Junyu's Deed Done, Hiding Merit and Fame

As time passed, Xian Junyu's face had turned somewhat pale.

Maintaining the Myriad Manifestations Technique and his clones while also rescuing people placed an immense burden on him—a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal was not inexhaustible.

"Senior Disciple Brother, just stabilize the immortal ship and leave the rescuing to us!"

Seeing their senior brother's pale face, Luo Xuan, who was accompanying him, spoke with concern.

Xian Junyu did not insist; showing off at a time like this would be unwise.

"Alright, Junior Brother Luo Xuan, you all handle the rescuing. I'll focus on controlling the immortal ship!"

As they drew closer to the Heavenly Pillar, the waves grew larger. Continuing to sail on the sea was no longer viable—there was a risk of capsizing at any moment.

"Rise!"

Xian Junyu immediately cast a spell, and the immortal ship lifted off from the sea, taking flight.

The area near the Heavenly Pillar was a disaster zone. The Human Race there faced near-certain death, but adhering to the principle of abandoning no one, Xian Junyu still sailed the ship over.

As they approached further, obstacles appeared.

"Senior Disciple Brother, look!"

Luo Xuan pointed ahead in shock.

There, a thousand-meter wave was rushing toward them, its height already level with the immortal ship.

Seeing such a massive wave, Xian Junyu quickly assessed the situation.

With a wave this enormous, even if there were Human Race members near the Heavenly Pillar, they would have no chance of survival. Continuing forward was pointless.

If this thousand-meter wave crashed down, it would be a devastating disaster for any survivors. To give them a chance, he had to weaken the wave's force.

"Junior Brothers and Sisters, stabilize the ship. I'll handle this wave!"

At his words, the Jie Sect disciples took control of the immortal ship, joining forces to steady the Sky-Covering Immortal Ship.

Only after taking control did they realize how much effort it took to manage such a massive vessel. At that moment, their admiration for Senior Disciple Brother Xian Junyu grew even deeper.

Sustaining such a huge drain for so long while still rescuing people—his cultivation was truly formidable.

Meanwhile, Xian Junyu stood at the ship's bow, his gaze fixed on the thousand-meter wave. The Xiantian Spiritual Treasure, the Immortal Slaying Sword, appeared in his hand.

Dealing with this thousand-meter wave would have been no problem at his peak, but now it was a tremendous challenge.

He had only forty percent of his spiritual power left and couldn't use it all.

Maintaining the Myriad Manifestations Technique and his clones required thirty percent, meaning he had only ten percent freely available.

"But I seek a clear conscience!"

Xian Junyu burned ten percent of his spiritual power, swung the Immortal Slaying Sword, and sent out several dozen-meter Sword Qi strikes one after another, attacking the wave.

Yet against a thousand-meter wave, this attack was a drop in the bucket—like a drop of water into the sea, its effect far too small.

Because he was so close to the Heavenly Pillar of Mount Buzhou, Tongtian immediately sensed the presence of the Immortal Slaying Sword and Xian Junyu.

"Hm? Yu'er?"

"Ah! That reckless brat! I told him not to come out, and he still dares to wander around, even bringing disciples—infuriating!"

Immediately, Tongtian sent a voice transmission.

As Xian Junyu struggled against the wave, his master Tongtian's voice rang in everyone's ears.

"You have quite the nerve, openly defying this Saint's orders. Do you think I dare not discipline you?"

Hearing their master's voice, the Jie Sect disciples exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what to do.

Master! He found out! What do we do, what do we do!

The law doesn't punish the masses—if all Five Personal Disciples are out, what do I have to fear!

The senior disciple hasn't spoken yet, so why am I panicking...

Whoever speaks first gets the short end. The disciples tacitly stayed silent, all looking at the senior disciple standing at the bow.

Xian Junyu, while slashing at the wave with his sword, replied loudly:

"Your disciple knows this is unforgivable. I won't explain now, nor do I wish to. The Primordial calamity has descended, and I have things I must do. Please forgive me, Master!"

