Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 1363 - 800: Shen Yi from the Immortal Sect, Here to Collect You_2
Chapter 1363: Chapter 800: Shen Yi from the Immortal Sect, Here to Collect You_2
Admitting defeat without a fight, not even making a single move before surrendering, this isn’t just a simple matter of losing face, it’s clearly trampling on the dignity of the Three Immortals Sect for those monks to step on freely.
However, the truly shocking part was yet to come.
Just as Master Hao Ming was about to finish speaking, preparing to cup his hands toward the four First Rank giants, he barely lifted his arms when a gust of wind rushed toward him head-on.
His expression changed drastically, staring straight at the withered face that suddenly came close as the next moment, the monk from Xuantian Mountain’s fist, enveloped with the Golden River, fiercely pierced through his Tao Body.
Master Hao Ming flew backward like a ragged sack, crashing into the crowd.
The audience was in an uproar.
It was already disgraceful that the disciple of the Immortal Sect surrendered, but these monks went as far as not even allowing the opportunity for it.
"Sorry, I was too tense just now, I didn’t hear clearly."
The black and skinny monk withdrew his fist, lightly apologizing.
Master Hao Ming twitched slightly, his entire body wracked with tearing pain, coupled with the strange glances cast by his fellow disciples, the Immortals avoided him, as if he was filthy, not to be approached.
He could only curl his body tightly, wishing he could dig a hole to hide himself in it.
At this moment, a pale hand slightly covered his face, shielding him from those needle-like gazes, a Spiritual Light surfaced in the palm, helping him dissolve the Golden River within.
"..."
Master Hao Ming looked through the gaps of his fingers in a daze, discovering he had happened to fall beside the Tai Xu True Monarch.
And the other was calmly sitting cross-legged, the only cultivator among his peers not avoiding him.
He knew he had once offended this True Monarch, even attempting to drive demons to destroy the Immortal Temple on Heavenly Tower Mountain.
As he thought about this, a wave of sorrow hit Master Hao Ming, his voice filled with self-blame, "Brother... it was my cowardice... I couldn’t defeat him, I couldn’t give up the incense harvested in North Continent..."
What responded to him was not blame, but a clear and calm voice.
"There’s no need for self-blame."
Shen Yi looked ahead, speaking indifferently, "It has nothing to do with you."
Just a simple sentence, yet it moved the other disciples, for those monks from Xuantian Mountain were clearly not opponents they could contend with, but the other senior brothers and sisters, in order to understand more about these monks’ depths, didn’t hesitate to let them go up at the cost of breaking their own Dao Fruit and ending their future.
Such a simple matter, yet no one dared to speak up amidst the crowd.
Because these were also the intentions of the Golden Immortal elders.
Now, coming effortlessly from the mouth of their own chief disciple, it would greatly impact how the elders viewed him.
"..."
Many direct disciples’ expressions subtly changed, showing a bit of displeasure.
It was clearly a strategy laid out so that the Great Sect could ultimately seize the position of Immortal Emperor, placing the greater good first, so how did it become so unseemly when coming from Brother Taixu’s mouth.
After all, Tai Xu True Monarch was also watching coldly by the side; what right did he have to judge?
Unlike the others, a flash of shame crossed Li Shan’s face, glancing once more at his Master.
This time, Master Xuanwei hesitated slightly.
Though his own disciple was the Sect’s trump card second only to Tai Xu, continuing this way would crush the Three Immortals Sect’s momentum.
He could already foresee similar situations to Master Hao Ming’s happening all over.
Letting Li Shan take action to regain some face was better than directly letting Tai Xu be viewed by the monks.
"Alas."
Master Xuanwei nodded helplessly.
With his Master’s permission, Li Shan clenched his five fingers tightly, his gaze icy as he looked at the monk.
Yet, at the same time.
Shen Yi casually retracted the hand covering Master Hao Ming’s head, patted his clothes, and stood up. With just one step, his figure was integrated into the Taixu.
"Brother!"
Master Hao Ming hadn’t recovered from the gratitude of his counterpart saving him, and then witnessed this scene.
Most of the Golden River within him had dissolved, allowing him to turn over and reach out, trying to catch Brother Taixu, but his vision slightly twisted, and that Xuan Shang silhouette was already suspended above the Yellow Cloud!
"It’s over!"
Master Hao Ming’s heart skipped a beat; without turning around, he could feel the Seventy-two Cave Golden Immortals’ murderous gaze directed at him.
The concerns of the many direct disciples might have been selfish, but they were certainly true too.
But the one who should have had this concern the most was actually Brother Taixu.
Because of the recent actions of the adversary, they have long become a thorn in the side of the Bodhi Sect, yearning to crush them to dust. Countless Bodhisattvas have been watching them intently.
