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Lu Qingyun's fingers curled slightly. He brought Chen Tiangang to the Vajra Sect ostensibly to seek justice for Thunder City, but in reality, Chen Tiangang was a vassal of the Divine Sword Sect.

If word got out that a vassal had died in front of him, where would the Divine Sword Sect put its face?

More importantly, if we don't act now, who will be able to suppress Su Xuan once his cultivation advances further?

He snorted coldly.

Elder Su.

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried throughout the entire Alchemy Peak.

"One should show mercy when possible. Chen Tiangang is already crippled; why go so far as to kill him?"

Before he finished speaking, he reached for his waist with his right hand.

Zheng.

A sword rang out, followed by a burst of white light that shot into the sky.

Lu Qingyun drew his sword.

The sword intent of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator burst forth from the sword, transforming into a visible white beam of light that shot straight into the sky. The space within a radius of several miles trembled, and the rubble on the ground was crushed into dust by the sword intent.

The oppressive aura was stronger and more intense than before, and the sword intent carried a killing intent, locking onto Su Xuan's aura high in the sky.

He took a step forward, his body leaping into the air, about to soar into the sky.

The instant his feet left the ground.

A golden sword light slashed across the sky.

Lu Qingyun dodged to the side, the sword light grazing his sleeve and cleaving a three-zhang-long gash in the mountain wall behind him.

He looked down.

The First Elder, Li Xuanfeng, stood before him, his left arm hanging limply, the broken bone swollen and turning bluish-purple. His right hand gripped the Gengjin Divine Sword, the cracks on its blade now more numerous than before, its golden light almost extinguished.

His face was deathly pale, with bloodstains still clinging to the corners of his mouth. His legs were trembling, but he stood ramrod straight.

"Lu Qingyun".

Li Xuanfeng's voice was hoarse, each word uttered clearly.

"This is a life-or-death battle; you have no right to interfere."

Lu Qingyun narrowed his eyes.

"You?"

The sword intent pressed down.

Li Xuanfeng's knees bent slightly, but he didn't kneel. He plunged the Gengjin Divine Sword into the ground to support his body. He raised his head, and his eyes, though covered in blood, shone with a frightening light.

"I can't stop you."

"But I can hold you off for three breaths."

Lu Qingyun's lips twitched slightly, and he was about to step over.

boom.

Space has cracked.

Not one place, but four.

Four spatial rifts simultaneously tore open around Lu Qingyun, golden spiritual light gushing out from the rifts, and four Nascent Soul level spiritual pressures exploded at the same time, overlapping and deforming the space on the mountainside.

A middle-aged man dressed in a dark robe, the leader of the sect, emerged from the first crack. His face was ashen, and his eyes were filled with rage. The Vajra Sect Leader.

An elderly man with white hair emerged from the second crack. He was as thin as a rake, and his cloudy eyes lit up the moment he saw Lu Qingyun. He exuded an aura of decay from years of seclusion.

The third one. The fourth one.

Two old monsters with white hair and beards stepped out of the crack, their spiritual pressure fluctuations all at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

The three patriarchs of the Vajra Sect, who had kept their secrets hidden for years, have all revealed their trump cards today.

With the sect leader and the first elder Li Xuanfeng, the five Nascent Soul cultivators surrounded Lu Qingyun in the very center.

Five directions, five streams of spiritual pressure, five streams of killing intent.

Lu Qingyun stopped in his tracks.

The sect leader took a step forward, squeezing out a single word through clenched teeth.

"This is a life-or-death battle."

"Lu Qingyun, if you dare to interfere today, my Vajra Sect will risk all its three thousand years of heritage to drag you down with it."

The three patriarchs remained silent, but their spiritual pressure surged simultaneously, their cloudy old eyes filled with determination.

That kind of momentum wasn't just bluffing; they were genuinely prepared to fight to the death.

Five Nascent Soul cultivators—even if Lu Qingyun were at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, he wouldn't stand a chance in a real fight. Moreover, they were clearly fighting recklessly, seemingly prepared to perish together.

What's more, there's another one above.

Lu Qingyun's gaze drifted upwards for a moment. The gray-robed figure was still standing thousands of feet in the sky, hands behind his back, with five-colored light flowing around him, looking down at them from above.

That look in his eyes was exactly the same as when he looked at Chen Tiangang.

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"The Vajra Sect is awesome! Five Nascent Soul cultivators surrounding one!"

"That's real protection! From the sect leader to the patriarch, they've all come out!"

"The Grand Elder, despite having a broken arm, was still standing at the very front. My eyes welled up with tears."

"I'll risk all my 3,000 years of heritage to drag you down with me"—that's a really tough statement.

"Lu Qingyun, dare you even make a move? Su Shen is watching from above!"

Halfway up the Alchemy Peak.

Lu Qingyun clenched his fist around the sword, then relaxed it.

Clench, then release.

He glanced around at the five people surrounding him, his gaze finally settling on the sect leader's face. That ashen face was filled with a resolute determination to go all out; it wasn't an act, he was truly prepared to die here today.

Looking further up, Su Xuan's five-colored light condensed at his fingertips, hovering in mid-air, it was unclear when it would fall.

