fairy family

Chapter 275 Speaking the Truth, A Narrow Bridge for a Thousand Armies
Thousands of people gathered at the bottom of the steps, which were about a hundred feet high.

The once spacious venue has become somewhat crowded.

Because of the large number of people and the noise, there have been quite a few conflicts at the bottom of the stairs.

Now that no one is stepping up to maintain order, once a conflict arises, it will naturally escalate into a real fight, and only those who are standing up can speak.

Because Gong Dongxue and her group arrived early, Yu Que and his group had already secured a spot, so they didn't have to crowd with others.

In recent times, in addition to the Yellow and White Palaces, other disciples from the Five Colors Immortal City have also arrived in the vicinity.

Although the other party did not directly join the teams of the Yellow and White Palaces, the five Dao Palaces did exchange visits with each other and agreed to take care of each other in case of an incident.

Time continues to pass.

When everyone realized that the number of Ning Sha Immortal cultivators on the eighth floor had exceeded three hundred, there was still no movement in the Tian Ce army.

Some people couldn't hold back and immediately led their men forward to negotiate, only to receive a message from Tian Ce Jun: "The time is not yet ripe."

This displeased many immortals, especially those who stepped forward to negotiate, as they had long been dissatisfied with Tian Ce Jun and his group on Zhenjun Island.

Currently, in the Immortal Mountain, without the constraints of laws, if it weren't for the presence of overseas cultivators, the various Daoist palaces on True Monarch Island would probably be fighting each other to the death.

Therefore, after the immortal and several others conspired in secret, they immediately decided to stage a "military remonstrance" and invite the Heavenly Emperor out of the army.

Before a major battle could even begin, that very night, the heads of several immortals were removed, their deaths occurring without anyone noticing, sending chills down the spines of everyone waiting to witness the spectacle.

The restless eighth level of the immortal mountain instantly became much quieter, as if doused with cold water.

Even among the overseas cultivators, the Lingbao Immortal Sect and others restrained their disciples, unwilling to clash with Tian Ce Jun and his group.

Several more days of hardship followed.

Finally, just when everyone present was like an overheated elixir furnace about to explode, the Tian Ce army made a move.

As everyone looked up, they immediately saw a noble man in brocade robes and golden armor walking out of the dilapidated building with a pleased expression.

One after another, Taoist soldiers, generals, and guardian immortals followed him, making him appear majestic and imposing.

In particular, someone spotted at least a handful of cultivators specializing in refining qi among the group of noble men.

"There are indeed many capable people within the Tian Ce Army!"

Whether they were immortals or cultivators, everyone present was muttering to themselves:
"With so many people, if a fight breaks out later, we must avoid their sharp edge."

"Is that person the immortal from the Central Plains, bestowed with the title 'Heavenly Decree'?!"

All eyes immediately fell on Tian Ce Jun.

One of them is missing.

When unusual activity was reported in the Tian Ce Army, he stopped cultivating and got up to observe and survey his surroundings.

Yu Que took in Tian Ce Jun's appearance and couldn't help but admire the young man's air of wealth and nobility. With each glance and gesture, a spiritual aura seemed to emanate from him.

Su Mu, an immortal from the White Mountain Dao Palace, stood beside Yu Que and sighed softly:
"As expected of the disciple of the Imperial Advisor and the adopted son of the imperial family, he seems to be a product of the divine inspiration of heaven and earth."

Yu Que and the others nodded.

However, although everyone was amazed by the spiritual energy and fortune that Tian Ce Jun possessed, they did not have much goodwill towards him; instead, they were filled with vigilance.

Especially those in the Baishan Palace.

They were different from Yu Que and the others. They had failed to escape the island-wide martial arts competition of Zhenjun Island, and therefore had suffered quite a bit under the orders of the other side for more than half a year.

If the troops of Zhenjun Island hadn't been scattered after entering the Immortal Mountain, they would probably all be under the command of Tiancejun now.

In full view.

Tian Ce Jun walked to the center of the steps leading up to the top. With a wave of his hand, the soldiers on either side used their bodies as steps to build a high altar on the spot.

The man ascended the high platform, looked around, and without bowing, stood with his hands behind his back and head held high, saying:

"I, Tian Ce, have arrived at the opportune moment. You may all follow me as I cast a spell to dispel the fierce winds and ascend together to the summit of the immortal mountain, where we will attain great wealth and honor!"

A burst of drumming noise immediately resounded around the high altar.

After a brief moment of noise, someone shouted:
"Thank you for your trouble, Lord Tiance. Please begin immediately. We have been waiting for this for a long time."

“Fellow Daoist Tian Ce, please issue a charter. We, the members of the Immortal Sect, are also willing to lend you a hand.”

