Longevity Strange Immortal-Chapter 572 - 6 What Blood Demon Sect, Noisy
Time flies by.
It has been more than three hundred and fifty years since Li Mo joined Qingcheng Sect.
In the later era of the Cultivation World, where mortality was replaced by Immortality, a thousand years seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, and the changes within most factions were minimal.
But the ancient Cultivation World was different; in three hundred years, countless factions rose and fell.
Even though Qingcheng Sect’s reputation in the South far exceeded that of ordinary sects, its decline was an undeniable fact, despite its continued self-proclaimed status as a large sect.
As for the storm stirred by the exiled immortal years ago, it had long dissipated without a trace.
The news of Luo Qiuzi’s death due to the exhaustion of his lifespan had spread far and wide, but Qingcheng Sect failed to clarify the matter, instead claiming that Luo Qiuzi had gone elsewhere seeking the opportunity to ascend to the Mahayana Realm and was missing.
Whether this could deter outsiders was hard to say, but internally, fear and unease had already spread.
The sect’s forbidden back mountain was no longer sacred ground; occasionally, a few servant disciples were sent to sweep the pathways leading deeper into the mountain.
"Chang Xi, do you think Qingcheng Sect is going to encounter disaster?"
"My second brother mentioned in his letter home that the nearby Blood Demon Sect has been restless, with demons attacking towns from time to time."
Two boys, barely twelve or thirteen years old, dressed in Daoist robes and holding brooms, walked toward the summit together.
"Don’t talk nonsense; in our home, people with crow’s mouths learn their lesson with a slap."
Chang Xi wore a worried expression and tapped Qiao Dayou’s shoulder with his broomstick. The latter scratched his head, letting out a hearty laugh.
"Dayou, what’s the point of fretting over this? In two years, we’ll leave the mountain; might as well go back home and enjoy the ordinary pleasures of life."
"But I still want to enter the Tao, hehe."
Both of them were servant disciples with low talent, their families having arranged for them to join the sect for prestige.
Still, some servant disciples chose to remain in the sect long-term. Chang Xi had heard that Old Zhou from the kitchen had been with Qingcheng Sect for over forty years.
Chang Xi couldn’t help but complain, "It’s not fulfilling. Immortal ascension isn’t fulfilling, cultivation isn’t fulfilling either."
Qiao Dayou offered no retort, instead helping Chang Xi sweep the stairs.
Arguing as they climbed, they arrived at the summit of the back mountain, surrounded by lush forest and a towering ancient tree nearly two or three hundred meters high.
Gathering their brooms, they climbed onto its branches.
Watching the sunrise, a captivated expression graced their faces. At least Qingcheng Sect’s scenery was unparalleled by anything in the mortal world.
"What a shame—dark clouds again. Wait, crimson-dark clouds..."
Chang Xi furrowed his brow, and in mere seconds, the ominous clouds had blanketed the sky, swiftly spreading toward Qingcheng Sect.
"That... that’s the Blood Demon Sect!!"
Qiao Dayou almost fell from the branch, but Chang Xi grabbed his arm just in time.
"What should we do? What do we do?"
The two were frozen with fear as Qingcheng Sect seemed to anticipate the attack. All the disciples rushed out, forming a massive sword array stretching miles in length.
"Blood Tide, do you think our Taoist domain is without protectors? How dare you cause chaos in Qingcheng Sect?!!"
Mountain Continent Taoist wielded a strong sword, his Lifebound Flying Sword emitting hundreds of traces of Sword Qi that barely managed to resist the Blood Sea with support from the Mountain Protection Array.
"Hehe, where’s Luo Qiuzi? Tell him to come see me."
Blood Tide enveloped the sky, his overwhelming pressure as a Body Integration cultivator becoming a tangible force. Confirming Luo Qiuzi’s aura was absent, waves of Demon Cultivators flooded forward.
He gave Mountain Continent Taoist no space for words or negotiation.
Promises of benefits were worthless compared to outright plundering. Large sects contained riches that could sustain a dozen mid-sized factions.