If he were to attempt to save Chen Tiangang, he would not be facing five Nascent Soul cultivators in the next instant, but rather five Nascent Soul cultivators plus a monster even more outrageous than a peak Nascent Soul cultivator.

Chen Tiangang was still shouting high in the sky.

Elder Lu! Please! Save me!

The sound grew weaker, farther and farther away, more and more desperate.

Lu Qingyun closed his eyes briefly.

Zheng.

The sword was sheathed.

He sheathed his sword, put his hands behind his back, took a half step back expressionlessly, and coldly looked up at the blood-soaked figure high in the sky.

He did not speak again.

Chen Tiangang's screams stopped at that moment. His eyes turned from bloodshot to ashen, and his mouth was still open, but he could no longer make a sound.

In mid-air, Su Xuan withdrew his gaze from Lu Qingyun's direction and looked back at the broken body in front of him. He raised his right index finger, and the chaotic spiritual light shone brightly again.

"No one will save you."

Chen Tiangang's eyes were fixed on Lu Qingyun's action of sheathing his sword, turning from bloodshot to ashen, from ashen to empty, until finally there was nothing left in his eyes.

All that's left is fear.

Pure, desperate, deep-seated fear.

His mouth opened, and a shrill, distorted scream burst from his throat, echoing high in the sky and shaking the clouds.

"Su Xuan! You'll die a horrible death!"

"Not a single one of your three thousand disciples from the Vajra Sect will survive!"

His body was covered in shattered bones, his limbs were twisted, and he was locked in mid-air by five-colored spiritual power, unable to move. Blood and foam were spitting from his mouth, and his words were more and more hysterical.

"Once the Nascent Soul stage ancestor of the Divine Sword Sect emerges from seclusion, you will all be buried with him! You will all die!"

"Lu Qingyun, you cowardly bastard! I've risked my life for your Divine Sword Sect for nineteen years, and you're just going to watch me die?"

Su Xuan stood ten feet away, hands behind his back, his gray robe fluttering in the high-altitude air currents.

He looked down at Chen Tiangang, his gaze unchanging from beginning to end—not anger, not disgust, not pity.

It's the look you give a dead person.

Chen Tiangang's curses continued, growing more fragmented and vile, with blood and spittle spurting from his mouth.

Su Xuan spoke.

The voice was soft and devoid of warmth; each word sounded as if it had been dug out of an ice cellar.

"You can seek revenge on me."

Chen Tiangang's roar paused for a moment.

"But you shouldn't have messed with the people of my Vajra Sect."

The moment he finished speaking, Su Xuan loosely clenched his right hand.

The five-colored spiritual energy locked around Chen Tiangang suddenly contracted inward, and the five primal forces of water, fire, metal, wood, and earth squeezed together, crushing towards the broken body from all directions.

Chen Tiangang's scream was cut off in his throat.

boom.

A dull thud.

Without any fancy special effects or a long process, Chen Tiangang's physical body exploded directly under the strangulation of the five-colored spiritual power, turning into a sky full of blood mist that drifted away in the high sky.

Blood rained down from the sky, falling into the clouds like a strange red rain.

From within the blood, a phantom the size of an infant leaped out in terror.

The purple-gold light emanating from his body had dimmed to an extreme, and his face, which had shrunk countless times, was filled with horror.

Nascent Soul.

Chen Tiangang's nascent soul.

It frantically burrowed into the void, tearing at the spatial barrier in front of it with its hands, trying to escape through the void, while emitting sharp hisses.

Su Xuan didn't even glance at it.

Lightly flick with the index finger of your right hand.

A golden sword aura shot out from his fingertips, as thin as a hair and as fast as lightning, precisely piercing through the fleeing phantom.

The nascent soul's body froze in mid-air, a transparent hole appearing in its chest, from which purple-gold spiritual light surged out and quickly dissipated.

Its mouth was still open, as if it wanted to say something, but it didn't have time to say anything.

The light faded.

The nascent soul shattered.

Soul and spirit annihilated, body died and Dao vanished.

Chen Tiangang, the Lord of Thunder City and a powerful cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage, died high in the sky, at the hands of a cultivator in the early Golden Core stage.

They didn't even leave behind a complete corpse.

The entire room fell silent.

On Alchemy Peak, three thousand disciples craned their necks, mouths agape, unable to utter a single word.

Halfway up the mountain, the three patriarchs and the sect leader stood still, watching the blood mist drifting in the sky. No one moved, no one spoke.

The First Elder, Li Xuanfeng, stood at the forefront, supporting himself with one hand on the Gengjin Divine Sword. He looked up at the gray-robed figure standing with his hands behind his back, his lips trembling.

Early stage of Golden Elixir.

Killed a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stages.

A direct confrontation is a foregone conclusion.

The ironclad rules of the cultivation world have been shattered today.

The silence lasted for three breaths.

Then, it exploded.

"We won! Elder Su won!"

It's unclear who shouted the first thing, but then the entire Alchemy Peak erupted in thunderous cheers.

The three thousand disciples went crazy, throwing punches into the sky. Some knelt on the ground and kowtowed, some hugged the people next to them and wailed, and some laughed so hard they couldn't get up.

