Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

The Hongmeng Purple Qi stripped away from his body, returning to the Dao Palace before being absorbed into his forehead.

Devoid of the reflection of the purple-gold flames.

The ink-robed figure reverted to the ordinary, seemingly just a reserved and handsome young man.

But the pressure he exerted on the surrounding cultivators was far greater than that of General Dao Hai before him.

The once turbulent expanse of Wang Yang suddenly calmed down.

Only the shallow breathing of the cultivators nearby remained.

Is he dead?

They stared collectively at the figure stained red with blood plasma; his chest still heaving, as if he would burst forth in violence at any moment.

It was a wariness towards the ferocious will of the Aquatic Race from the Dragon Palace.

"..."

Shen Yi casually collected it into his finger ring.

He had never seen a demon revive after the panel provided a notification.

"Even more astonishing than reported in the letter," Yan Xingyuan muttered after a long silence, exhaling deeply.

His reason for staying was to see if there was a chance for a turnaround... Whether it was character or strength, the so-called Sect Master of Nanyang had to perform in some way to give the Yan Family a glimmer of hope.

But now, it seemed far beyond his expectations.

The young cultivator described in the letter, disregarding the exaggerated flattery of Yan Wencheng, and speaking purely of boundary and cultivation, didn't even have the right to speak in front of General Dao Hai.

Now, it seemed like the situation was reversed.

Wen Qiujin, however, was fixated on the black-glowing flying sword pendant at Shen Yi's waist, lost in a trance.

He had been in business his entire life, and it seemed like he had stumbled upon the most profitable deal out of the blue.

To say he didn't harbor resentment and rage before would be a lie.

After all, he had been careful his whole life precisely to avoid offending people, yet he still suffered an unwarranted calamity.

But now it was different.

No matter how valuable the floating island was, it was still an inanimate object.

For the Shuiyue Commerce Alliance, the most precious thing was the tiger skin they touted while guaranteeing their goods.

Now it appeared that this tiger skin banner was both ferocious and protective of its own.

Without uttering a word, it struck directly, and the infamous General Dao Hai met a fate almost indistinguishable from his adoptive father.

"..."

Wei Yuanzhou stood above the sky, his gaze not falling on Shen Yi but looking towards the void.

Just moments ago, a five-story Dao Palace stood there.

The Hongmeng Purple Qi within it might disconcert any cultivator among the Nan Hong Seven Sons.

Compared to the two spiritual laws revealed by Shen Yi, that was what truly surprised Wei Yuanzhou.

After all, spiritual laws were things that everyone had learned to varying extents.

But the Dao Palace was different; even though he could now casually envision a first-grade Dao Pillar and was not lacking in precious materials, he had no chance to revisit something that hadn't been perfected before.

Tsk.

Such individuals with extraordinary talents truly inspired envy.

Wei Yuanzhou sighed softly, but soon gathered his composure. The stability of the Dao heart in those who ascended to Baiyu Capital couldn't be imagined by ordinary people.

Moreover, innate talent is not necessarily better the stronger it is.

The path of cultivation is too long; it's not about who moves faster, but who goes further.

Isn't there a living example within the Nanyang Sect right now?

It was just a brief emotive interlude.

He directed his gaze toward Shen Yi below and gave a slight bow, "We won't count this time. If there's another chance in the future, I will provide an explanation on behalf of Yuan Ling."

With that, Wei Yuanzhou's figure gradually disappeared from the spot.

"Hm?"

Shen Yi slightly raised his eyes, "What instructions, and who is Yuan Ling?"

Seeing the other party had already left, he couldn't be bothered to ask further.

He wasn't too interested in these matters.

He remembered the reminder from Senior Xuan Qing before he left the sect, to look for the Yan Family.

Shen Yi's gaze swept over the area below and quickly spotted Yan Wencheng, who had already drawn closer.

He then stepped forth.

As his ink robe fluttered, the cultivators around him promptly kept their distance.

The show was over; no one wanted to be made an example of next.

However, today's spectacle wasn't for nothing, at least it made clear that within Hongze, or even just Nan Hong, the Nan Hong Seven Sons were still unafraid to contend with the Dragon Palace.

"We pay our respects to Sect Master Shen."

Zheng Qian and several others landed on the treasure ship and bowed in unison to Shen Yi.

Yan Xingyuan also bowed his hands in respect, demonstrating the treatment Shen Yi had earned through his strength that day.

However, he didn't speak, unlike these Pure Moon Sect disciples. He couldn't freely express his position; everything needed to be reported back to the clan, and the clan leader would make the decisions.

However, Wen Qiujin suddenly froze in place.

Sect Master Shen?

He suddenly remembered the casual decision Shen Yi had made earlier and his expression became increasingly strange.

Wen Qiujin had guessed Shen Yi's status was high, but never imagined it was to such an extent...almost as if it was bursting at the seams.

"After Xingyuan returns to the clan, he will definitely report today's events truthfully. We ask for the Immortal's forgiveness."

In this region of Nan Hong, aside from the top-notch forces like the Nan Hong Seven Sons, there are those large sects that possess a Union Dao giant; they are all esteemed and above the common rabble.

If those aren't counted, then a force like Baiyu Capital Cultivator, seated in power, is genuinely first-rate.

A clan like the Yan Family, with such a scale, any movement they make can impact the entire Nan Hong situation.

Yet Yan Xingyuan, as a great cultivator who had stepped into the Full Circle of Returning Void, had no hint of self-importance and still addressed Shen Yi as an Immortal.

"Hm."

Shen Yi nodded slightly, not in a hurry.

One must eat meal by meal, after all.

Considering the alternative, if he were a Baiyu Capital Cultivator and had to pledge allegiance to a young man at the Fifth Level of Returning Void, henceforth obeying his orders and leading a clan on adventures, he would similarly have reservations.

As long as one's strength was sufficient, all these matters would naturally fall into place.

"How much have you lost?"

Shen Yi thought of the group of Qinghai Prefecture disciples; they were quite lucky. Because he had previously accepted many administrators, Jing Jingsong notified the Prefecture early on to evacuate, and they had almost all withdrawn.

"Reporting to the Sect Master, there has been no loss."

Wen Qiujin suddenly grew a bit nervous, even though he was usually in a high position, he couldn't help feeling a bit confused when truly facing such a terrifying giant.

He was still the same person, but compared to last time, he seemed inexplicably more majestic.

"As soon as Qiujin received the scouts' message, he led everyone on the island to evacuate. By the time General Dao Hai arrived, it was only an empty island."

Wen Qiujin did not mention the loss of wealth.

As long as the people were there and the path remained, he was confident in earning these things back.

"That's good."

Shen Yi nodded again and casually said, "Since you're looking to rebuild the Commerce Alliance, have you considered joining Nanyang Sect as an administrator before that?"

There were many cultivators who could fight, but few had nimble minds and broad knowledge.

"Qiujin thanks the Sect Master for your grace; this truly solves a most pressing problem."

Wen Qiujin bowed deeply and said with a wry smile, "This junior has been worrying about where to store the cargo in these hundred treasure ships."

"Store it all in Nanyang Sect then."

Shen Yi generously waved his sleeve.

Conveniently, he wouldn't even need to leave home to borrow things from now on.