Mountain Continent Taoist faced Blood Tide helplessly; even though Blood Tide had sneakily advanced to the Body Integration Realm, he appeared utterly powerful, forcing the elder into temporary retreat.
"Hah!!"
A furious shout erupted from the back mountain as Qinglian Taoist, a late-stage Void Refining cultivator, confronted Blood Tide.
It was clear that after failing to reach Void Refining Perfection, Qinglian Taoist’s spirit had suffered irreparable damage, leaving body and soul injured.
Without hesitation, she employed a mystical technique to burn her foundation.
When the two clashed, the clouds scattered across the skies.
Qinglian Taoist was doomed to lose; she could only create as much commotion as possible, hoping other large sects in the Taoist domain might assist Qingcheng Sect in preserving its Taoist inheritance.
Mountain Continent Taoist carried a sorrowful expression, embroiled in battle with the Demon Cultivators alongside Qingcheng disciples.
He knew the sect’s destruction was inevitable; despite years of searching for allies among other large sects, no one lent a hand.
Ever since Luo Qiuzi exhausted his lifeforce, it seemed Qingcheng Sect had already been divided up beforehand.
On the surface, it was Blood Demon Sect attacking Qingcheng Sect, but in reality, at least seven or eight factions were waiting to scavenge it.
The death toll escalated as the conflict intensified.
The Mountain Protection Array trembled against the pressure from Body Integration cultivators, with cracks spreading through the rock walls of the surrounding mountains, threatening total collapse.
"Help! Help..."
Chang Xi had never witnessed such carnage—immortals they once revered reduced to fragments under the hands of Demon Cultivators.
The Supreme Elder, Qinglian Taoist, was nearing her end, repeatedly attempting to summon her Externalized Dharma Body but being thwarted by Blood Tide.
Blood Tide spared Qinglian Taoist’s life only to claim an intact corpse for refining—a prime sacrifice for his blood rituals.
"Hehe, you’re nothing but a paper tiger. What’s this Luo Qiuzi? Likely dead for centuries. Fine, I’ll turn your entire sect into a magic treasure for the Devil Sect."
Spitting blood, Qinglian Taoist sent a Divine Sense message, urging Mountain Continent Taoist to find a way to escape.
Mountain Continent Taoist simply shook his head.
Qingcheng Sect specialized neither in Escape Techniques nor stealth; breaking through the blockade of thousands of mountains was impossible. Better to die within the Mountain Gate and uphold the lineage of their ancestors.
The battle’s intensity spread to the back mountain.
The ancient tree’s cracks deepened, and Chang Xi and Qiao Dayou clung on, teetering perilously.
"Dayou, we’re going to die here... father and mother won’t even find my remains. I regret coming to Qingcheng Sect now."
Compared to Chang Xi’s despair, Qiao Dayou seemed notably calmer.
"Chang Xi, Old Zhou mentioned this ancient tree concealed mysteries—a few years ago, he witnessed Immortal Light erupting from its depths."
"What does Zhou Qi know? He’s just some delusional relic clinging to dreams of entering the Tao..."
Chang Xi’s complaint was interrupted as the cracks in the ancient tree fully split open, releasing a radiant light that illuminated the entire mountain.
"It turns out there truly is an immortal." Qiao Dayou dragged Chang Xi down the tree.
Before they could approach the Immortal Light, a figure stepped out. In that instant, the clash between Taoist and Demonic forces came to an abrupt halt.
"Who is it?!!"
Blood Tide’s face twisted as he fixated on the back mountain.
"Luo Qiuzi?! You’re alive? Hiding here in such a desolate place? Fine, fine, shouldn’t you wait until Qingcheng Sect’s demise to show up?"
Qingcheng Sect’s morale surged; the disciple sword array began to press Blood Demon Sect back.
Mountain Continent Taoist and Qinglian Taoist exchanged stunned glances—Luo Qiuzi had indeed perished.
Staring at the back mountain, they saw a familiar figure standing in place.
His appearance and aura were identical to Luo Qiuzi—had their master feigned death?