The gazes of everyone looking at the gray-robed figure high in the sky were no longer filled with respect.

It's fanaticism.

It is faith.

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"Golden Core cultivator severing Nascent Soul! Golden Core cultivator severing Nascent Soul! What does this mean? Can someone explain it to me?!"

"Su Shen was never serious from beginning to end; that city lord was really just an ant in his eyes."

"I cried. That line, 'You shouldn't have messed with my Vajra Sect,' was so damn cool."

"Where are those foreigners who mocked Su Shen for only knowing how to run? Come out and show yourselves!"

Halfway up the Alchemy Peak.

The sect leader and the first elder exchanged a glance.

The same thing was written in their eyes: shock, ecstasy, and a sense of relief at surviving a disaster.

The previous concerns about Su Xuan potentially facing the destruction of his sect vanished at this moment.

They made the right bet.

The sect leader took a deep breath, turned to face the entire sect, and his powerful voice resounded throughout the mountain.

"Su Xuan!"

The cheers gradually subsided, and everyone's eyes turned to them.

"From this day forward, I am promoted to Grand Elder of my Vajra Sect!"

"His status is equal to mine!"

"The entire sect will stand with Elder Su at all costs!"

The sound echoed three times through the valley, each time like a hammer blow to everyone's heart.

Supreme Elder.

Equal to the sect leader.

The cheers of the three thousand disciples erupted once more, even more intense and frenzied than before.

On the other side of the mountainside.

Lu Qingyun stood amidst the rubble, his white robes stained with dust, his long sword sheathed, his expression remaining largely unchanged throughout.

He looked up and watched the gray-robed figure slowly descend from the sky. Five-colored light flickered on the figure's body, and the powerful aura made him feel cold inside.

It's impossible to take this person away today.

Not just today, but it will never happen again.

Unless the Nascent Soul Ancestor personally arrives.

His gaze met Su Xuan's for a fleeting moment in mid-air, but Su Xuan didn't even linger on him, his eyes sweeping over him before looking away.

Like looking at the stones on the roadside.

Lu Qingyun's fingers curled slightly, and the corners of his mouth formed an arc, not a smile, but the trace of some emotion that had been forcibly suppressed.

He spoke, his voice not loud, but it could be heard clearly within a radius of a hundred feet.

"Su Xuan, you are very strong."

Su Xuan landed, his gray robe hanging down, without looking at him.

"But you shouldn't stay in the Vajrayana sect."

Lu Qingyun's voice turned colder, his gaze sweeping over the sect leader, then over the three patriarchs, and finally settling on Su Xuan.

"The day the Nascent Soul Ancestor emerges from seclusion will be the day your Vajra Sect is destroyed."

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't linger any longer. With a leap, he transformed into a white streak of light and soared into the sky, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Ran.

The Divine Sword Sect disciple, at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, turned and ran after uttering those harsh words, his retreating figure exuding a disheveled air.

On the ground, the three thousand disciples erupted in boos and laughter, and some even spat at the white light in the sky.

Su Xuan stood among the rubble of the Alchemy Peak, hands behind his back, his expression unchanged, as if nothing had happened.

He turned his head and his gaze fell on the Grand Elder.

Li Xuanfeng's severed left arm was swollen and bluish-purple, and he was still standing in place, supporting himself with the Gengjin Divine Sword with his right hand. No part of his body was unharmed, but his spine was straight and his old eyes were frighteningly bright.

Su Xuan flipped his right hand, and three white jade bottles flew out of his storage ring, drawing three arcs in the air and landing in the directions of the Grand Elder, the Sect Master, and the three Ancestors respectively.

"The Supreme Bone-Regenerating Pill can regenerate severed limbs."

His voice was flat, as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

The elder caught the jade bottle, glanced down at it, and his fingertips trembled.

The Bone-Regenerating Pill, a top-grade one, which could be exchanged for three spirit mines outside, was just casually tossed over.

He looked up at Su Xuan, his lips moved, but he could only squeeze out two words.

Thank you.

The sect leader walked over, stood in front of Su Xuan, opened his mouth as if to say something, but was silenced by a look from Su Xuan.

"It's nothing."

Su Xuan turned and walked towards the Alchemy Peak, his gray robe fluttering in the wind as he walked at a leisurely pace.

The three thousand disciples spontaneously made way for him, and all eyes followed the retreating figure. The silence was so profound that only the sound of the wind could be heard.

The sect leader watched the departing figure, then turned and exchanged a glance with the Grand Elder.

The elder's hand, still trembling as he gripped the jade bottle, hadn't even wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth before he grinned.

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"A Nascent Soul Ancestor? Ha, Su Shen is only at the early Golden Core stage now. By the time that ancestor comes out of seclusion, Su Shen will probably have already reached the Dao Integration stage."

"The most glorious day in the three thousand years of the Vajra Sect, the name of the Supreme Elder Su Xuan is earth-shattering."

"Did you guys notice? The pill Su Shen casually tossed out was a Bone-Regenerating Pill, and it was top-grade! He's also an alchemist!"

"A monster that's effective from every angle, I'm impressed."