The Rise of the Sect: I am the most persistent person in the world of immortal cultivation

"Hahaha! Fellow Daoist, you know what's good for you!"

Upon hearing Ye Yang's words, the leading Blood-Faced Demon burst into wild laughter, his scars contorting with excitement.

"However, the four of us brothers have no interest in heads; we just want the storage pouch on your waist!"

The tall, thin devil next to him also joined in the mockery.

"Just now at the Treasure Pavilion, you exchanged a Dao artifact for a Boundary-Stabilizing Stone and a high-grade pill for a Demon-Devouring Vine. With such generosity, you must have quite a few treasures on you."

"If you know what's good for you, hand over your storage ring, and we might spare your life; if you resist..."

He paused deliberately, the stench of blood emanating from him growing stronger.

"The two Nascent Soul cultivators who fell into our hands last year suffered a fate worse than death."

The tall, thin cultivator beside him also sneered, condensing a wisp of black demonic energy at his fingertips.

"Fellow Daoist, you are all alone and on the outskirts of the immortal island. No one will come to save you even if you shout until you are hoarse."

“We, the ‘Four Blood-Faced Demons,’ have never failed. You’d better not ask for trouble.”

"If you know what's good for you, hand over the treasure now, or we'll have to do it! Do you know that we four brothers have been a powerful force in the East China Sea for many years?"

“Even the Dharma Aspect Realm cultivators, how many of them have died at our hands? Last year, the rogue cultivator from Penglai, Thousand Hands Daoist, thought he had a protective magic treasure, but in the end, we stripped him naked and even refined his primordial spirit into a soul pill!”

The short, stout demon on the far left shook the chains in his hands.

"To tell you the truth, we have already set up the 'Demon-Locking Array'. This array can imprison the power of the primordial spirit. Even if you are a cultivator in the late stage of the primordial spirit realm, you will not be able to escape today!"

"Hand over the storage bag obediently, and I might spare your life, otherwise..."

He paused deliberately, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

"I'll let you taste what it's like to have your soul shattered!"

The four of them spoke one after another, their tone full of arrogance and certainty.

At this moment, in their eyes...

The person before me is already in my grasp.

They have made a living by plundering for many years and are very experienced.

The four of them worked as one, relying on the Demon-Locking Array and their combined methods, and never failed.

Seeing Ye Yang appear calm, they assumed he was terrified and became even more smug.

Ye Yang listened to the four men's shouts, but showed no fear on his face.

"Do you know why Song Fengzi and the others didn't stop you from following them when they saw you in the Treasure Pavilion?"

The three blood-faced demons were all taken aback upon hearing this, and the burly cultivator at the head of the group frowned.

"Stop making a fuss! They're just afraid of our reputation and don't dare to meddle!"

"Do not."

Ye Yang shook his head slightly, his tone carrying a hint of coldness that was barely perceptible.

"They just felt that it wasn't worth delaying my trip for a few ants who were courting death."

"You, you're so arrogant!"

Upon hearing Chen Hao's words, the men's eyes widened in anger.

"How dare you! I haven't been robbed in years, nor have I heard anything like this before."

After speaking, Chen Hao slowly raised his right hand.

The next moment, a light flick of the fingertip.

In an instant!
The surrounding world was still, and the void became white.

The wisp of pale blue sword energy was only about a foot long.

But the moment it appeared, the surrounding air suddenly became stagnant.

Even the howling sea breeze stopped instantly.

Even the distant sea fog seemed to be drawn by an invisible force.

They converged towards the vast sword energy.

The surrounding space began to crack.

A bluish-green ripple appeared in the space.

The spiritual energy that had been confined by the spirit-locking array instantly began to boil.

Like a lake surface tossed with a pebble, it spread outwards.

The four blood-faced demons' expressions changed drastically.

At this moment, they realized that the spirit-locking array they had set up was as fragile as paper in the face of this power, offering no resistance whatsoever.

Who...who are you?

The burly cultivator's hand holding the ghost-headed saber began to tremble. He finally realized that the seemingly ordinary cultivator in front of him might not be as simple as they had imagined.

Ye Yang did not answer, but simply raised his hand and gently clenched it in the air.

In an instant, the space trapping the four Blood-Faced Demons suddenly contracted, and an invisible pressure crashed down like a mountain.

"Hmph, I don't know whether to live or die."

Before he finished speaking, the sword energy at Ye Yang's fingertips suddenly surged.

The sword light, which was originally about a foot long, suddenly grew larger and then transformed into a blue finger several feet long.

Upon seeing this, the Blood-Faced Demon's expression changed drastically. He hadn't expected Ye Yang to actually dare to make a move, and the power of this sword pointing far exceeded his expectations.

