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Chapter 115 The Immortal Slayer Takes on Disciples

The whole place was in deathly silence.

Tens of thousands of eyes, from the lakeside and from the boats, were fixed on the figure that had collapsed on the forty-third step.

An elder of the Qinglan Sect, a late-stage Foundation Establishment Immortal Master, died just like that.

There was no earth-shattering magical clash, no devastating spiritual energy aftershocks.

The young sect leader merely raised a finger and uttered a single word.

Then, the immortal died.

He died like a madman who collapsed from exhaustion after a tantrum in the street—ugly and silent.

It turns out that once you peel back that veneer of otherworldly elegance, these aloof immortals are nothing more than that.

They too have inner demons, unbearable pasts, and will sometimes reveal their ugly side in despair.

At this moment, the insurmountable chasm between immortals and mortals seemed to have cracked in their hearts.

As for Meng Xihong, the one who could decide the life and death of an immortal with a single finger, in their eyes, his image became increasingly lofty, mysterious, and fanatical!
Meng Xihong ignored the astonishment of the crowd.

Instead, they turned their attention to the ship where the Qinglan Sect and Xuanfu Sect were located.

"Who else wants to try out the 'deception' of my Heavenly Evolution Sect?"

Meng Xihong's voice wasn't loud, but it struck like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of everyone in the Qinglan Sect and the Xuanfu Sect hard.

There was a deathly silence on the ship.

The disciples of Qinglan Sect turned deathly pale as they looked at the cold corpse of their highly respected elder.

Fear, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed their reason.

Sun Xuan of the Xuanfu Sect was terrified out of his wits.

The whisk in his hand fell onto the deck with a "thud," but he was completely unaware of it.

He stared intently at Meng Xihong, only two words remaining in his mind.

Golden elixir!

This person must be a powerful expert at the Golden Core stage!

Sun Xuan had no idea of ​​the profound mysteries of the formation. He only saw Meng Xihong casually move his fingers, and a fellow cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage was instantly annihilated.

In his view, who else but the legendary Golden Core Ancestor could control the life and death of others so at will?
Just now, I actually tried to challenge a Golden Core Ancestor?

Thinking of this, Sun Xuan felt his legs go weak, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, making him almost unable to stand.

"Pfft!"

He could no longer hold on, his knees buckled, and he knelt directly on the deck, desperately kowtowing in Meng Xihong's direction, his forehead hitting the deck with a "thud".

"Senior...Senior, spare my life! Senior, spare my life!"

"This junior, Sun Xuan, was blind and ignorant of your greatness, and offended you, senior. I deserve to die! I beg you, senior, for the sake of my Xuanfu Sect, spare my dog's life!"

His kneeling was like toppling dominoes.

The disciples of Qinglan Sect and Xuanfu Sect also instantly realized what was happening, and rushed to kneel down, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Senior, spare your life!"

"We will never dare to do it again! We were all deceived by that old scoundrel Li Changfeng!"

The scene was both comical and shocking.

The disciples of the two great immortal sects, who were arrogant and looked down on mortals as ants not long ago, are now kneeling on the ground trembling like a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

The tens of thousands of ordinary martial artists and rogue cultivators below were so shocked by this scene that words could not describe their feelings.

The look they gave Meng Xihong was no longer one of awe, but rather... fanaticism!
It's like watching a deity walking among humans!
Meng Xihong ignored those who were kneeling and begging for mercy.

His gaze swept over the excited, eager, and fervent faces below, and he slowly began to speak.

"The test continues."

His voice seemed to possess a magical power, instantly pulling everyone back from their shock.

"Yes, yes, yes! A test! We also need to become apprentices!"

"Quick! Let me go first!"

The crowd stirred again. But this time, it was no longer chaotic; instead, there was a deep sense of awe and order. They lined up, one after another, and embarked on the misty "Path of Inquiry."

Meng Xihong turned around, returned to the steps in front of the stone gate, sat down again, closed his eyes to rest, as if nothing had happened.

Yun Songzi, standing behind him, stroked his beard and smiled so hard his eyes narrowed into slits as he watched this scene.

"Good lad, decisive in killing and ruthless, combining kindness and severity, this 'killing the chicken to scare the monkey' move was truly brilliant." He thought to himself, "After this battle, I doubt anyone in southern Qingzhou will dare to underestimate my Tianyan Sect!"

Meng Xihong appeared calm, but in reality, he was secretly making plans.

Actually, he himself wasn't sure about what he had just done.

Although Yun Songzi taught him the activation method and the three transformation techniques of this Earth-rank formation, it was still too early for him to fully comprehend it. Even if he grasped it quickly, he only understood the basics and was far from mastering it.

That finger strike just now was purely a trial, a combination of my understanding of formations and that righteous energy, to see if I could trigger a killing formation.

He had even thought of a backup plan: if all else failed, he would immediately send a telepathic message to Senior Yun Songzi and ask him to take action, which would achieve the same effect.

However, unexpectedly, Elder Li's inner demons were so severe that his soul was already riddled with holes, yet he was still able to succeed with a single blow.

This ingenious method of killing was more shocking than any elaborate spell.

It seems that these so-called prestigious sects are nothing more than this, and there are probably quite a few scoundrels among them.

……

The test of "questioning one's conscience" has officially begun.

One by one, people stepped onto the stairs.

Their experiences are incredibly diverse.

Some people, upon taking their first step, see mountains of gold and silver treasures and rush towards them without hesitation. Then, they are gently sent back to the ship and lose their chance.

Some people climb a dozen or so steps and finally see the beauty they've been longing for. They become so infatuated that they can't extricate themselves, and thus they are also eliminated.

Some people, however, encountered the demons and monsters that terrified them the most, and they fled in a panic.

Of course, there are also many more people who, with unwavering willpower, climb upwards step by step.

A ragged, thin boy saw power and wealth, but he simply shook his head and continued forward with a determined look in his eyes.

"I just want to become stronger, protect my mother, and stop her from being bullied by anyone!"

A middle-aged swordsman with a missing arm encountered the enemy who had severed his arm years ago. He was filled with rage, but in the end, he forcibly suppressed his desire for revenge, gritted his teeth, and walked past his "enemy."

"A gentleman takes his revenge even after ten years! Wait until I've mastered the 'Furnace Classic' before I come back to take your dog's life!"

An old martial artist with white hair and a faltering gait walked very slowly, each step seemingly requiring all his strength.

In the illusion, all the regrets he had missed in his youth appeared. He just smiled slightly, but his eyes became clearer.

"What I seek is not immortality, nor power; I simply wish to see a different view before I die..."

The sun is high in the sky, and then it begins to set.

The ordeal that has affected tens of thousands of people is finally drawing to a close.

In the end, only a mere three hundred or so people managed to climb all ninety-nine steps and successfully reach the summit.

Although these three hundred-plus people were all dressed in rags and looked dejected, their eyes were exceptionally bright and determined.

They are all true seekers of the Way who have passed the test of "questioning one's own heart"!
"Congratulations."

Meng Xihong's voice rang out again.

"From this day forward, you are the first generation of founding disciples of my Tianyan Sect!"

"Disciple greets Sect Master!"

More than three hundred people knelt down in unison, their voices forming a torrent that soared into the sky!

Just then, a sharp sound of something tearing through the air suddenly came from the distant horizon!

A streak of blood-red light shot toward them at incredible speed!

Within that stream of light was a figure shrouded in a black robe. The evil and venomous aura emanating from him sent chills down one's spine even from a distance!
"Ji Beichuan! Zhang Xianghua!"

"You two body-refining scum, I've finally found you!"

(End of this chapter)