Cultivation: When you take things to the extreme

Chapter 802: Chapter 502: Conclusion_2

“Was it really necessary to oppress us to this level, to impose such restrictions, just because you killed one of our swordsmen? Isn’t Li Xuanyuan himself not a native of the Southern Sea? By oppressing us, are you not preventing the rise of a second Li Xuanyuan?”

“Unfilial!”

In their hearts, the cultivators silently cursed, yet none dared to show the slightest expression on their faces.

After all, with Chi Yan above and the heavy pressure of Mahayana, it was unbearable for ordinary people, let alone the fact that there was a Ninth Heaven Sword Pavilion behind it. This sacred place of the Immortal Sects, having lost a Sword Child and a Saintess without catching the murderer, was unimaginably furious. Who would dare to provoke it?

The crowd remained silent, letting Chi Yan speak and redefine the rules of the Southern Sea, dividing the interests within the Cultivation Realm.

Finally…

“If there are no objections, then it is so decided!”

“Today we, the cultivators of the Southern Sea, jointly hold this great assembly and establish the iron laws of the Ten Alliances; any violators will face collective punishment from the Hundred Sects and Ten Factions!”

Chi Yan smiled and raised his glass: “My fellow daoists, let us raise our glasses and toast to this alliance!”

“To the alliance!”

“To the alliance!”

“…”

Though they were reluctant, it was futile at this point, and the crowd could only grimace as they drank their wine.

Seeing this, Chi Yan was even more delighted.

He was well aware of their dissatisfaction, extreme dissatisfaction.

But what of that?

Under Mahayana, all are mere ants!

Anyone who disobeys the edicts or acts hypocritically will be crushed with a single finger.

As long as the Ninth Heaven Sword Pavilion does not intervene, as long as he, this Mahayana Ancestor, does not die, then the desires of these people are utterly irrelevant.

So…

Chi Yan smiled opportunistically: “Moreover, in accordance with the agreement of the Ninth Heaven Sword Pavilion, we of Red Flame Island must search the Southern Sea to find the trace of the murderous swordsman, and I ask all of you to cooperate, do not make it difficult for this old man.”

“This…”

The crowd looked at each other, at a loss for words.

Just then…

“White Jade Capital in the sky, Twelve Towers and Five Cities.”

“An Immortal touched my crown, granting me eternal life.”

These ethereal verses, coming from nowhere, resounded among the banquet, echoing in everyone’s ears.

“Hmm!?”

Chi Yan’s gaze sharpened, and he suddenly looked up.

Then he saw a beam of Sword Light, descending from the nine heavens, blasting into Cloud Dragon Island.

“Who dares to violate my Red Flame Island!”

Chi Yan’s pupils contracted, and his Immortal Spiritual Power surged forth, along with the Spirit Island Great Formation, to intercept the incoming Sword Light.

“Boom!!!”

A loud noise burst forth, Cloud Dragon trembled, Spirit Island shook, and amidst the scattered Spirit Light, the Elder Chi Yan flew backward, shock and anger filling his eyes, he was in utter disbelief, his fist clenched with blood still dripping from it.

Blood flowed, his arm trembled, and a heart-piercing pain surged, yet he ignored it, his eyes fixated on the figure ahead.

Before him, standing with hands behind his back in the void, was a man in white, transcendent as an Immortal descended to earth.

“You…!”

“Li Xuanyuan!?”

The eyes of the crowd contracted, and some exclaimed in shock, identifying the newcomer.

Xu Yang remained silent, his indifferent gaze fixed on one man.

“!!!!!”

This gaze alone made Chi Yan’s hairs stand on end and alarms blare in his mind, filled with the terror of impending death.

Was such a mere gaze this terrifying?

With gritted teeth and without a second thought, Chi Yan spurred his Immortal Power and, linked with the Cloud Dragon Great Formation, fiercely suppressed his adversary.

What is meant by unforeseen storms?

This is called unforeseen storms!

Those earlier words were merely spoken in passing, the search was fake, establishing authority was real — he never intended to actually find anyone, merely acted as instructed by the Ninth Heaven Sword Pavilion.

Who would have thought, before even searching, the person would jump out on their own!

If it were the Ninth Heaven Sword Pavilion, they would surely be overjoyed.

But he wasn’t from the Ninth Heaven Sword Pavilion, so at this moment, there was no joy, only horror.

Previously, in the Canglang Ruins, this Li Xuanyuan had, with his Returning Void Body, forcefully killed a Nine Heavens Sword Disciple, who possessed the Qiankun Heart-Protecting Armor, and even in front of the Guardian Elder of the Ninth Heaven Sword Pavilion, a Mahayana True Immortal, he had decapitated Yue Qing’er and withdrawn gracefully.

