Ascension Tribulation
As they walked out of the pavilion, Ximen Laijun and the other two broke into a cold sweat. Shi Yue had actually entered the Tribulation Stage. He was probably preparing to ascend, which was only natural.
They had originally wanted to catch up with Shi Yue, but now it seemed they had been dreaming. The gap between them was plain to see.
The three exchanged glances, then shook their heads at each other, their mouths full of bitterness.
Shi Yue was warning them not to set their sights on the Immortal Herb Merchant Alliance. He was giving them too much credit. The Five Great Immortal Clans had already been battered and broken; who knew how long it would take them to recover? At the very least, it would take ten thousand years. It was no easy feat to raise a Mahayana cultivator, and the Devil Race had breached the strongholds of all five clans, carrying off vast quantities of Cultivation Resources.
By contrast, the Immortal Herb Merchant Alliance lacked neither Spirit Pills and Elixirs nor the means to cultivate Mahayana cultivators.
The three sighed and left.
Inside the pavilion, Shi Yue was chatting with Xiaoyaozi.
"I thought you were going to kill them. To be safe, it would be best to kill all the Mahayana cultivators outside the Immortal Herb Merchant Alliance, or place restrictions on them. That way, nobody could stand against the Immortal Herb Merchant Alliance," Xiaoyaozi suggested.
"I'm not bloodthirsty. That would go against my Dao, and there's no need to place restrictions on them. Restrictions can bind a cultivator's body, but not their heart. He who follows the Dao has many allies; he who forsakes it has few. The Immortal Herb Merchant Alliance will never vie for supremacy. It's enough to make money in