Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Chapter 318: Chapter 316: The Decline of Qingqiu (Part 3000, try not to have missing sections)_1

The Dharma Aspect of Yasha was thirty feet tall; even sitting cross-legged, it resembled a towering building.

It closed its eyes to rejuvenate its spirit.

Still, it was the most dazzling presence in the area.

However, on the opposite mountain peak, two old foxes with human bodies and beastly faces, were playing a game of strategy, completely ignoring the golden body as if it were beneath their consideration.

It would have been a different story had the Transcendent Spirit Golden Body cultivator personally arrived.

But only remains were left, a monkey in a crown.

Who cared?

It had only been a mission to search for the whereabouts of an elder of the clan, but unexpectedly, the true situation of Great Qian today had been learned from the Mysterious Light Cave.

A lean camel still dares to throw its weight around.

The Qingqiu of today, relying on its neutral status and years of recuperation, is already no longer the pushover it once was.

If face were given but not taken, then it’s time to descend from that high altar.

That position, Qingqiu could also occupy.

The main reason for the continued standoff was due to the man in the middle.

Tang Yuan’s fame was substantial; both Qingqiu and Great Qian acknowledged his status, but his face was not enough to control the overall situation.

The underlying reason was that he represented Qingfeng Zhenren who had arrived earlier.

Words from Tang Yuan were as authoritative as the decrees of Qingfeng Zhenren.

“Stay calm and don’t be impatient; when my master arrives personally, a reasonable explanation will naturally be given to both parties,” he said.

Tang Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, suspended in the air.

The blinding flames whirled around him, lying dormant yet quiet, and no one dared to underestimate his strength.

A once-in-a-generation prodigy, an image of power.

As his voice faded, he quietly glanced toward the Great Qian side and sighed inwardly.

Although they had something close to a Transcendent Spirit’s golden remains for support.

Barely equal in momentum to the other side.

In reality, to those with true insight, this resembled that of a fallen family, where the mediocre younger generation is forced to rely on their ancestors’ urn to maintain appearances, pathetic and helpless.

In fact, according to Tang Yuan’s thoughts, if Great Qian could let go of its pride and condescend a little, it might not be a bad thing.

They no longer had the strength to uphold their reputation.

They seemed out of place in the three-party alliance.

If they could allow the Qingqiu clan to settle in Jiuzhou, there might still be a chance to rise again… though it might no longer be called Great Qian by then, at least life would be somewhat easier.

Qingqiu might be called demons, but in reality, they cultivated the methods of the human race and studied human artifact refining, overall indistinguishable from cultivators.

Moreover, with Wutong Mountain setting the rules, those foxes would dare not act too outrageously.

This, too, was his master’s intent.

After all, Great Qian was now nearly ineffective in their struggle against Thousand Demon Cave.

But for the sake of old times.

Great Qian would still need to nod in agreement, after all, the relationship of allies still existed.

But it seemed they were not willing, as if waiting for something… could it be they were expecting reinforcements?

“Grandmaster Zhu,” said Wu Dao’an, holding a Golden Bead as he approached the Dharma Aspect of Yasha.

Only someone of his realm could support a Golden Body’s remains for long: “It seems Wutong Mountain’s actions are somewhat ambiguous… should we discuss with Tang Yuan again?”

“Continue to wait,” replied Zhu Jue without opening his eyes, as he needed to conserve every ounce of his foundation for the upcoming confrontation.

As for communicating with Tang Yuan, not to mention his lack of familiarity with Great Qian,@@novelbin@@

Truth be told, he wasn’t even a true disciple of Wutong Mountain, how could he make any decisions?

The only option was to keep waiting.

Waiting for Qingfeng Zhenren, and for… Junior Brother Shen.

Great Qian was decaying, but not without succession. Instead, it was on the verge of a burgeoning resurgence. They needed to show Qingfeng Zhenren the potential of Great Qian, to gain more time for them based on the alliance relationship.