No, something was amiss.
The ancient tree—it was the exiled immortal...
Mountain Continent Taoist drew a sharp breath. The unresponsive immortal statue from centuries ago—was it truly a descended exiled immortal?
Blood Tide caught the fear in Mountain Continent Taoist’s eyes and became certain Luo Qiuzi was barely scraping by.
"Good that you’re alive. Today I’ll settle this grudge—Luo Qiuzi, I will refine you into a puppet filled with Spiritual Wisdom to endure eternal torment!"
Blood Tide charged forward, shattering the Mountain Protection Array.
To the observers, "Luo Qiuzi" merely scanned his surroundings, wearing a cryptic smile that made it clear he held no fear of Blood Tide.
"It appears this Immortal Bone... is just perfect for nurturing the Ten Thousand Sword Immortal Bone."
Li Mo noticed the Immortal Bone at the mountain’s base. It retained its Immortal Spirit Energy in full, likely due to Qingcheng Sect’s restraint in harvesting its Spirit Vein as they nurtured it.
"Die!!!"
Blood Tide emitted a piercing scream, forcing all cultivators to cover their ears.
Li Mo glanced at the Blood Sea, casually tracing the air with his fingers. The movements bore hints of Qingcheng Sect’s introductory sword technique.
Mountain Continent Taoist shivered; was the exiled immortal perceiving Qingcheng Sect’s Taoist inheritance?
But given the circumstances, could it be done in time?
In mere moments, Li Mo had fully mastered Qingcheng Sect’s sword techniques. The trajectory of his hand grew increasingly intricate, awe-inspiring to behold.
"He... he..." Mountain Continent Taoist suddenly understood that Luo Qiuzi was right: it had indeed been an immortal who saved him.
"Noisy."
Li Mo snorted and pointed a finger skyward.
Though he did not channel Spiritual Energy within his body, the raw strength of his Transcendance Tribulation Stage physique was unmatched.
Boom boom boom.
The compressed winds formed a single Sword Qi that swept through the Blood Sea.
With a single move, Blood Tide’s body was gravely injured; fragments of his internal organs rained down, leaving the Demon Cultivators around him stunned.
"My newly tempered physique at the Tribulation Stage—its control is still somewhat rough."
"AAAAhhhhh..."
"You’re not Luo Qiuzi—you’re absolutely not Luo Qiuzi!!!"
Blood Tide panicked, turning to flee without concern for his fellow sectmates as Qingcheng Sect seized the opportunity to counterattack.
Under the stupefied gaze of Chang Xi and Qiao Dayou, Li Mo picked up a stone.
"The Immortal Bone is mine. Luo Qiuzi, Qingcheng Sect’s future troubles have nothing to do with me."
Swoosh.
The stone flew out.
The skies cleared instantly, sunlight flooding Qingcheng Sect’s back mountain.
Blood Tide was annihilated, soul scattered; the stone, imbued with Tribulation Stage vitality, was far beyond what a Body Integration cultivator could withstand.
Li Mo descended to the mountain’s base, grabbing hold of the slope with his hands.
In moments, the mountain shook as it slowly rose.
In the Cultivation World, the conventional Moving Mountain Skill meant extracting Spirit Veins.
Li Mo, however, was lifting a thousand-meter-tall mountain bare-handed, without revealing a trace of Spiritual Energy—a feat beyond comprehension.
Arriving at the Spirit Vein’s location, he absorbed the hundred-meter-long Immortal Bone into the Corpse Mountain Mini World.
"Four hundred years have passed. I must set the game pieces and then seek a Blessed Land Cave Heaven to pursue Immortal ascension."
He gently replaced the mountain, then leapt into the sky with immense force, vanishing instantly, leaving behind a mile-wide crater.
Mountain Continent Taoist shouted at the top of his lungs, "Farewell, Supreme Elder Luo Qiuzi!"
The Creation Book revealed memories related to Qingcheng Sect. The sect’s destruction coincided with the turbulent upheavals of early celestial changes.
