The True Master
"Nine-Revolutions Green Wood grows only one inch per year. After a million years, its trunk will be as tall as a mountain, and after a billion years, its canopy will be as lush as the stars. Its fruit can extend one's life by tens of thousands of years. It is definitely a rare and precious longevity elixir. Kid, you actually managed to get your hands on this stuff."
The old snake was indeed a discerning person; it recognized the origin of the fruit at a glance.
"That old man brought it to make medicine. If I hadn't stopped him, the fruit would have ended up in his stomach."
Upon hearing Yi Yun's words, the old snake burst into laughter. "Chen Xue really has an eye for talent; I wasn't wrong about you. This fruit is truly a fine product!"
The old snake cherished life and hadn't had enough of living. He was eager for any medicine that could prolong life, especially a divine medicine like the Nine-Revolutions Green Wood Fruit. It could not only prolong his life but also replenish his vitality and provide some minor relief for his previous injuries.
The old snake played with the Nine-Revolutions Green Wood Fruit for a few moments, then threw it directly into its mouth. The fist-sized Nine-Revolutions Green Wood Fruit was swallowed whole by the old snake.
Yi Yun was dumbfounded. "You just ate it like that? Aren't you going to use it for alchemy?"
"Eat? How could I bear to eat it like that?" The old snake finally managed to swallow the fruit, and said indistinctly, "I'll swallow the whole fruit into my dantian first, and use its life essence to slowly nourish the injury in my dantian, and then slowly refine it later."
As the old snake spoke, he noticed that Yi Yun was still looking at him with a strange expression. "Kid, what are you looking at!"
"I mean... you swallowed such a huge fruit in one gulp, you weren't really a snake, were you...?"
Yi Yun was jokingly teasing the old snake, but the old snake rolled its eyes at him and said leisurely, "I have some Teng Snake blood, but it's not pure. The Snake Woman is the same. Many years ago, I saw that she was lonely and pitiful, and since we are from the same lineage, I took her as my disciple. However, the ancestral inheritance has long been lost, and the cultivation techniques I have practiced in my life are unrelated to it. My Fighting Saint Body is not suitable for women to cultivate, so I did not pass it on to the Snake Woman."
The old snake spoke calmly, using its vital energy to transmit its voice.
Yi Yun was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he had heard the old snake talk about these past events. It turned out that the old snake really was related to snakes.
The Five Elements Law have their corresponding mythical beasts: the Azure Dragon belongs to Wood, the Vermilion Bird to Fire, the White Tiger to Metal, the Black Tortoise to Water, and the last one, Earth, is the Teng Snake.
Yi Yun finally understood why the Snake Woman's blood had been able to activate the Kanglong Ding; it was no coincidence that the Teng Snake possessed the bloodline of the Dragon Emperor.
"No wonder you wanted the Dragon Emperor Art..."
Yi Yun suddenly realized that the legacy of the old snake ancestor had been lost. If he wanted to cultivate the supreme martial arts, he would naturally want the <Dragon Emperor Art>, which was compatible with his bloodline. There was probably also a desire to restore his clan in this.
"Indeed, my bloodline gives me a special affection for the Kanglong Ding, but I have tried before, and even my blood cannot activate the Dragon Soul within the Kanglong Ding."
The old snake shook his head; he was, after all, still human, and the difference in bloodline between him and the Dragon Emperor was too great.
"What are you going to do with these people?"
The old snake suddenly spoke, and all the disciples of Myriad Gods Ridge present tensed up upon hearing it.
The old man before them was unfathomable, and they both felt immense pressure in the face of the old snake.
Yi Yun glanced at these people, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
He didn't have a good impression of Myriad Gods Ridge. Like father, like son; there weren't many good people in the Myriad Gods Ridge sect, and many of these Myriad Gods Ridge disciples were courting death!
However, Yi Yun did not want to kill them. There were quite a few experts among them, and they would be very troublesome if they fought desperately.
Yi Yun said, "I don't have the habit of letting my enemies go. If I let you go today, you might retaliate against me tomorrow."
