Celestial Venerable, Spare My Life

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Streams of colorful escape lights whistled through the air as a group of cultivators, riding these lights, rushed towards Dongshan.

"Huh? Master, look, why are Senior Brothers fighting?"

Within the escape lights, a young girl suddenly pointed at the spiritual lights whistling through the air above Dongshan and said in surprise to an old man beside her.

"Of course, they'll fight."

The old man chuckled dismissively. "Some random cultivator who appeared out of nowhere dares to compete with our Yanhsia Grotto-heaven for resources? Isn't that courting death?"

As he spoke, the old man turned to the girl beside him. "Lin Jia, you must remember. In the world of cultivation, strength reigns supreme. Might makes right. So, when you need to act, you act. There's no room for discussion."

"Yes!"

Lin Jia bowed respectfully, accepting his teaching.

"Dong..."

Just then, a clear, resonant bell chime suddenly rang out from Dongshan.

As the bell chime sounded, heaven and earth trembled.

Invisible ripples swept out, instantly pulverizing the cultivators who had been fighting into dust.

"Ah! Damn it!"

"Villain, how dare you!"

"You still dare to attack? You dare to kill someone from our Yanhsia Grotto-heaven? Villain, I'll grind your bones to dust!"

The cultivators within the escape lights, seeing their fellow disciples from before annihilated before their eyes, were instantly consumed by rage.

They urged their escape lights faster, and weapons flashing with spiritual light appeared in their hands. The cultivators, filled with murderous intent, charged towards Dongshan.

"Do you see? Strength is a cultivator's capital for traversing the world, but a Sect is a cultivator's foundation."

Even at this moment, the old man had not forgotten to teach Lin Jia.

"The cultivator just now killed five people from our Yanhsia Grotto-heaven in one blow, which can be said to be extraordinary strength. But he is alone and weak, how can he contend against the might of our entire Sect? In the end, he can only meet his demise."

"Lin Jia, you must remember, a Sect is a cultivator's foundation. With a Sect as your backing, you can go further."

"Yes."

The young girl Lin Jia once again bowed respectfully, accepting his teaching.

In just a moment, the group of cultivators arrived at Dongshan.

Seeing the figure in white standing on the mountaintop, the cultivators didn't say a word. They raised their weapons and charged forward.

"Villain, you stole our Yanhsia Grotto-heaven's source ore and still dare to kill our people, you have immense gall. Die!"

A black-faced old man leading the charge roared, swinging out a large seal imbued with swirling mist and radiance. The seal flashed with spiritual light, transforming into the shape of a colossal mountain that descended with overwhelming force.

At the same time, the other cultivators also unleashed their weapons.

Instantly, the entire peak of Dongshan was engulfed in swirling winds and surging spiritual light that shot towards the heavens. Weapons flashing with spiritual light tore through the sky, crashing down.

"Do you see? This is the power of a Sect."

The old man nodded with a smile. "In the face of a powerful Sect, individual strength is utterly insignificant."

As he spoke, the old man turned to look at Lin Jia.

To his surprise, what he saw on Lin Jia's face was not admiration for the Sect's power, nor pride in the Sect, but... terror! Terror as if she had committed some unforgivable sin!

Lin Jia's face was deathly pale, her finger pointing at the peak of Dongshan. Her body trembled, and she stammered, seemingly wanting to say something but unable to form the words.

"What's wrong?"

The old man was stunned and asked Lin Jia in surprise.

"Ah..."

Lin Jia suddenly cried out. "It's him! It's him! It's him! Don't attack! Don't attack! We're finished! We're completely finished!"

"Lin Jia!"

Seeing Lin Jia's terrified state, the old man couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. He let out a shout at Lin Jia.

The old man had initially held Lin Jia in high regard, but seeing her reaction now left him deeply disappointed. Facing such a minor conflict, without any real danger, she could still be so scared? Truly hopeless.

Among the few celestial seedlings brought back from the edge of the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Ground, this girl named Lin Jia was particularly outstanding. The old man, an elder of Yanhsia Grotto-heaven, had even personally taken her as his disciple.

He had meticulously guided her all the way, hoping she would achieve great things and bring glory to their lineage. He never expected her to be so cowardly; it was truly disappointing.

"Lin Jia! What's wrong with you!"

The old man was furious, his face stern as he reprimanded Lin Jia.

"Ah? Master?"

Lin Jia's body jolted as if she had woken up. She quickly grabbed the old man's sleeve, her expression panicked, and cried, "Master, we're not dead yet? That's great. That's great. Master, let's escape quickly! Let's escape!"

"Insolent!"

The old man trembled with rage and roared at Lin Jia, "This little bit of fighting can scare you this much? You've truly disappointed me."

"Fighting? What fighting? Master, look back!"

Lin Jia trembled all over, pointing to the peak of Dongshan. "Master, it's him! It's him! Look back!"

"Hm?"

The old man suddenly felt something was wrong and quickly turned his head towards the peak of Dongshan.

"Ah..."

Seeing the scene before him, the old man's body trembled, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

He finally understood what Lin Jia meant by "What fighting?".

There was indeed no fighting.

The white-robed figure on the peak hadn't moved at all.

A massive seal, like a mountain, smashed down. With a "poof," the seal turned into flying ash and vanished.

A gleaming sword slashed down from above. With another "poof," the sword turned into smoke and disappeared without a trace.

The cultivators of Yanhsia Grotto-heaven, using all their might, continuously attacked the figure on the peak. Various weapons, various secret treasures, various spells, rained down like a torrent.

However...

Before they could even reach the white-robed figure, they were shattered by an invisible wave, turning into dust.

How could this be called fighting! It wasn't even enough to tickle him!

"What kind of cultivation is this! Who is this person?"

The old man trembled all over and suddenly turned to Lin Jia. "Do you know that person? Who is he? Who exactly is that person?"

"It's him! Master, have you forgotten? That's Supreme... oh no, that's the Dao Ancestor!"

Lin Jia stammered as she spoke to the old man.

"Ce... Celestial Venerable?"

The old man's face turned pale, and he quickly looked towards the white-robed figure on the peak.

Upon seeing this, the old man couldn't help but let out a wail. "It really is the Celestial Venerable!"

"Spare me! Celestial Venerable, spare me! Stop fighting! Please stop!"

The old man shouted in terror, but... it was already too late.

"Dong..."

A clear bell sound rang out.

A wave that shattered everything swept across the four directions.

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!"

As the sound wave passed, all the cultivators who had attacked Li Yu trembled, instantly turning into piles of dust, scattering and falling with the wind.

"Celestial Venerable... spare me!"

Only the old man's mournful cries echoed in the air.