Chapter 411: What kind of skill is it to bully one disciple of the Xueshen Cult?
"Hmph!"
Shi Xuan snorted coldly, "My name — you are not worthy to inquire. Subdue!"
With that, the Desolate Heaven Seal in his hand shot up into the sky and fell upon an elder of the Myriad Laws Sect.
"No!"
With a scream, Elder Ming's spirit was instantly annihilated, turning to ashes and smoke.
The disciples of the Myriad Laws Sect fled in all directions at the sight, shouting continuously.
"Elder Ming has fallen."
"Elder Ming has fallen."
"…"
Shi Xuan casually retracted the Desolate Heaven Seal and said to the stunned Liang Yi, "What are you standing there for? Hurry and fetch that old man's storage treasure. I never waste a single grain of rice."
"Yes."
Liang Yi hurried to where Elder Ming had fallen and picked up a storage ring.
Chu Feng watched Shi Xuan's action and gave him a thumbs-up. "Not bad, kid. You've got the taste of it."
Shi Xuan replied with a humble expression, "Master flatters me."
Their casual conversation in the middle of everything made the onlookers even more wary.
Everyone was more curious now about what these two terrifying figures would do next on Northern Terminal Mountain.
Before long, Liang Yi returned to Shi Xuan with the storage ring.
"Senior, this is that old man's storage ring."
"You worked hard cleaning up just now. This old thing's storage ring is yours as a reward."
Shi Xuan did not even glance at the storage ring.
Liang Yi was momentarily stunned, then replied respectfully, "Thank you, senior, for the gift."
"Alright, go on with your chores."
Shi Xuan acted as if nothing had happened.
"Yes."
Liang Yi still could not come to terms with what had occurred; everything that happened today felt like a dream to him.
Night fell quickly.
Northern Terminal Mountain was not large, and the incident that occurred at dusk quickly spread to the surrounding powers.
The atmosphere at the Myriad Laws Sect's encampment was especially heavy. In Zhongbei Mountain it had always been the Myriad Laws Sect bullying others; when had the Myriad Laws Sect been humiliated like this before?
From the elders down to the disciples, every face was filled with resentment.
Inside the strategy tent, the Myriad Laws Sect's high elders gathered in silence, each knowing the purpose of this night's meeting.
One elder broke the silence first. "Sect Leader, those two outsiders have gone too far. We absolutely cannot swallow this grievance. If we don't act, how can we maintain our footing in this mountain?"
His words quickly gained the agreement of many.
"Elder Qi speaks truth. In my view we should act tonight and let those who would contest the Spirit Tomb Sect's opportunities see the power of the Myriad Laws Sect."
"I cannot tolerate this slight."
"…"
An elder of the Spirit Nurturing Realm sat on the main seat, listening to the noisy voices below without showing any expression.
When the uproar subsided, he turned his gaze to an elder beside him who sat motionless like an old monk in meditation.
"Second Grand Elder, what do you think we should do?"
The motionless elder did not open his eyes, but spoke slowly, "Action is worse than inaction. This commotion caused by the Spirit Tomb Sect is too large. Those two are likely outside prodigies. We should watch and wait; when we enter the Spirit Tomb Sect, we can settle both old and new accounts."
The sect leader cupped his hands and said, "What the Second Grand Elder says is right."
Although many of the elders were vexed, the Ancestor of Path Union had spoken, and they had to abandon their plans for an immediate strike.
"We admire the Ancestor's prudence."
"We will follow the Ancestor's words."
"…"
The sect leader looked at the cluster of men whose faces changed faster than the weather, feeling contempt yet recognizing this was the best course for now.
Those two alone had been able to easily suppress a Heavenly Origin cultivator; if master and disciple both struck, the whole Myriad Laws Sect might be dragged into trouble.
"Tonight, be on full alert. In case of emergency, tomorrow we will move against the Spirit Tomb Sect to investigate."
"Yes."
After everyone responded, they dispersed.
This night on Northern Terminal Mountain was destined to be turbulent beneath the surface.
Yet none of this affected Chu Feng, who continued cultivating late into the night.
After finishing a storybook, he casually tossed it aside, then reclined on a rattan chair and murmured, "I wonder how my disciples are doing now?"