He hurriedly raised the Zhenmai Treasure Blade in his hand, trying to defend himself, but the cyan light finger instantly pierced through the blade and attacked his chest without any hindrance.

"impossible!"

The Blood-Faced Demon's eyes were filled with terror; he could clearly feel the terrifying power contained within the sword finger.

It was a kind of oppressive force that could tear through space and crush everything.

He tried to retreat, but found that his body was already imprisoned by the power of space, and he couldn't even move.

"Pfft!"

The cyan sword finger pierced through the Blood-Faced Demon's chest in an instant, drawing out a mouthful of blood.

The Blood-Faced Demon's body slumped to the ground, his eyes still filled with disbelief.

Just as the primordial spirit tried to leave the body and escape, it was completely crushed by the aftershocks of the sword pointing at it, leaving not even a trace.

The other three demons were terrified when they saw this, and their previous arrogance vanished completely.

The tall, thin demon screamed and turned to run away.

But Ye Yang casually pointed, and another cyan light shot out, instantly piercing through his head.

The short, fat demon and another demon wanted to activate the demon-locking array.

However, they discovered that the formation had already been torn apart by the spatial power pointed at by the sword, and was therefore unable to function.

"Spare me! Senior, spare me!"

The short, fat demon fell to his knees with a thud and kowtowed repeatedly.

"We were blind to your greatness, please forgive us, senior! We will never dare to do it again!"

Ye Yang remained unmoved, and sword energy condensed at his fingertips once more.

"If you dare to plunder, you must be prepared to die."

Two more beams of cyan light shot out, and the remaining two demons didn't even have time to scream before their bodies were separated from their heads.

In the blink of an eye.

The four demons who had been wreaking havoc in the East China Sea for many years were all killed, leaving only a few cold corpses and wisps of dissipating demonic energy on the sea surface.

Ye Yang withdrew his sword finger, and the spatial power around him slowly dissipated. The sea breeze howled again, as if the fierce battle had never happened. The four people didn't even have time to scream before their bodies were crushed into ashes by the spatial power.

Only four storage rings, tainted with demonic energy, remained, lying on the sea surface, gently swaying with the waves.

Ye Yang bent down to pick up the storage ring and casually glanced at the contents inside.

Although it could be considered precious to many cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage, he didn't even consider it a priority.

He bent down, picked up the four people's storage bags, and casually tossed them into his own storage ring.

Followed by.

Ye Yang flicked his fingertips, his gaze falling on the four array flags shimmering with black mist on the sea surface.

Just now, when the four blood-faced demons activated the Demon-Locking Array, these four array flags were nailed to the four directions of east, south, west and north respectively.

Black demonic energy seeped out from the patterns on the flag, barely managing to weave a barrier that imprisoned the space.

At this moment, the battle flags lost the support of their owner's spiritual power.

The black aura had already dimmed, yet it still stubbornly emitted faint spatial fluctuations.

Ye Yang raised his hand and beckoned, and the four array flags, each about a foot long, turned into four black shadows and fell into his palm as if drawn by a force.

The banner felt slightly cool to the touch; its surface was made of tanned hide from an unknown monster.

The array patterns drawn on it with cinnabar mixed with demonic energy were rough, but they subtly matched the method of spatial confinement, and there were still bloodstains left at the corners.

It was clear that many cultivators had lost their lives.

"Although these four are not very strong, they do have some skill in making these battle flags."

Ye Yang stroked the flag, his fingertips probing with his spiritual power, and instantly figured out the structure of the array flag.

These four array flags require four people to hold them, and only by using their own cultivation as a guide can the Demon-Locking Array be activated.

Not only can it imprison the power of the primordial spirit, but it can also distort the surrounding space. Once an ordinary cultivator is trapped, it is indeed difficult for them to escape.

If the Four Blood-Faced Demons had improved their cultivation a bit more, or if they had become more proficient in controlling formations, today's duel would probably have been much more difficult.

He brought the flag close to his eyes for a closer look and discovered that a black crystal the size of a grain of rice was embedded in the core of the flag, which was the key to maintaining the spatial confinement.

"It's actually a scrap from the Void Demon Ancestor. No wonder it can seal off space."

A hint of surprise flashed in Ye Yang's eyes.

The Void Demon Ancestor is a being who stands at the pinnacle of power among the demon race.

He is not a single name, but the name of a race. It is said that the demons of this race can achieve this by cultivating to the Yuan Shen Dao realm.

This allows one to create a spatial rift within the body, enabling free transitions between the real and the virtual.

Once one breaks through to the Refining Void Dao Realm...

