Just as True Immortal Changsheng was secretly feeling relieved, a flash of thunder streaked across the void.
Like lightning falling from the heavens, True Immortal Qianyuan slowly walked out when the thunder light reached the valley.
Streams of purple lightning continuously surged out from his body, and sizzling electric currents crept along the ground toward the entire valley.
The Crimson Viper Swarms, already dizzy from the shockwaves of the Foundation Establishment battle, were instantly turned to flying ash by the lightning surging from the earth!
Seeing this scene, even True Immortal Changsheng in the void felt his scalp tingle slightly.
Thunder Technique Divine Abilities were simply this domineering!
He was at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, which logically speaking meant he was only a tiny bit behind True Immortal Qianyuan, but True Immortal Changsheng knew very well that if he really went up against his own Senior Brother Qianyuan, his Silver Armored Corpse King would probably be melted by the heavenly thunder in an instant.
The difference in combat power was not just a little bit.
Down on the earth, when the Long-Scaled Snake General—who had been heavily battered by the Silver Armored Corpse King—saw this scene, the despair deep within his heart reached its absolute peak.
True Immortal Qianyuan only needed to stand there, and that overwhelming pressure left him unable to muster any thoughts of resistance, let alone now when he was already severely wounded by the Silver Armored Corpse King?
He could only watch helplessly as the thunder filled the valley, turning his descendants all to ashes, and even leaving him numbed by the surging electric currents.
He wanted to open his mouth to beg for mercy, but the words reached the Crimson Viper General's lips and he choked them back.
Would begging for mercy be of any use?
It would be useless. He had, after all, cultivated for over two hundred years and was well aware of Mount Mao's attitude toward their kind of demons. Even if he had never harmed anyone, his chances would be slim, let alone the fact that he had swallowed well over a hundred travelers in these past years?
And he harbored the intent to kill the other party's younger generation.
Thinking of this, the Long-Scaled Snake General weakly slammed his head heavily against the ground, intending to meet the arrival of death with dignity...
Yet at this moment, True Immortal Qianyuan did not even let his gaze fall upon him, instead looking toward Zhong Bai, who was sitting cross-legged inside the invisible barrier and recovering his True Essence.
As soon as he arrived outside the invisible barrier, the entire invisible barrier vanished instantly. Looking at the spirit tablet standing in the center, True Immortal Qianyuan was momentarily startled, but quickly raised his hands above his head in a salute and said, "Qianyuan of the Law Enforcement Hall, pays respects to Patriarch Qinghe!"
He had indeed heard some tales about this Patriarch Qinghe; several hundred years ago, he was a Golden Core True Monarch!
Even if he had ultimately chosen to go serve in the underworld, he was still ultimately an ancestor of his own generation, and True Immortal Qianyuan could not afford to be negligent.
"Tsk tsk, you master and disciple really are of the exact same temperament. Foundation Establishment Peak, what a pity. In the current grand environment, wanting to attain the realm of Golden Core True Monarch has almost become an extravagant hope. If this were several hundred years ago, you probably would have stepped into the Golden Core realm long ago..."
Inside the tablet, Patriarch Qinghe's divine sense manifested, looking at True Immortal Qianyuan with a trace of emotion.
To this, True Immortal Qianyuan did not display any emotional fluctuation. The daily decreasing spiritual energy of heaven and earth was not a problem of just a day or two, and people across the world were troubled by it; he simply didn't feel like it was a big deal.
"Disciple Zhong Bai, pays respects to Master!"
"Disciple Four-Eyes, pays respects to Martial Uncle Qianyuan!"
Zhong Bai and Four-Eyes, who had been recovering their True Essence, woke up the instant Patriarch Qinghe spoke.
Regarding the arrival of his master, Zhong Bai was somewhat startled, but still wore a smile at the corners of his mouth.
Yet... deep down inside, he felt a trace of tension.
Why be nervous?
Because of his cultivation level!
One month down the mountain, and he was already at Qi Condensation fifth layer. This was not something that could be glossed over with the phrase "endowed with extraordinary talent."
Clearly, True Immortal Qianyuan had also noticed Zhong Bai's abnormality by now. His gaze carried a hint of scrutiny, and that unblinking stare caused Zhong Bai to involuntarily lower his head, not daring to meet his eyes.
However, True Immortal Qianyuan soon burst into laughter.
"Disciple, well done!
You managed to cultivate to the fifth layer of Qi Condensation in a single month. You needn't worry about your master having any thoughts about it.
Everyone has secrets; this is entirely normal. For you to cultivate to this realm so rapidly, it is impossible for you not to harbor secrets.
However, you don't need to be overly nervous either. A teacher for a day is a father for life; your fortuitous encounters will only ever belong to you, and your master will not covet them, nor will anyone present covet them!"