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"Once this matter is settled, I will come to you to accept punishment. But for now, I cannot stop!"

He accepted the charge of defying his master's orders, but at this moment, he absolutely could not turn back—that was his resolve.

"Fine words, Xian Junyu! What boldness! I have no time to deal with you now, but when you return to Mount Kunlun!"

Though Tongtian spoke of disciplining his audacious disciple back at Mount Kunlun, he still restored his spiritual power.

A ball of spiritual light descended from the sky, instantly replenishing Xian Junyu's spiritual power.

"Your disciple thanks you, Master!"

"Sword Qi Sweeping Across!"

With his power restored, he instantly consumed twenty percent of his spiritual power and unleashed supreme Sword Qi using the Upper Clarity Sword Art.

A single strike completely extinguished the Thousand-Meter Wave.

"No need to advance. Turn the ship around!"

Having dealt with the Thousand-Meter Wave, Xian Junyu directly ordered the ship to turn about and leave the Heavenly Pillar's range.

At the center of Mount Buzhou's Heavenly Pillar, Tongtian's actions were naturally observed by the other sages.

"This child possesses great compassion. Senior Brother has truly taken in an excellent disciple..."

Nuwa watched Xian Junyu save so many of the Human Race, feeling deeply moved as she silently committed this person to memory.

"What excellent disciple? He's nothing but an insolent brat. He doesn't deserve Junior Disciple Sister's praise!"

Tongtian shook his head helplessly.

He knew his own disciple's true nature better than anyone. This so-called great compassion was just him acting recklessly, relying on the favor he'd curried with the few here.

"Don't lose focus. Heaven and Earth have been propped up for now. Fellow Junior Brothers, follow me in stabilizing Water, Fire, Wind, and Earth. Junior Disciple Sister Nuwa, hurry and mend the heavens!"

As Laozi's words fell, all the sages acted in unison, beginning the work of repairing the sky.

Through the sages' combined efforts, the heaven-mending was completed flawlessly.

Meanwhile, Xian Junyu had been placing the groups of Human Race he'd rescued onto the lands along the shores of the Four Seas—East, South, West, and North.

On the shore of the East Sea, after setting down the last group, Xian Junyu prepared to leave.

Just then, tens of thousands of the Human Race knelt as one.

"The Human Race thanks the Immortal for saving our lives!"

"The Human Race thanks the Immortal for saving our lives!"

Tens of thousands shouted their gratitude, expressing their thanks. At a glance, it was quite a stirring sight.

"Heaven and Earth have changed. This is merely what This Humble One ought to do. Saving all living beings is the duty of us cultivators. There's no need for this!"

Having said this, Xian Junyu led his Junior Disciple Brothers and Sisters, mounting clouds and rising into the air.

"Immortal, please stay among the Human Race. Let us express our gratitude to you!"

An elder of the Innate Human Race stepped forward, hoping to keep this Immortal so they could serve him well and show their thanks.

However, Xian Junyu refused.

"Fate brings us together, fate parts us. Fate rises, fate falls. Today's separation is merely for a better reunion next time. There's no need to insist!"

Seeing that the Immortal could not be kept and was about to leave, this elderly Innate Human Race elder stood on the sandy shore and called out loudly:

"I beg the Immortal to leave his name, so that we may remember it. The Human Race will never forget the Immortal's grace for all eternity!"

But this time, Xian Junyu did not reply. He simply led his Junior Disciple Brothers and Sisters away from the East Sea shore, heading back to Mount Kunlun.

The same scene played out on the shores of all Four Seas.

"Immortal, Immortal..."

The deed done, he hid his merit and fame, taking not a single cloud with him. This was a true Immortal.

The Innate Human Race had thoroughly remembered the one who saved them. Though they did not know his name, they remembered his face.

Statues of Xian Junyu were erected among the Human Race, bearing the title: "Immortal Saint Ancestor," receiving offerings for generations to come.