Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 517 - 467 Behind the Wooden Door (4K2 my brain

However, at this moment, he quietly turned around and said to the guards behind him, “Prepare the gifts for the Heavenly Sword Sect and add those for the Nanyang Sect, and bring them to me.”

“We have just made a deal…” The guard was puzzled. Even if Shen Yi was truly excessively powerful, he was still within the scope of the Late Stage of Returning Void, not someone who could change the rules.

What if the other party got used to it and started coming over to take advantage of them whenever he felt like it?

“Go do it.”

Wen Qiujin did not explain further.

He withdrew his gaze.

With Shen Yi’s abilities, among the Nan Hong Seven Sons, how could he not have supporters?

Even to say he was a Direct Disciple of the Sect Master, and a future giant of the Unity Realm Stage wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

He was completely different from the leech he had imagined, who depended on the fame of the Nan Hong Seven Sons to leech off the Shuiyue Commerce Alliance.

One could infer from Shen Yi, the disciple, that the Nanyang Sect was a true Immortal Sect.

The proper respects should be paid to an Immortal Sect.

Loyal subjects do not serve two masters.

Moreover, offering help during hardships is always more valuable than adding frosting to the cake.

Wen Qiujin recalled how the people from the Nanyang Sect had arrived on the Green Lion Spiritual Puppet, and after a moment’s thought, he instructed someone to fetch a crude-looking black light flying sword pendant.

He took the prepared tribute and stepped forward.

“Shen Immortal, this is the tribute prepared by the Shuiyue Commerce Alliance for the Nanyang Sect. I was preoccupied with miscellaneous tasks and couldn’t spare any time. I hope you can excuse me to the Sect Master on my behalf. This Feixuan Sword is a small token of my appreciation; please don’t take offense and refuse.”

“…”

Shen Yi looked at the respectfully offered Storage Bag and then glanced at the flying sword pendant.

After a moment of contemplation.

He nodded and said, “Thank you, I will consider this for next time.”

If he really owed a tribute, they wouldn’t have displayed such an attitude on his arrival and would have stopped mentioning it altogether.

Hearing these words, Wen Qiujin smiled noncommittally.

Indeed, those in business rarely misjudge others.

Moreover, from this remark, it was clear that Shen Yi held a not insignificant position in the Nanyang Sect.

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Without the accompaniment of the female cultivators’ music.

It was just Wen Qiujin and a few attendants respectfully seeing off the Green Lion Spiritual Puppet into the clouds from afar.

After leaving the Shuiyue Commerce Alliance.

Shen Yi casually summoned the pendant, turning it into a black light long sword, and lightly stepped onto it.

The object, although shaped like a sword, was not a treasure for combat, but merely for travel.

Though its effect was singular, it was many times faster than the enlightenment gained from watching a fairy bathe and conceiving the Dragon Leap to Heaven.

With only a little infusion of breath, he could leave the Green Lion Spiritual Puppet far behind.

“The Alliance Hierarch Wen is indeed quite generous,” Jing Jingsong clicked his tongue. This flying sword was at least a rarity; with the resources of Qinghai Prefecture, they wouldn’t dare dream of such a luxury.

But it made sense; to curry favor with Shen Immortal, ordinary items indeed wouldn’t measure up.

Once familiar with the flying sword, Shen Yi soon went to the place agreed upon with Master Zhang. He saw the tired and endless crowd of Xiao family civilians.

With a slight wave of his hand, nearly twenty Green Lion Spiritual Puppets hovered in the air.

“You’re responsible for taking them back. You can move them slowly; if there’s danger, inform me with the Jade Slip.”

Since so many attendants had been recruited, this was the time to put them to work.

Although it was a mundane task, even Jing Jingsong, a cultivator close to the Late Stage of Returning Void, had no objections… After all, during the demon-slaying times, Shen Immortal didn’t need them at all. If they didn’t do something, they truly wouldn’t deserve the attendant robes they wore.

“Rest assured, we’ll make sure not a single one is missing.”

“Hmm.”

Shen Yi nodded and then once again rode the sword into the clouds.

With the Feixuan Sword, a journey that had taken four to five days before, now took less than two hours.

Returning to the familiar Nanyang relief,

he activated the Great Formation. As if recalling something, he took out a stone Dao Plate and sent it towards the Ancestral Master Hall, “I’ve been quite busy lately, so I’ll have to trouble Senior Xuan Qing with the opening and closing of the formation.”