Hearing Yi Yun's words, everyone present felt a chill in their hearts. It wasn't that they hadn't considered fighting to the death, but they were unaware that the old snake was injured. In their eyes, the old snake was an unfathomable and invincible being. Add to that Yi Yun, whose strength was not to be underestimated either. He was capable of killing Cang Wu and had also refined the indestructible Kanglong Ding, making him both offensive and defensive. No matter how they looked at it, they had no chance of winning.
"I demand that you sign a pact, submit to us, and never betray us for ten thousand years! After ten thousand years, you are free to leave or stay!"
This is the best solution Yi Yun could think of: ten thousand years, giving them hope, which most people can bear.
The old snake said, "That's a good method, but as long as they submit to you, this old man has no interest in taking in these slaves."
"Good."
Yi Yun nodded. In fact, this meant that Myriad Gods Ridge was now under Yi Yun's control. Having such a large sect could do many things for him, such as gathering information and finding medicinal herbs.
Upon hearing Yi Yun's condition, all the disciples of Myriad Gods Ridge fell silent for a moment.
Many people opened their mouths, but couldn't utter a single word. Submitting to the old snake was one thing, but to submit to a junior like Yi Yun? How could they possibly feel comfortable?
But if you don't submit, you might lose your life, while if you submit, it's only a matter of ten thousand years. As long as you endure this time, the road ahead is long.
Moreover, upon closer reflection, with Yi Yun's talent, it won't be long before he becomes a Divine Lord, and he'll likely be unmatched even among Divine Lords. In that case, it wouldn't be a waste of their potential.
"I surrender..."
An elder spoke up.
With the first person taking the lead, more people followed, and the younger generation was quick to agree. Although signing a contract was a disgrace, it was already quite good that they could preserve their autonomy.
At this time, the Song Family and Zhang families were the ones who were having the hardest time.
These two Lineage had been targeting Yi Yun in various ways before, and now that Yi Yun is about to become the true master of Myriad Gods Ridge, they are both feeling bitter. How can they possibly live their lives from now on?
It's ironic, really. Just a few days ago, Feng Yunyang had only become the next sect leader, yet he had already attracted the envy of countless people.
Now, Yi Yun is the true master of Myriad Gods Ridge, holding a position equivalent to that of the Myriad Gods Ancestor, and controlling their destiny!
The Myriad Gods Ancestor originally intended to use Yi Yun to refine medicine, but now, everything the Myriad Gods Ancestor prepared has benefited Yi Yun, and even the sect has become Yi Yun's. If the Myriad Gods Ancestor thought of all this before he died, I wonder what he felt.
One by one, almost everyone chose to submit, Yi Yun placed a soul imprint in their soul seas.
This kind of soul imprint is the gentlest; unlike the Myriad Gods Ancestor, whose servants would die along with their master upon his death.
At this moment, Yi Yun walked up to Song Zhanchen and Zhang Tianxing. Facing Yi Yun, the two were terrified. When they saw the soul imprint that Yi Yun had condensed, their lips twitched violently.
They discovered that the soul imprint Yi Yun had condensed this time was different. When their senses connected with the soul imprint, they could clearly feel the contents of the contract within it. Not only did they have to submit to Yi Yun, but their consciousness also had to be controlled by Yi Yun, and even their lives and deaths were in his Yi Yun. Moreover, the time required was ten times longer than for others, lasting for 100,000 years!
This is already a true Slave Seal, only it's not permanent.
Yi Yun coldly looked at Song Zhanchen and Zhang Tianxing. He was too lazy to ask them their choices. He didn't have the patience for that. If they didn't submit, he would just kill them.
Song Zhanchen and Zhang Tianxing's lips twitched. They felt as if their spines had been ripped out. If it were just them, they could still hold their heads high, but they knew that if they did not submit, both the Zhang and Song Family might be wiped out of Myriad Gods Ridge by Yi Yun.
They could not bear to watch their Lineage, who had endured for so long in Myriad Gods Ridge, vanish into nothingness because of their mistakes. They had no choice but to bow to Yi Yun and say, "I submit..."
Yi Yun remained expressionless and directly released the Soul Imprint. The gray Soul Imprint transformed into a stream of light and flew into the space between Song Zhanchen and Zhang Tianxing's eyebrows. The two trembled, and when they opened their eyes again, the humiliation and resentment in their eyes had disappeared, replaced by respect and obedience.