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

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After Grandma Silver Snake died.

Under the takeover of Ye Yang and Gu Xuan, the order in Taoan Market soon regained stability.

However, as Ye Yang looked at the messy streets, he still felt an indescribable anger in his heart.

"I've been hunting geese all day, but I never thought I'd get my eyes hooked by a goose today."

The next moment, Ye Yang quickly suppressed the anger in his heart and regained his clarity of mind.

This time, the other party taught him a vivid lesson.

"Ask yourself, after breaking through to the Tiangang realm, both my development and that of Feitian Sect have been too smooth, and I have actually forgotten that this is a cruel cultivation world."

Ye Yang slowly opened his eyes, with a bit more determination and vigilance in his gaze.

He reflected carefully on his behavior during this period.

Since his cultivation reached the Tiangang realm, he rescued Queen Gu Xuan from the alien demon abyss.

Under the leadership of everyone, Feitian Sect has risen rapidly. Not only has its strength increased greatly, but after successfully hosting the Star Conference, its reputation has grown and it has become famous.

Especially after meeting Zhi Tianji and Queen Yama, they plotted against the half-step Taoist Jiumodan in the sea of ​​blood and succeeded.

He even dared to make plans for Yuan Yidaozu.

Beneath all these seemingly beautiful appearances.

Even though he was always alert, he was sometimes not vigilant enough.

Ignoring the dangers and complexity of the spiritual world and underestimating potential enemies.

"In this vast world of cultivation, you must be cautious. Otherwise, you will pay the price with your life."

Ye Yang muttered to himself, feeling a little heavy in his heart.

With such thoughts.

Ye Yang walked slowly in Taoan Market. Along the way, he carefully observed the changes in the surrounding environment and assessed the losses of the market in this conflict.

The broken shops, scattered goods, and the smell of scorched earth in the air all told of the fierce battle that had just been experienced.

Just at this time.

Ye Yang seemed to have discovered something. He walked to a piece of ruins and waved his sleeves.

The ruins were immediately blown away by the strong wind, revealing a tall figure among the ruins.

"Save...Save..."

Ye Yang looked down.

I saw a tall and strong man lying in the ruins, covered in blood and dying.

"It's Li Bayuan."

Seeing this scene, Ye Yang's heart tightened. He hurried over and helped up Li Bayuan's tall body.

The skin and flesh on Li Bayuan's body were shattered piece by piece, and his whole body was covered with scars, revealing the white bones inside.

He was seriously injured in the previous battle and was now only breathing his last breath.

Even with his strong physique, he fell into a coma.

Ye Yang squatted down and checked Li Bayuan's injuries.

I saw that he had multiple serious wounds between his chest and abdomen, which were obviously caused by a cultivator in the True Person realm.

Despite this, Li Bayuan still held the giant hammer tightly in his hand, as if he was still fighting before his death.

"I will not give up."

"If you want to kill someone, kill me. Don't harm the disciples of Feitian Sect."

Although Li Bayuan's voice was weak, it was extremely firm.

"Li Bayuan, hold on!"

He checked Li Bayuan's pulse and found that although it was weak, he was still alive.

After saying that, Ye Yang quickly took out the 'Sanbao Wanying Cream' and fed it to him.

But his injuries were too serious.

Although the Sanbao Panacic Ointment could temporarily stabilize his injuries, it was obviously not enough to save his life.

After feeding the pill to Li Bayuan, Ye Yang also slowly transferred the magic power in his body into his body, trying to stabilize his condition.

"Ye...Senior Brother Ye..." After the input of magic power, Li Bayuan woke up slowly and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs.

He barely opened his eyes and vaguely saw Ye Yang, tears streaming down his face.

It carried with it an indescribable sadness and a final hint of rejection.

He said with the last bit of strength he had.

"Brother, I may not be able to do it anymore. I have practiced Taoism for a hundred years, and I don't regret it. It's just that from now on, Ba Yuan can't continue to practice with you in this cultivation world."