Standing on the high platform, Lord Tiance heard the requests from the crowd. With a smile on his face, he nodded and said:

"good."

Then, the man looked up at the surging gale above and let out a long howl:

"Breaking through this gale is not difficult. Everyone, follow me and use your magic power, just shout the word 'Zha'!"

Buzz!
A rumbling sound echoed through the earth. Before the other immortal cultivators present could react, the strategists and immortals under the command of Tian Ce Jun had already raised their heads and roared to the sky:
"upbraid!"

Their imposing presence caused dust to rise all around, and a powerful aura emanated from them, soaring towards the heavens and earth, directly attacking the dense gale above.

Yu Que and the others looked up and their eyes immediately showed surprise.

Amidst the long howls of the Tian Ce Army, the layer of gale above their heads indeed began to waver.

The groups from Huangshan Taoist Palace and Baishan Taoist Palace looked at each other, their eyes filled with contemplation.

"Since it's just about following the other person and shouting a single word, then let's just follow along."

"But it's just shouting anyway, it doesn't involve bloodshed or cost money."

After everyone finished discussing, they mustered their strength and shouted loudly towards the sky.

Apart from the Yellow and White Palaces, the other immortals and cultivators also made their decisions, some before and some after the Yellow and White Palaces, and all of them uttered the word "Zha".

In an instant, it seemed as if thunder was rolling in the eighth level of the immortal mountain, and it continued for a long time, causing the surrounding spiritual energy to tremble violently.

The combined aura of the thousands of cultivators present was immense, like a pillar supporting the sky, piercing straight towards the upper layer of gale force.

Whoohoo!
The layer of gale was completely disrupted, and it indeed dispersed, revealing a void to the eyes of many immortal cultivators.

Everyone looked up, their eyes shining.

Because everyone discovered that just beyond that layer of gale-force winds, the steps leading up to the top were no longer broken, but intact, made entirely of white jade, brimming with spiritual energy, like a ladder to immortality, slowly disappearing into the endless spiritual mist.

"Opportunity! Opportunity!"

People kept exclaiming, their consciousness surging, "There might really be a chance to become an immortal on the mountaintop!"

So, some cunning individuals in the crowd, though they too were softly chanting "Zha," did so with little force. Seeing the layer of gale-force winds above them open, they instantly flashed into existence. Dozens of figures appeared before the others.

They took to the air and flew towards the ninth level of the immortal mountain.

One of them even laughed loudly, "I've arrived at the summit of the immortal mountain!"

When Yu Que and the others saw this group of people, their expressions were unfriendly. Among them, Su Muxian snorted coldly and immediately waved his hand, sending out a beam of green light towards one of the people nearby.

Unexpectedly, the person was already prepared, with an unknown talisman supporting him. Even after being hit by several magical beams of light, he still swayed and continued his journey toward the ninth level of the immortal mountain.

Yu Que saw that Gong Dongxue and the others beside him were also tempted and wanted to follow.

He immediately narrowed his eyes and transmitted his voice, "Everyone, please calm down."

Gong Dongxue and the others' expressions darkened as they noticed Yu Que staring intently at a certain spot. They immediately followed Yu Que's gaze.

On the high altar, Tian Ce Jun stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the immortal cultivators soaring into the air. He showed no signs of anxiety or anger; instead, a mocking smile was clearly on his lips.

Thunder! Boom!
Once those dozens of immortal cultivators flew into the opened layer of gale-force winds, countless streaks of lightning appeared among them.

In an instant, all those who leaped forward exploded on the spot, without even letting out a scream.

In an instant, the figures in the crowd below vanished, and even the fine lightning bolts disappeared, as if they had been seeing things and that everything they had just witnessed was an illusion.

“T-this?”

The people present looked at each other in bewilderment, and an eerie silence fell over them. No one continued to shout the word "Zha".

But suddenly, a burst of laughter rang out in the room.

Tian Ce Jun stood on the high platform and drank:
"How laughable! How can one ascend to heaven with insufficient offerings!"

He lowered his head, looked around, and suddenly, a long halberd appeared in his hand, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

"Fellow Daoists, let the bloody battle begin."

The spirit of the immortal mountain has been awakened and disturbed by our shouts, and has activated its protective energy. However, if we fail to satisfy the mountain spirit, the closure of the Heavenly Ladder is a minor matter; the real problem is that we will all perish without a burial place.

As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed nearby and shouted:

"kill!"

The sound of dozens of sharp blades piercing flesh echoed near the altar.

Those immortals who had recently attached themselves to the Heavenly Decree Army, thinking they had latched onto the Heavenly Decree Army's coattails, stared in disbelief at their chests.