It wouldn’t be bad to have Nie Jun do it, but his level was too low, and he had just come into contact with many Cultivation Techniques; he was eager to cultivate without delay.

After some thought, it seemed that only Xuan Qing had some leisure time.

As for the safety of the treasure land, if Xuan Qing really had that intention, he would have taken out the Sect Master’s Taoist Plaque long ago.

“Uh.”

Sitting on the meditation cushion, Li Xuanqing took the stone Dao Plate, his hand propping his chin, slipping into deep thought.

Opening and closing the formation… That seems to mean just guarding the door, right?

Has Li Xuanqing really fallen to such a state?

“Sigh.”

Shen Yi didn’t have time to empathize with the disappointment of Elder Xuan Qing.

He put away his flying sword pendant and landed in front of a light barrier, then stepped through it.

“Paying respects to the Sect Master.”

Many figures stood up in unison, among them many familiar faces, like Xu Qing’er and Nie Jun. These cultivators, who had wasted years within the Nanyang Treasure Land, were now tirelessly absorbing the treasures from the Law Storage Pavilion, daring not to slack off in the slightest.

“Carry on with your tasks,” Shen Yi nodded his head and headed straight for the spiraling staircase above.

He still hadn’t forgotten.

There was still one wooden door above that couldn’t be opened.

If he wasn’t mistaken, the key should be that White Jade Dao Medallion belonging to the Sect Master.

Arriving at the top floor of the Law Storage Pavilion, he looked at the wooden door in front of him with a tinge of nervousness and took out the Dao Plate from his finger ring, pouring all his aura into it.

He hadn’t noticed before.

But now, with just a single touch of his aura, Shen Yi felt something different about this White Jade Dao Plate.

Initially, entering the Return to Void Realm could barely activate the stone plaque, and it would take half an hour to open the Sect Gate Grand Array, but now that he had entered the middle stage of Returning Void, he had exhausted most of the aura in the Dao Palace.

Yet it was like a drop into the river, causing not the slightest ripple.

Fortunately, opening a door was not a big deal.

With white light spilling out from the crack of the door,

Shen Yi’s entire body was suddenly sucked in, and by the time his vision cleared, his surroundings had turned into a vast expanse of white,

as if inside a sea of clouds, utterly devoid of any impurity.

In the center sat a figure with kind eyes and a benevolent face, his hair and beard both white, clothed in a plain azure robe.

The old man opened his eyes and said with a smile, “Xuan Qing has arrived. What technique would you like to learn today?”

“Tsk.”

Shen Yi slightly frowned, staring at the old man before him, and gradually noticed something amiss.

A moment later, he tried to walk a couple of steps to the side.

The old man still stared at the doorway: “Xuan Qing has arrived. What technique would you like to learn today?”

“…”

Shen Yi slowly clenched his fist, feeling that the consciousness of the Nanyang Sect from top to bottom was not quite right.

He figured it out. This was just an illusionary shape.

Not to mention life, it didn’t even have consciousness.

Perhaps its only purpose was to provide a sense of care and companionship to that former Direct Disciple when he entered.

“What techniques are there?” Shen Yi asked.

“You, oh you.”

The old man gave a bitter smile and said warmly, “Xuan Qing, you always bite off more than you can chew. All the spiritual techniques here require great determination to cultivate to completion. You always learn one and forget one. If you do not change your ways soon, your master will have to send you away.”

Hearing the words ‘spiritual techniques’, Shen Yi raised an eyebrow,

It seemed he had stumbled upon something spectacular.

But quickly, he heard a prideful voice resound in his mind, a trivial memory carried by his insights from Tianyan Forty-Nine,

“With my talent, I can master all techniques, understand yin and yang, ascend to the Celestial Court, and achieve the supreme immortal name!”

The old man seemed to have heard this sentence too, or perhaps Xuan Qing always responded this way. He didn’t contradict, just showing a helpless smile: “You, you are going to suffer a great loss!”

Meanwhile,

Inside the Ancestral Master Hall, Xuan Qing, as if sensing the opening of that door,

stood in a daze for a long time, suddenly trembling all over. He stood up and walked toward the tall statue of the Ancestral Master, then placed his hardened face against the master’s boots.

“You were right.”

Inside the Ancestral Master Hall, only the gentle murmurs remained, along with the slowly drifting wisps of green smoke.

Unfortunately, some mistakes are ultimately irreparable, and even too daunting to contemplate.

Mortals and immortals are just too far apart.