“Will he come back?” asked Wu Dao’an, looking toward the horizon.

“That depends on whether he knows about this matter,” said Zhu Jue, the corners of his lips forming a smile.

On the mountainside, six Upper Realm Primordial Grandmasters stood with their hands hanging at their sides, having finally returned to Great Qian.

In the news reported back by these grandmasters, Zhu Jue heard of Junior Brother Shen’s presence.

He… still cared deeply for Great Qian.

“These thieving foxes, unbeknownst to us, have become such a great problem,” muttered Wu Dao’an, redirecting his gaze toward the opposite side.

He remembered the Qingqiu of the past with just one Divinity Transformation Grandmaster; it was merely at the initial stage.

Over the years, that grandmaster had unexpectedly broken through to the Transcendent Spirit Middle Stage, even cultivating two more Divinity Transformation cultivators, becoming known as the three patriarchs of Qingqiu.

Now voluntarily seeking to join, their sincerity was profound.

It’s clear Wutong Mountain was somewhat tempted.

But who would care about the past sacrifices of Great Qian?

“Has the grand ancestor awakened?”

“No problem in taking action.”

The two ceased their conversation because the two foxes stood up, as if they had settled the outcome of their game.

“Master Tang need not worry, we simply wish to speak our minds,” said the slightly taller Qingqiu grandmaster, waving his hand and smiling at the Yasha Dharma Aspect, “Qingqiu and Great Qian are both top forces; friction is inevitable, yet we are not the kind to quibble over every detail.”

“When we previously sought those thieves, it was merely impulsive anger.”

“If we can shake hands and make peace, the previous issues can be wiped away as if they never happened.”

Zhu Jue opened his eyes, his voice as loud as a bell, “What do you mean by making peace?”

Upon hearing this, the other Qingqiu patriarch laughed, “The Martial Temple will remain the Martial Temple, and Jiuzhou will remain Jiuzhou. Only, within that temple, we wish to erect the Dharma Aspects of the Qingqiu patriarchs. You’ll govern Jiuzhou, Qingqiu will manage the court; each with their own duties, both serving Wutong Mountain.”

Hearing this, even Tang Yuan involuntarily shook his head.

True to their nature, the fox demons deftly suggested the very thoughts of Wutong Mountain.

And look at how they phrased it.

The Martial Temple, those stubborn mules, they can’t outplay them.

“So you are saturated with the Way of the Primordial Chaos and now wish to taste the flavor of the Yin God,”

Zhu Jue sighed with emotion; these foxes live the most leisurely lives and rise the fastest.

What demons have, they have; what cultivators know, they know.

Wait a few more years, and Qingqiu might replace another power.

However, Zhu Jue made no attempt to sow discord between Qingqiu and Wutong Mountain; he settled back into quiet, leaving behind a calm statement, “Please, sit down.”

Nevertheless, until Junior Brother Shen returned, he remained the last bastion of dignity for Great Qian.

“…”

Tang Yuan looked on with admiration, regretting that he couldn’t help them.

What he was really curious about now was who exactly Great Qian was waiting for?

As if in response to Tang Yuan’s thoughts.

The sky suddenly swept through with purple-gold flames, a fiery rain descending, illuminating the night as if it were day.

A scarlet Demon Cloud spread across the heavens.

In a green robe, a tall figure stood with hands clasped behind his back, overlooking the mountains.

His gaze, alongside the sky full of flames, landed on the group of Fox Demons.

This familiar scene made Tang Yuan’s heart skip a beat: “Huh?”

Before he could speak, the entirety of Li State Instrument Sect was already abuzz.

“It’s the Purple Flame True Person!”

“Who?”

“The one who eradicated the Zheng Family and beheaded Demon Emperor Qinglin! He’s actually appeared again!”

Several Grandmasters of Great Qian were ecstatic.

Chen Zhong was particularly amazed; he had never anticipated that Senior Shen would get involved in the affairs of Great Qian.

Zhu Jue, together with Wu Dao’an, looked up into the sky.