…
In a distant mountain range thousands of miles away.
Ye Beixuan and Wang Baole led the disciples of Wendao Academy, following leisurely behind Xue Wentian.
The two saw Xue Wentian enter yet another cave. They did not follow inside but used divine sense to watch him.
Along the way, every two or three days, Xue Wentian would slip into a cave, change disguises, and flee again.
Each time, he also produced a puppet from a drop of blood essence to mislead pursuers.
If not for their vastly higher cultivation, even they might have been deceived by Xue Wentian's trickery.
"Senior brother, what trick do you think Xue Wentian is playing this time?"
Ye Beixuan asked idly out of boredom.
"Whatever games he plays, as long as he doesn't use a teleportation array to return to the Xueshen Cult, we can just watch quietly."
As Wang Baole spoke, he took a bite of Taishui meat. Chasing people was hard work, and one needed a full stomach for strength.
"There's something."
Ye Beixuan's expression suddenly grew serious.
Wang Baole chewed slowly, continuing to watch Xue Wentian with his divine sense.
The man had reached a blood pool.
The pool gurgled, steam rising from its surface, as if something were boiling it.
Closer inspection revealed it was filled with the blood of demons from beyond the domain.
"Could this boy be about to fall into demonic cultivation?"
Ye Beixuan muttered under his breath.
Wang Baole swallowed his food. "Whether he is or not, let's follow him in and see. I'm curious about the Xueshen Cult's methods of cultivation."
"Senior Brother Wang, once you see it, you definitely won't like it."
Ye Beixuan, having lived two lives, naturally knew how perverse the Xueshen Cult's practices were.
Unlike other holy lands, the Xueshen Cult specialized in body cultivation and law cultivation, with little else.
But whether body or law, all relied upon blood.
If they had used human cultivator blood, the other nine holy lands would have long since joined forces to annihilate them.
"Alright, then let's move."
Wang Baole glanced at those behind him, then led the way into the cave.
He had already memorized the entry sequence with his divine sense, allowing him to follow the exact steps of Xue Wentian without triggering mechanisms or alerting him.
The group advanced smoothly and soon arrived inside the cave where Xue Wentian was.
At this moment, Xue Wentian remained unaware of any abnormality.
He had prepared an altar, then took a dragon tooth from his storage ring and placed it into the blood pool, chanting ancient incantations.
As the incantations rose, the blood pool suddenly boiled as if ready to overflow.
Above the pool, a vague shadow began to form.
Ye Beixuan's eyes narrowed. "Resurrection of the dead? Isn't this the Nine Nether Holy Land's favorite trick? Why is this boy using it too?"
Though his voice was not loud, in the quiet cave it was clear enough for Xue Wentian to hear.
"Who?"
Xue Wentian spun toward the voice, his expression changing drastically as he saw the intruders.
"Who are you? Why are you here? Leave at once, or I'll use your blood to worship the Blood Nether God!"
Wang Baole ignored him. Such hollow threats meant nothing.
"Junior Brother Ye, it seems our reputation still isn't loud enough. Unlike our first and second senior brothers—others recognize them with just a glance."
Ye Beixuan nodded. "Indeed. Next time we train, we must do something big to enter the Heaven's Chosen rankings."
With that, he patted Qin Yun on the shoulder. "Xiaoyun, tell him who we are."
"Yes."
Qin Yun stepped forward and said with disdain, "Brat of the Xueshen Cult, listen well. Standing before you are two direct disciples of the world's foremost sage, elders of the Miscellaneous Dao Institute of Wendao Academy—Senior Uncle Wang Baole and my master Ye Beixuan!"
Xue Wentian finally understood. These people had come to cause him trouble. Grinding his teeth, he said, "You are elders of Wendao Academy. What skill is it to bully one disciple of the Xueshen Cult? If you have the ability, fight my cult's Nirvana experts instead!"
"Hahahaha…"
Wang Baole burst into loud laughter, pointing at Xue Wentian as he spoke to his two dao companions. "Wives, look, he's anxious. He's anxious."
Nangong Yu said irritably, "Husband, stop laughing. Don't forget, master said—when dealing with these children of destiny, we must never give them the slightest chance to recover."
At her words, the atmosphere in the cave instantly turned murderous…
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