Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 543 - 478 Borrowing the Soul of a Dragon
Chapter 543 -478: Borrowing the Soul of a Dragon Descendant, Forging My Path of Cultivation (5K)
Chapter 543 -478: Borrowing the Soul of a Dragon Descendant, Forging My Path of Cultivation (5K)
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Hiss–
The sharp tip of the lance scraped against the rough ground.
Shen Yi’s breathing was chaotic, and the bloodstains in his palm dyed the scales on the lance red as the moist lake breeze lifted the hem of his robe, the Nanyang pattern on his white robe looking somewhat dim.
The wailing of the Spirit Spear Technique caused extreme terror to the Dao Infant’s Five Organs.
The Heavenly Phoenix’s Indestructible True Form was just an ordinary Cultivation Technique, and even with the protection of the robe, he still sustained no small injury.
He collected the corpses of the five demons.
Shen Yi returned to the edge of the cliff.
This Dragon Descendant put more pressure on him than the Return to Void complete master of the Taoyuan Mountain Villa had.
Shen Yi’s every move was with full force.
Even with the gifts from Xuan Qing, the purple aura inside the Immeasurable Demon Emperor Palace had still dimmed quite a lot.
His entire aura was also somewhat wilted.
But when he set foot on the edge of the cliff, the people of the Yan Family all started to breathe rapidly.
The reason the Immortal Sect could get so much support from fiercely loyal followers,
aside from strength, the most important thing was the willingness to stand up and take charge.
Shen Yi might not have the foundation of the Immortal Sect for the time being,
but he really dared to stand up.
And… he could win.
In those calm eyes, it seemed as though a crazed beast was lurking, like a newly enthroned young lion king, who had just gone through battle, covered in wounds, licking his injuries all the while his gaze indifferently surveyed his subjects.
It made people dare not look him in the eye.
“…”
Under Shen Yi’s gaze, Yan Xianqing inexplicably felt short of breath.
Previous understanding of this young man mentioned his ruthless methods and peerless talent, but never his ruthlessness.
Not the brutality of killing, but the viciousness of a great figure about to rise.
He seemed silent, and his personality was not considered strict.
But he declared with his actions that he would tolerate no opposition from others.
By killing the Dragon Descendant on the cliff,
he completely cut off all the Yan Family’s paths of retreat, forcing them to be tied to the young Sect Master’s warship.
Yan Xianqing, a Baiyu Capital Cultivator, now had a bloodless face.
He raised his head and closed his eyes.
He exhaled the breath that was in his chest.
Yan Xianqing reopened his eyes, stepped out from the crowd, and bowed towards the figure holding the lance, “The Yan Family… greets the Sect Master!”
The sound spread through the mountain cliffs.
More than a dozen figures followed the clan leader and bowed respectfully, “Greet the Sect Master.”
Sect Master and Sect Master Shen, a difference of just one word, but the distinction was like heaven and earth.
With no other options available, the only choice was to follow the Nanyang Sect to the end, whether to die together or to live together!
“Family doesn’t need to be so formal.”
Shen Yi adjusted his breathing, casually glanced at the crowd, and stored the Dragon Lance into the finger ring.
It was indeed difficult, but the gains were still good.
“May I ask the Sect Master if the Yan Family needs to relocate to the Nanyang Treasure Land?” Yan Xianqing stood up straight. Now they had thoroughly angered the Southern Dragon Palace, and perhaps by taking advantage of the Formation of the Nanyang Treasure Land, with the combined efforts of the Yan Family and the main Sect, plus the care of the Nan Hong Seven Sons Alliance Sect, they could survive this calamity.
“No need, you figure out a way on your own and lay low first,” Shen Yi shook his head.
It wasn’t just the Yan Family members, even Liu Shiqian couldn’t help but cough twice: “…”
If he remembered correctly, the previous sentence was still talking about “family.”
“Xianqing understands,” Yan Xianqing said with a wry smile.
In the end, vassals are vassals, meant to die in front of the Immortal Sect, with the Yan Family outside to attract the rage of the Dragon Palace, the Nanyang Sect would have more room to maneuver.
“Xianqing will go prepare now, to escort you back to the Sect,” he said.
Having made a decision, he had to assume his proper position and do what a vassal should.
However, Shen Yi’s next words left everyone standing there stunned as if turned to stone.
“Tend to your own business, I won’t be returning for the time being.”
Shen Yi casually lifted his arm and opened his long fingers.
In the palm of his hand, a complex rune made from bloodstains was revealed to their sight.
Killing the Dragon Descendant had finally exacted a cost.
This rune, which could not be faded even by scraping with the lance or burning with purple phoenix flames, tied Shen Yi and the unseen Southern Dragon Palace in a tight bond of aura.
A similar tactic had been experienced once before with the Jiaolong of the Yangchun River.
Only this time it was clearly more formidable.
Hiding in He Dao Bao Di and waiting for Alliance Sect protection might be a good decision, as most likely, the Nan Hong Seven Sons would not stand idly by and watch the Nanyang Sect get bullied. It was entirely possible to take a gamble.
But he was not accustomed to leaving his life in the hands of others to decide, especially with so many acquaintances within the Nanyang Treasure Land.
He really couldn’t afford to lose.
Shen Yi withdrew his hand and with a somewhat shaky stride, headed down the cliffside.
Between the tall figures, that blood-stained white robe fluttered slightly, catching the eyes of the Yan Family and Liu Shiqian.
They all involuntarily narrowed their pupils.
Being cultivators of profound boundaries, how could they not know what this blood rune represented?
What a horrifying experience it would be to be targeted by the Dragon Palace?
Most people in Nan Hong probably couldn’t answer that question, because dead men tell no tales.
But in the Sect Master’s demeanor, it seemed like a trivial matter. If the clan leader hadn’t brought it up, he probably wouldn’t have even intended to show the blood rune.
“Heh… heh…”
The Yan Family members suddenly felt a bit suffocated.
It seemed they had guessed something wrong.
The Sect Master wasn’t asking the Yan Family to die for the Nanyang Sect; he simply didn’t want to concentrate all the targets of the Dragon Palace in one basket.
And then, the rest… would be handled by him alone.