That was undoubtedly the figure they had been awaiting, but the rumors running amongst them didn’t match up.

How come the disciples of the Martial Temple, of all people, seemed the most unfamiliar with him?

Also, how did Junior Brother Shen appear there directly, and where was his Golden Body?

“Audacious!”

The Qingqiu Grandmaster, embarrassed as he patted off the fiery rain from his body, saw the panic-stricken look on his clanspeople and grew even angrier, roaring, “Who comes there, acting so rudely!”

In the world, the scarlet Demon Cloud drew everyone’s gaze.

The young man indifferently watched the Fox Demons, his calm voice echoing through the heavens.

“Great Qian, Shen Yi.”

As his words fell, Zhu Jue and Wu Dao’an finally settled their hearts, it seemed they hadn’t mistaken the person; it was simply that the individual had gained new methods on their journey out.

For a moment, the entire mountain range fell into silence.

Chen Zhong and the Grandmasters of Great Qian took a while to comprehend why he was so gracious to them.

It turned out he was a true person of their Great Qian.

“Great Qian…”

The Qingqiu Grandmaster’s heart fluttered for an instant; it could only feel the aura of the Primordial Realm on the young man, but his grand entrance didn’t seem like that of an ordinary Grandmaster.

With this in mind, it hurriedly looked at Tang Yuan: “True Person Tang, look at this man from Great Qian, so inconsiderate, absolutely without manners!”

To its surprise,

Tang Yuan, as if he heard nothing, simply saluted toward the sky: “Brother Shen Dao! Long time no see.”

What does this mean?

Are they acquaintances, pulling favors for one another?

The Qingqiu Grandmaster’s face showed bewilderment; not just it, but even the people of Great Qian started to feel disoriented.

Zhu Jue finally loosened up his momentum, curiously saying, “Junior Brother Shen’s connections seem to be quite extensive.”

“You’re focusing on that?” Wu Dao’an opened his mouth, puzzled, “Haven’t you noticed he doesn’t resemble a Yin God Cultivator at all?”

“Looks like it,” Zhu Jue said nonchalantly, raising his head.

Junior Brother Shen had returned, so there were conditions to discuss now.

“Why do I feel like something’s not quite right?”

Tang Yuan withdrew his hands, suddenly getting a gut feeling.

This appearance of Brother Shen Dao, why does it seem increasingly familiar… This can’t be, right?!

The next moment, the entirety of the purple-gold flames suddenly rose violently, transforming into nine rounds of Solar Fire, thunderously smashing down on that mountain peak!

All present were shocked by this scene.

No faction, regardless of which side, expected such a sudden move from Shen Yi.

This even included the three individuals from the Xu Family who were standing atop an airborne ship.

Xu Hongde looked astonishedly at his sister; even the Sixth Ancestor of the Xu Family widened his eyes.

They had intended to use this event to gauge the truth behind Shen Yi’s earlier promises, so why the sudden fight?

“You’ll get used to it… just get used to it,” Xu Wanyun held her forehead, then swiftly drew her long sword and dashed towards the ground below.

If you can fight, then there’s no need for words.

Under the erosion of the nine rounds of Solar Fire, even the mountain peak melted away, let alone the many Fox Demons on it; the situation was as dreadful as could be.

They ran helter-skelter everywhere.

The two Qingqiu Elders’ pupils shrank, and in a furious blaze, they took out an Array Plate.

They blocked the Solar Fire with a sky full of flowing light.

“Oh,” Xu Hongde perked up, “They do have some skill…”

The Sixth Ancestor of the Xu Family nodded in empathy, too bad before he could continue,

A figure swiftly crossed the sky.

Delivering a lash with a whip-kick.

Crack—

The dome of green light, fragile like brittle glass, easily shattered.

It plummeted down like a shooting star.

Shen Yi hovered in the sky, his robe billowing.

Beneath him, the two Qingqiu Elders held the Array Plate but were already mired in confusion.

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