"You, you..." Their eyes widened in horror, never expecting the Tian Ce Army to act so swiftly and decisively against them.

Before these immortals could utter too many defeated cries, the soldiers who slaughtered them drew their weapons again, severing their heads and shattering their souls.

A scream rose into the sky, causing the immortal cultivators who were looking at the high altar to turn pale with fright.

Seeing that his own side was almost finished while the others were still standing there dumbfounded, Tian Ce Jun said again indifferently:
"Don't blame me for not reminding you all, this mountain is inhabited by spirits, and the more blood sacrifices are made for it, the more favor it will gain."

As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of the people who were still hesitating changed.

Finally, the disciples of the Ten Directions Immortal Sect let out a soft sigh.

Ling Yunzi and the others said, "Excellent... We have also heard about the ascent to the summit of this mountain."

"Fellow Daoists, turn your blades outwards. There are many Central Plains Ghost Clan members here. Let's kill them as sacrifices."

Having received confirmation from the disciples of the Ten Directions Immortal Sect, the overseas cultivators' eyes flashed with a cold light.

Without further hesitation, they immediately unleashed their magic and used their magical artifacts to attack the nearest immortal clan in the Central Plains.

Yu Que and the others stayed to the side. Because the two palaces had joined forces, no one dared to attack them immediately.

But as screams rang out, they all unleashed their magic and released ghosts and spirits.

With a snort from Yu Que, clusters of white light flashed past his eyes, slicing down a figure in front of him, whose identity was unclear—whether friend or foe—to the ground.

He spoke:

"What are you all standing there for? Even if you don't want to kill anyone, you can't let yourself be killed."

The disciples of the Yellow and White Palaces immediately realized what was happening, and their expressions became resolute and determined.

With a whoosh, spiritual light flashed nearby, with flying swords and knives, talismans and pills, and array puppets intermingling and reflecting each other, as everyone pulled out their most treasured life-saving methods.

Initially, the overseas cultivators and the immortals of the Central Plains were in a state of mutual confrontation, killing each other but not their own people.

But in less than a quarter of an hour, chaos had broken out in the surrounding area, with screams and the smell of blood filling the air, ground, and underground.

Even the Heavenly Army, which had already formed a battle array in the very center, had its tortoise shell broken by the combined efforts of the disciples of the Ten Directions Immortal Sect. The orderly army had been reduced to scattered units, each fighting on its own.

Yu Que led a group of Huangshan disciples to fight alongside the people from Baishan Dao Palace. Even though he paid extra attention, many disciples from both palaces still got lost.

However, everyone's performance was also quite good. Gong Dongxue and Princess Rakshasa each killed a Qi Condensation cultivator, and the Immortal Su Mu even killed a Qi Refining cultivator. He was reluctant to waste the other party's soul and immediately captured the soul into his sleeve, his face beaming with joy.

Yu Que's battle record was mediocre; he casually killed two people who were either cultivators or immortals at the Ning Sha stage.

The other disciples, some of whom were even more skilled, had already killed nearly ten enemies, making them even more formidable than Yu Que and his group.

Amidst the surging blood-red light, the void in the gale-force wind layer hanging above everyone's heads, instead of contracting, expanded, becoming even wider, only its shape turned terrifying, forming a hook.

As Yu Que glanced upwards, he vaguely saw what appeared to be a pair of smiling lips.

And amidst the crimson light, the surviving immortal cultivators looked beyond the layer of gale-force winds and immediately discovered that the ascension staircase and thick spiritual mist that they had previously seen had vanished, leaving only a dark expanse, like a void.

Dozens more blood-red threads, like fishing lines, fell from the dark opening and drifted among the crowd.

When Lord Ce saw the silk thread that day, he no longer stood idly by. Instead, his face lit up with joy, and with a sudden flick of his sleeve, a huge pocket appeared.

The soldiers fighting for him immediately stopped fighting and rushed towards the pocket in his sleeve without looking back.

Tian Ce Jun waited only a few breaths before closing the pocket in his sleeve and leaping towards the nearest blood-red thread. Beside him, several other cultivators of the Qi Refining Immortal Clan followed closely behind.

The group hung from the silk threads, and their figures immediately rose into the black hole above.

Upon seeing this, the disciples of the Ten Directions Immortal Sect were overjoyed and exclaimed:
"Shatter the void! This is the Ascension Rope, seize it at once!"

Several more people immediately grabbed the blood-red threads and soared into the air.

Some of them lost their grip and were hacked to pieces in mid-air. Not only did they fail to escape, but the blood-red threads grew even thicker.

(End of this chapter)