The Void Demon Ancestor could sometimes transform into a black mist that spread for hundreds of miles, and sometimes condense into a humanoid figure wearing a black robe with star patterns.

Previously, when the demons attacked the cultivation world.

Some believed that the Void Demon Ancestor had single-handedly breached the outer defenses of Penglai Immortal Mountain in the East Sea, dragging the three immortal islands into the void with a wave of his hand, leaving no survivors among the thousands of cultivators on the islands.

Although these flags contain only scraps, they are still extremely rare.

The fact that the Four Blood-Faced Demons were able to obtain such materials is quite fortunate, but unfortunately, it is a waste of resources as they only used them to refine such crude array flags.

Ye Yang casually put the four array flags into his storage ring.

Ye Yang's gaze swept over the remaining blood aura on the sea surface. A flash of light appeared at his fingertips, and a wisp of cyan sword energy flew out, instantly scattering the blood aura.

After doing all this, he leaped up and sped off toward the Flying Heaven Gate.

And just after Ye Yang left.

On a reef in the distance.

Two rogue cultivators who came to Penglai in search of treasure happened to witness this scene.

One of them was deathly pale and his voice trembled.

"That was...that was the 'Heavenly Edge Sword Finger'! It was Daozu Ye's Heavenly Edge Sword Finger!"

The other person's eyes widened in shock.

"No wonder, no wonder those four demons were so easily defeated, it turns out it was Daozu Ye!"

"That Ye Daozu who slew the Void Refining Demon Ancestor with a single sword strike in the Demon Realm!"

"Those four demons are truly blind to dare to rob Dao Ancestor Ye. Aren't they courting death?"

"It's good that these four demons are dead. We can travel around Penglai Immortal Mountain with more peace of mind from now on."

Ye Yang was unaware of the whispers and comments behind him.

He transformed into a streak of sword light and headed towards the Flying Heaven Gate.

Before long, the outline of the Flying Gate came into view.

Looking down from the sky, one can see the Feitianmen Mountain Gate shrouded in mist, with the towering archway faintly visible in the distance.

The three large characters "Feitianmen" on the archway are vigorous and powerful, gleaming golden in the sunlight.

Dozens of miles from the mountain gate, vast fields of spiritual energy came into view.

In the fields, many cultivators were busy harvesting spirit rice. The golden rice ears were heavy and exuded a rich spiritual energy.

On the ridge of the field, several cultivators dressed in uniform were directing the harvest, and each of them had a Flying Heaven Sect token hanging from their waist.

"Brother Zhang, this year's harvest of spirit rice is truly excellent!"

A dark-skinned monk wiped the sweat from his brow and smiled as he spoke to his companion beside him.

The cultivator addressed as Brother Zhang grinned, his eyes filled with joy.

"That's right! Since joining the family and moving under the Flying Heaven Sect, with the free spiritual fertilizer and planting secrets provided by the Flying Heaven Sect, the yield of this spiritual rice has increased year by year."

"In the past, our family lived in a remote area, and we couldn't harvest much even after a year of hard work. Now, things are much better. Not only is the yield high, but we can also go directly to Tao'an Market to exchange for contribution points and acquire cultivation resources. Life is much better than before!"

Over the years, the Flying Gate has continued to grow and attract many small families from remote areas to join it.

The sect also provided them with a lot of support, allowing them to live peacefully and cultivate diligently here.

Let's look further ahead.

Shops line both sides of Tao'anfang Street, displaying a dazzling array of spiritual materials, magical artifacts, and elixirs.

The streets were bustling with people, and although many cultivators were in a hurry, they could not hide the vitality on their faces.

And the waterway dock in the distance.

Countless ships, flying boats of all sizes, were docked on the shore, some loading and unloading cargo, others preparing to set sail.

At the dock, many monks were busy checking the goods, while others were negotiating transportation matters with the boatmen, creating a bustling scene.

"Captain Wang, when will this shipment arrive in the Western Regions Demon Land?"

A cultivator dressed in brocade robes asked.

Ship owner Wang patted his chest and said confidently.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Liu! My flying boat is fast; it will arrive in five days at most."

"Now the Flying Heaven Gate's routes are becoming increasingly smooth, and there are also cultivators from other sects escorting us along the way. No one dares to cause trouble easily, so it's very safe."

Skipping over those details, Ye Yang had just stepped into the sect's main hall when he heard Yan Qingying's voice.

"Brother, you're back."

Ye Yang nodded and spoke.

"I made a trip to Penglai Immortal Mountain this time and gained a lot. I will be going into seclusion for a few days. I will need your help to take care of the sect."

"Don't worry, senior brother, I'll take care of everything."

(End of this chapter)