"But please...please protect...Taoanfang City...and Feitianmen."

While treating him, Ye Yang said, "Don't worry, Junior Brother. I'm here. Tao'an Market will be fine."

"As for you, don't talk nonsense. With me here, it won't be easy for you to die. Senior Brother still needs to watch you break through the realm of true person."

Although Ye Yang continued to encourage him, Li Bayuan's condition was still very serious.

My whole body cannot move, but my mind is still clear.

After hearing Ye Yang say this.

Li Bayuan tilted his head and fell directly into Ye Yang's arms.

Just before he fainted, his words made Ye Yang's heart sink.

"Brother, Dong Feng is dead. He was killed by the Blood Cloud Demon Lord with a single blow. It's my fault."

"I know you value him very much. It's my fault. I didn't fulfill my responsibility as a master's uncle and didn't protect him well. If you want to blame someone, blame me!"

At this moment, in Feitian Gate.

Spiritual energy is surging in the sky above the sect. Today, the weather is clear and cloudless.

But the atmosphere was tense and solemn.

On top of Lihuo Peak.

Wang Dong has already entered the final stage of breaking through to become the True Person of Purple Mansion.

Throughout the Feitian Gate, the spiritual energy was surging wildly, as if it was being stirred by an invisible yet powerful giant hand.

The spiritual energy was like a surging tide, roaring and surging, causing visible ripples of spiritual energy to appear in the surrounding space.

The air seemed like a burning spiritual flame, hot and restless.

Everyone held their breath and looked forward to it. Time seemed to stand still and every passing second seemed to be stretched to the extreme.

Until that dazzling purple light, like the dawn, burst out from the place where Wang Dong was in seclusion.

In an instant, the light swept across the entire Feitian Gate like a surging wave.

Wherever it passed, the palaces and pavilions were illuminated with a sparkling glow, as if covered with a layer of dreamy purple gauze.

The simple and elegant flying eaves and upturned corners, set against this brilliant light, look like ethereal and flying fairy birds, displaying their otherworldly appearance.

The stone pillars in the courtyard, which usually appear steady and heavy and are engraved with the marks of time, are now also illuminated by purple light.

Even the flowers and plants on the roadside were nourished by the spiritual energy. Their leaves were shaking, and the flowers were blooming more beautifully. The dewdrops on the petals were sparkling, reflecting colorful light.

The disciples of Feitian Sect all looked sideways with expressions of surprise and shock on their faces.

They were originally busy with cultivation and guarding, but they all stopped what they were doing involuntarily and looked up at the source of the light.

"Uncle Wang Dong succeeded! This magnificent purple light must have been a breakthrough to the Purple Mansion realm. Looking at the momentum, it is definitely not comparable to an ordinary breakthrough!"

A young disciple was so excited that he jumped up and down and shouted, causing his companions around him to nod in agreement. For a moment, sounds of admiration rang out one after another.

Many elderly people sensed this powerful fluctuation of spiritual energy and came out of seclusion to gather here.

"Wang Dong was already extremely talented, but he suffered a lot of setbacks on his way to breaking through the realm of a real person."

"Today's breakthrough and the achievements we have made are truly a blessing for our Feitian Sect."

An elder stroked his beard, smiling, his eyes full of expectations for Wang Dong.

As everyone was eagerly waiting, Wang Dong slowly walked out of the retreat room.

Wang Dong's black robe danced in the wind, with wisps of purple light lingering around him.

Although his face showed a little fatigue after breaking through the barrier, his eyes were full of vigor and vitality, just like a sharp sword out of its sheath, revealing a cold light, showing the heroism and confidence after reaching the realm of a new immortal.

As soon as he appeared, Wang Dong bowed towards the elders with a respectful and humble attitude.

But the next moment, the joy he had just felt after the breakthrough immediately dissipated.

"What? Tao'an Market was breached by thieves!" (End of this chapter)