"Bastards!"
Ling Xuzi was almost infuriated to the point of fainting.
Shen Yi is a fortune bestowed upon Lingxu Cave, having already paved the front end of a resplendent path for himself. As long as nothing unpredictable happens, with the help of the Emperor, his position among the Twelve Golden Immortals is more than half secured.
Yet, this young lad’s mind is entirely set on ruining this brilliant avenue.
Those direct disciples have not yet taken action, Li Shan hasn’t stepped forward, so why are you Shen Yi rushing to the forefront?
"I..."
Li Shan couldn’t have imagined that just by looking a bit longer, he would have caused such an uproar. He turned back, dazed, to look at his master, only to find Master Xuanwei showing an unusually grim expression.
The other direct disciples were bewildered in succession.
He, he really went up?
Amidst the vast expanse of yellow clouds, even the disciples of both sects engaged in dueling couldn’t help but stop their actions and look toward the figure at the top of the Sky Curtain.
The numerous Bodhisattvas wore expressions of wild joy.
Among them, Miao Yin Monk was most ecstatic; he couldn’t have dreamt that, at the very start of the duel, they would manage to draw out this life-and-death adversary. How did such an impatient youngster become the foremost disciple of the Three Immortals Sect?
"..."
Emperor Dongji’s face darkened slightly. Indeed, he wanted to use this situation to pressure Shen Yi into submitting to the East Pole Emperor’s Mansion, but he never intended to stop him from becoming an Immortal Emperor.
If he couldn’t become an Immortal Emperor, then he would be of no use to him, and who would engage in such foolishness?
Thinking so, Emperor Dongji opened his mouth, even if it meant a bit of embarrassment, intending to forcibly send this Tai Xu True Monarch back.
But before he could, the voice of the young man had already spread through the clouds.
"Shen Yi of the Lingxu lineage of the Three Immortals Sect."
Golden Hairpin Xuan Shang Daoist Lord’s garments fluttered, his eyes serene, looking down at the monks below with a clear cold voice: "Please enlighten me."
"Madam..."
Shi Mu stood behind Lady Houtu, and upon hearing this, his expression subtly changed.
Although the Houtu Emperor’s Mansion does not concern itself with calamities and has no multitude of disciples to nurture, indifferent to incense offerings, it still belongs to the Three Immortals Sect and wouldn’t want those monks to take the lead.
"Still can’t see through it."
Lady Houtu sighed lightly, but her focus was apparently different from the others.
She just couldn’t understand why someone who could remain unabashed even before Emperor Dongji would suddenly appear uncertain when facing that young Chi Yun.
If her earlier hypothesis was correct, this Tai Xu True Monarch was subtly indicating that the Emperor was wrong, and the mistake was with this great calamity.
Then why would he exert himself to participate in this, seemingly eager for the great calamity to progress, more than anyone else?
If it were for the position of Immortal Emperor, then why seek such attention?
Observing cautiously like the other disciples, there might be at least a fifty percent chance of success, but as for now, it might be less than thirty percent.
This person’s complexity and contradictions prompted a bit of perplexity even in the heart of Lady Houtu, the esteemed Emperor.
No matter what others think.
The black and thin monk of Xuantian Mountain stood below the Daoist Monarch, licking his dry lips.
Shen Yi... cultivators who have reached the Third Grade Realm rarely keep using their lay names, mostly adopting the occupational titles given by the Immortal Sect, receiving a name from the Heavenly Dao after breaking through to Second Grade.
But whether it be Tai Xu True Monarch or Shen Yi, they’re just titles, incapable of deluding himself.
"This humble monk knows you, the foremost disciple of the Three Immortals Sect."
The black and thin monk displayed humility for the first time, pressing his palms together to salute Shen Yi, even tacitly acknowledging that the latter should be above him, without the intent of offering the Lotus Platform to compete in height.
He couldn’t surpass this Daoist Monarch.
But he could completely probe the authenticity of this foremost disciple for the sake of his fellow disciples.
At the moment the monk lowered his palms, a towering Golden Body, holding a pair of Demon-Subduing Pestles, quietly stood behind him, reaching so high you couldn’t see the top.
The duel had not yet begun, but he had already summoned the Dharma Aspect that the numerous disciples previously couldn’t force out.
As expected, this seemingly obscure Bodhi Sect disciple was truly the foremost disciple of the Ninety-nine Changes.
Unrushed, he donned a new monk robe, took out Buddha Beads hanging around his neck, and finally placed eight silver rings on each wrist, then looked up: "Please, Brother Taixu, enlighten us."
In response to the monk’s series of actions, Shen Yi amidst the Sky Curtain merely watched calmly, and even now, he stood empty-handed, having not drawn the renowned Non-action Sword.