Qianyuan spoke these words with great weight, and Four-Eyes on the side clearly sensed they were directed at him.
To be precise, they were directed at their Corpse Herding Hall.
Ugh... Four-Eyes simply felt speechless.
He also knew that Junior Brother Qianhe's cultivation speed was somewhat abnormal, but he truly didn't harbor any malicious intentions.
Don't ask; if you ask, it's because he knew his own limitations.
Hearing his master directly lay the matter out in the open, Zhong Bai felt a slight release of tension while his earlobes burned with heat. It was just him being overly cautious and careful, yet Zhong Bai did not regret it; being cautious was the normal way to be...
"Master, disciple I—"
"You don't need to say it. I'll repeat the same words: as long as you, my disciple, are not slaughtering mortals to elevate your own cultivation realm, then there is nothing wrong. Not only will your master stand behind you, but the entire Mount Mao is your backing!"
Saying this, True Immortal Qianyuan looked toward Patriarch Qinghe, who was watching the show in silence, and said, "Patriarch Qinghe, do you think what Qianyuan says makes sense?"
"Pfft, you junior, playing the tiger's card to bark?
The old fellows from your Law Enforcement Hall in the Underworld are as numerous as the hairs on an ox, and each of you is practically about to become Mount Mao's supreme boss over there in the Underworld, yet you still come here to make fun of an old man like me.
Fine, fine. Little Qianhe, you can rest easy regarding what your master just said.
Mount Mao is still Mount Mao; if the sky falls, there are taller ones to hold it up. As long as you don't persecute mortals, nothing at all will happen!"
Ugh, Zhong Bai felt somewhat awkward and helpless. What on earth were they all talking about?
Yet it also seemed normal; under normal circumstances, unless someone cultivated evil arts through slaughter, how else could they advance so rapidly?
Was this a warning to himself?
"Patriarch Qinghe, Master, this disciple will absolutely never practice evil arts to harm ordinary people, it's just that this disciple's changes are simply something this disciple cannot explain."
"Stop!"
Qianyuan's gaze grew profound as he cut Zhong Bai off.
"Whatever secrets you possess, we have no interest in knowing them. Right now, we should first deal with that Foundation Establishment snake demon..."
Faced with True Immortal Qianyuan changing the subject, Zhong Bai felt somewhat relieved, while Four-Eyes, who had been pricking up his ears hoping to listen in, instantly wilted.
"Since you have already arrived, this old man will no longer linger in the mortal realm."
At this moment, Patriarch Qinghe smiled faintly.
"Qianyuan respectfully sends off Patriarch Qinghe...!"
True Immortal Qianyuan was startled for a moment before reacting quickly to respectfully see Patriarch Qinghe off as he departed.
"Four-Eyes, Qianhe, respectfully send off the Patriarch!"
He arrived quickly, and departed just as dashingly.
Patriarch Qinghe was even unwilling to exchange a single word with True Immortal Changsheng, who was guarding the snake demon up in the void, before leaving.
Seeing that Patriarch Qinghe had departed, Four-Eyes hastily packed Patriarch Qinghe's spirit tablet into his cosmos sack.
True Immortal Qianyuan watched this scene, his smile turning somewhat astonished.
Yet he quickly stopped looking further—well, hauling out the Patriarch's spirit tablet like this was entirely Four-Eyes's style.
Up in the void, True Immortal Changsheng, who watched Patriarch Qinghe vanish, also felt rather helpless. He knew very well why Patriarch Qinghe was unwilling to see him—cough cough, over these past few decades, he had sought Patriarch Qinghe's help a few times.
When it came to certain matters, seeing Patriarch Qinghe would only make him colder and more annoyed... well, master and disciple shared the exact same temperament.
"Senior Brother Qianyuan, how shall we dispose of this snake demon?"
Seeing Senior Brother Qianyuan approach, True Immortal Changsheng intended to hand over the disposal rights of the snake demon to True Immortal Qianyuan.
"Junior Brother Changsheng, a Crimson Viper Demon at the mid-stage of the demon general tier can still be considered a good harvest. Even if it is no longer of any use to the two of us, it is nevertheless a rare treasure for the disciples of Mount Mao.
Let us bring it back to Mount Mao. Be it its flesh, blood, tendons, bones, or its demon core and internal organs, all of it can be used to refine medicinal pills for the disciples of various halls to utilize."
True Immortal Changsheng approved of this decision as well, whereas Four-Eyes, following closely behind, merely felt the world spinning around him. He had originally thought he could make a massive windfall, but looking at it now, he would only be able to gather some leftover scraps.
Hearing the others discuss his own disposal plan right in front of him, the Long-Scaled Snake General had his final shred of dignity trampled into the dust and rubbed away.
Even so, he could only quietly await his own ending...
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Right, I'm already stockpiling chapters. When the book officially launches, I'll unleash a massive wave
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