anything else.

“Chief Xia, tell us about your exploits!”

“Yes, Chief Xia! You must have many stories to share!”

“Chief Xia! Do tell us!”

…

Faced with the enthusiastic requests of the crowd, Xia Liu skillfully avoided answering, ultimately stepping off the stage under the guise of exhaustion.

Everyone understood, of course. After such an intense battle, with three Path-Entering martial artists dead or gravely injured and two Innate martial artists dead or crippled, the magnitude of this achievement was chilling even by the standards of the Warrior Era.

Afterward, as Tie Shan finished reading Osmanthus Sect’s ceremonial speech, Ye Ming’s arranged catering team promptly arrived.

At the banquet table, every martial artist present was genuinely overjoyed.

From the depths of their hearts, they congratulated Osmanthus Sect on its establishment.

After today’s events, they found renewed motivation for the future.

The path of the Martial Dao had always been there—it was merely their diligence and effort that had fallen short.

Look at Xia Liu, so young, yet capable of slaying an Innate Late Stage warrior!

Now look at themselves—comparison truly brought endless frustration…

On this day, among those present, not a single person was without excitement, not a single soul was without joy. If there was someone, it could only be that figure lurking in the corner…