With such capability, let alone Return to Void, even if it were Integration or Mahayana, Chi Yan had not the slightest doubt.

Knowing one’s own limitations, as a fringe Mahayana himself, Chi Yan had no designs and dared not entertain any concerning such a figure.

But now, the initiative was not in his hands. The opponent had already come knocking, and no matter his wishes, he couldn’t escape.

Thus, Chi Yan made a decisive move, exhausting his Immortal Spiritual Power to activate the Spirit Island Great Formation, intending to strike first.

A fringe Mahayana was still a Mahayana with power akin to that of a True Immortal, combined with the power of the Spirit Island Formation, perhaps he couldn’t battle a Righteous Path Mahayana from the Holy Land Immortal Sects, but suppressing an Integration should be no issue.

After only a hundred years had passed, Li Xuanyuan couldn’t possibly have reached the Mahayana Realm, could he?

With this thought, Chi Yan took a gamble, fully unleashing his immortal power; immediately the sky turned blood-red, the clouds burned with a crimson fire, the very sight of the “Red Flame Sky-Burning Formation” being activated.

However…

“Boom!!!”

The newcomer raised a hand, and with a point of his sword, space shattered instantly, a sole sword light shining brilliantly, in an instant piercing through the resistance of the formation and striking his opponent’s body.

“Thud!!!”

A muffled sound, blood splattered violently; Chi Yan’s eyes widened, attempting to move his body, but felt no response, only a dizzying tumble as if falling into an abyss, and then he saw a body, headless and stiff, standing on the ground.

That was…

“Ancestor!!!”

A shout interrupted his thoughts, Chi Yan’s eyes sharpened, the brilliance faded, leaving only reluctance lingering on his face.

The corpse split in two, blood scattered everywhere!

The crowd stood frozen, staring at the body, unsure of what to do.

In the end, it was the cultivators of Red Flame Island who first snapped back to reality, screaming as they scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing towards the outskirts of the island.

Escape, escape, escape!

But before they could leave the island, they saw around the island, streaks of Spirit Light, and in the heavens above, the White Jade Immortal City stood imposingly, countless cultivators emerging from it, casting spells and pressing down upon the disciples of Red Flame Island like vast mountains, causing them to plummet into the sea like dumplings.

“Gahaha, boys, follow me!”

A burly man, wielding a large club, gave a strange laugh as he led his followers into the sea, grabbing anyone they encountered, and those who resisted received a blow from his club.

In no more than a moment’s effort, the cultivators of Red Flame were all captured.

A group of Academy Monks surrounded Spirit Island, looking menacingly at the people on the island.

“…”

“…”

“…”

Only then did the cultivators regain their senses, panic and fear chaotically passing by, soon turning their gazes towards the key figure.

They saw the swordsman standing with his hands behind his back, resolutely stating, “From today onward, in the Southern Sea Cultivation Realm, I alone am supreme!”

A single statement determined the outcome.

And so it went…

Days later, a sword light pierced sharply into the Southern Sea.

“Li Xuanyuan!”

“How dare he show himself!”

Within the sword light was a giant ship, on which stood a man with his hands behind his back, his expression cold, his killing intent palpable.

It was none other than Xiao Teng, the former Saint Lord of the Ninth Heaven Sword Pavilion!

Seeing Xiao Teng’s murderous intent, a black-clothed elder by his side, his brows deeply furrowed, cautioned in a grave voice, “This man is not to be underestimated. A hundred years ago, barely at the Returning Void Cultivation, he forcefully killed Qing Er in front of Brother Zhou, and then withdrew untraceably like a clay ox entering the ocean, leaving no trace. Even the Haoyu Heavenly Sect couldn’t calculate his whereabouts. Now, after a hundred years, he suddenly appears, and with one sword blow, he has slain Chi Yan, a fringe Mahayana working from within a formation, entrenched with all the advantages of a home base. His strength has reached such a level, it is certainly not inferior to ours, and might even surpass ours.”

“Moreover, his sudden reappearance, slaying Chi Yan and seizing the Southern Sea, clearly indicates he has reliant strengths and does not fear our visitation. Younger brother, you must not act rashly, do you understand?”

The elder spoke solemnly, his words both a reminder and a warning.

“Don’t worry, big brother, I understand!”

Xiao Teng’s gaze was cold, and he reined in his murderous intent, “To avenge my wife and son, to settle this bloody vendetta, is my duty, but I will not let anger cloud my judgment. This man has targeted our Ninth Heaven Sword Pavilion so boldly, he surely has something to rely on. Let’s first see what he’s relying on,”