Zhang Yuxian fully unleashed his Dharma Avatar, its overwhelming pressure blanketing the sky.
Lu Ze, however, faced him in a leisurely manner. He seemed completely unaffected, which surprised Zhang Yuxian a little.
A bolt of purple lightning descended from the heavens. The ferocious Buddha avatar behind Zhang Yuxian slowly dissipated, and the tension in the area finally eased slightly.
"Elder Zhang, you must not speak nonsense."
Zhao Wendao looked at Zhang Yuxian with dissatisfaction, his tone already turning somewhat hostile.
"Lu Ze is a true disciple of my Lingxiao Sect. His reputation is the reputation of our Lingxiao Sect... Are you actually slandering him by saying he has fallen to the demonic path!?"
Hearing this, Lu Ze could not help but curl his lips.
Reputation...
He had lost that a long time ago.
"A disciple of your Lingxiao Sect is actually trying to exonerate a demonic cultivator. What crime should this be considered?"
Zhang Yuxian was unrelenting, seizing upon Lu Ze's words about wanting to let that demonic cultivator go. Even when facing Zhao Wendao, he did not back down in the slightest.
"..."
Zhao Wendao paused.
Whether it was Zhong Yi or Lu Ze, both were his precious disciples.
With two of them speaking up for that demonic cultivator in succession, there was likely a hidden truth to this matter. Those street rumors were very likely not unfounded.
But sitting in the position of Great Elder, there were indeed some matters that were difficult for him to interfere with.
"Although this request is unreasonable... it is, after all, the reward for the first place. Delaying this matter slightly to interrogate him before execution is not completely out of the question."
"No."
Zhang Yuxian sneered and shook his head.
With a wave of his large hand, the massive array in the center of the Demon Execution Platform lit up.
The next moment,
the young demonic cultivator known as Master Qing, along with the mortal girl with a dirty face, were teleported directly here from the depths of the dungeon.
"Demonic cultivators..."
"Must die!"
Zhang Yuxian roared furiously.
Under the despairing gazes of the young man and the girl, Zhang Yuxian's ferocious Buddha avatar appeared once again.
Purple lightning surged at Zhao Wendao's fingertips.
After a moment of hesitation, he extinguished the purple lightning and turned his back with a complex expression...
...
...
At the borders of the Great Qian Kingdom, deep within the Sunset Immortal Valley.
A scruffy, burly male cultivator had just exited the illusion realm, exhaling a breath of impure qi with a complicated mood.
Qin Ming had just lent his spiritual energy to three strangers, his fellow cultivators, helping them to slay Shi Dan and save Su Di'er.
Recalling everything he had experienced in the illusion realm, he could not help but rub his eyes.
"Illusion realms, illusion realms... I always heard Old Huang babbling about this stuff, but I never expected it to be so profound and mysterious!"
After muttering to himself for a bit, he entered the illusion realm again and opened the forum section for This Demonic Cultivator is Not Too Cold.
Players were still tirelessly and enthusiastically discussing everything related to the illusion realm.
[Let me show everyone the paper crane my Su Di'er folded for me.]
[Fellow Daoists, let us share a thousand ways to torture Shi Dan.]
[Just cleared it, feeling complicated... I plan to start over. This time, I will never let Su Di'er temper her body and step onto the path of cultivation...]
[How is the illusion realm ranking? Can I get first place?]
...
After briefly skimming through a few posts and sharing his own thoughts, Qin Ming made another post:
[Are there any other fellow Daoists who need to borrow spiritual energy? Leave your names quickly.]
As soon as the post went up, someone quickly responded.
[Holy crap! Which number is this? Can you hold up, fellow Daoist!?]
[This is the fourth one, right... You are way too fierce, fellow Daoist! Will your spiritual energy not be overdrawn?]
[Immortal Qinming... Your Excellency could not actually be an immortal, right?]
[Me, me! Big boss, help me!!]
...
Immortal Qinming was Qin Ming's screen name.
Originally, he wanted to use his Daoist title, Daoist Qingming, but unfortunately, that name had already been taken, so he casually used a homophone.
As for his spiritual energy being overdrawn...
Merely sharing a bit of Golden Core realm spiritual energy was easier for him than breathing for an ordinary person.
Just as Qin Ming was about to help the fourth netizen, a highlighted post was suddenly pushed in front of him:
[The Past and Present Lives of Su Di'er: Will She Also Lose Her Li Ang?]
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
