Though My Life Is Nigh, I Can Still Suppress You for a Hundred Years

The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect stood above the clouds, looking down at Three Immortal Island with disdain.

In their eyes, the lands beyond the East Sea were nothing but barbaric, impoverished backwaters, how could they compare to their Kunlun Mountain?

This arrogant attitude alone showed that their visit was far from well-intentioned.

Although they claimed to be visiting Ye Changqing, in reality, they were just looking for an opportunity to mock and ridicule him.

Bixiao, known for her fiery temper, brandished her fists and was about to leave the island to teach them a lesson.

However, Ye Changqing stopped them all; it was not the time to act out.

Guang Chengzi, seeing no movement from Three Immortal Island, couldn't help but furrow his brow and look towards Daoist Randeng in the sky.

Daoist Randeng rode a five-colored divine deer, a halo of light swirling behind his head, looking like an immortal.

His purpose for coming this time was to regain the face he had lost to Ye Changqing some days ago.

He planned to thoroughly humiliate Ye Changqing, letting him die in pain and despair.

The thought of nearly being killed by him that day made Daoist Randeng grind his teeth.

He waved his hand at Guang Chengzi, signaling them to prepare to land on the island.

Guang Chengzi's palm condensed magical power, transforming into a treasure seal that he hurled downwards.

The moment the treasure seal was thrown, it reverted to its original form, and half of Buzhou Mountain fiercely smashed towards the protective grand formation of Three Immortal Island.

This treasure seal was called Fan Tian Seal, refined by Venerable Primordial from the half of Buzhou Mountain that Gonggong had broken.

Although Fan Tian Seal was not a Postnatal Spiritual Treasure, its offensive power was no weaker than any Innate Spiritual Treasure.

Boom!

The entire Three Immortal Island shook, and a rain of flowers fell from the three-thousand-mile Peach Blossom Forest.

After the tremor subsided, all that could be seen were bare branches.

Crack!

After several more impacts, the island-protecting grand formation dissolved into a mist of light and vanished.

The dense fog that had obscured the island also disappeared instantly, revealing its true appearance.

The San Xiao's dojo had no ornate pavilions or magnificent palaces, only a few small bamboo houses standing there.

In the open space beside the bamboo houses, Ye Changqing lay on a bamboo chair, leisurely basking in the sun.

"Senior Disciple Brother Ye, please!"

The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect landed before him and gave a slight bow as a form of greeting.

Only Daoist Randeng remained in mid-air, putting on airs and refusing to descend.

Ye Changqing slightly opened his eyes, glanced at the Twelve Golden Immortals, and then continued to wander in his own world.

"You..."

Guang Chengzi, seeing his arrogance, could barely suppress his anger.

The current Ye Changqing was merely a paper tiger, all show and no substance.

If he wished, he could crush him with a single finger.

Yu Ding Zhenren pulled Guang Chengzi back and, with a wave of his hand, a jade coffin appeared on the ground.

"Senior Disciple Brother Ye, this is a gift from us. Please do not find it wanting."

"Although this is a Postnatal Spiritual Treasure, it can preserve the body from decay. Even after hundreds of millions of years, Senior Disciple Brother, you will remain as lifelike as ever..."

The Chan Sect immortals behind him chuckled upon hearing this, showing Ye Changqing no respect at all.

Daoist Randeng, still in mid-air, flicked his finger, and a flame from the Spirit Coffin Palace Lantern landed on the jade coffin, transforming into an oil lamp.

Good heavens!

These people couldn't wait to send Ye Changqing away.

Zhao Gongming and the San Xiao, hiding in the shadows, were so angry they could barely contain themselves, but they could not intervene.

The Senior Disciple Brother's first test for them was to endure!

Rage would only cloud one's mind, leading to a foolish decision and a tragic end.

Moreover, the most cunning hunters often appeared as prey.

This was called feigning weakness!

"Senior Disciple Brother Ye, why aren't you speaking?"

"Are you too surprised?"

True Man Taiyi flicked his horsetail whisk and asked sarcastically.

"Senior Disciple Brother Ye, there's no need to be polite. The three sects are one family, and these are things we junior brothers should do."

Chi Jingzi added with a chuckle.

The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect had truly gone to great lengths to mock and ridicule Ye Changqing.

After all, back when they were on Kunlun Mountain, they were suppressed by Ye Changqing with just one hand, losing all face.

Ye Changqing had suppressed them for tens of thousands of years, never allowing them to hold their heads high.

Now that Ye Changqing had fallen from grace, how could they pass up this opportunity to regain their dignity?

Daoist Randeng's gaze suddenly swept towards the horizon. A Daoist priest riding a Green Ox was slowly approaching.

He hadn't expected Grand Master Xuandu to show up as well.

Daoist Randeng quickly stepped forward to greet him.

Although he was the Deputy Sect Master of the Chan Sect, he had joined later in life, merely holding the title of a disciple of Venerable Primordial.

As the sole disciple of the Saint Laozi, Grand Master Xuandu's status was naturally far beyond his reach.

After the calamity of the Witch and Demon races, humanity had become the new masters of heaven and earth.

Grand Master Xuandu, being of human origin and the chief disciple of the Human Sect, possessed the boundless destiny of the human race.

Daoist Randeng naturally dared not be presumptuous.

Grand Master Xuandu gave him a slight nod in greeting, his gaze naturally shifting towards Ye Changqing.

Ye Changqing's soul was weak, his aura listless, and deathly energy permeated his body, making him look as though he was on the verge of death.

Grand Master Xuandu descended from the clouds and circled Ye Changqing a few times before finally letting out a relieved sigh.

Such injuries could not be faked; Ye Changqing couldn't possibly pretend.

"Xuandu, are you accustomed to pulling a millstone in the human world?"

"Oh, and can you even return to the human world?"

Ye Changqing showed him no pleasantries, immediately exposing Grand Master Xuandu's past the moment they met.

Before the great war between the Witch and Demon races, the Demon Race had slaughtered humans in vast numbers to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword, capable of breaking through the physical defenses of the Witch Ancestors.

Laozi, as the Sect Master of the Human Sect, and Grand Master Xuandu, as the chief disciple of the Human Sect and of human origin, had stood by and watched as hundreds of millions of humans were massacred.

To prevent Empress Nuwa from intervening and saving the humans, Laozi and Venerable Primordial first blocked the heavenly secrets and went to Empress Wa's Palace to discuss the Dao with her.

By the time Empress Nuwa discovered the decline of her destiny, it was already too late.

Later, to repay the karmic debt, Laozi specifically rescued the Primordial Spirit of Fuxi from the battlefield of the Witch and Demon races.

Although Laozi was a Saint of the Human Sect, he was in reality a thief of destiny.

Although Grand Master Xuandu was the chief disciple of the Human Sect, he was in reality the shame of the human race.

Abolishing the Human Sect was already part of Ye Changqing's future plans. It was better to take this opportunity to forge a karmic connection with Grand Master Xuandu, which could serve as an excuse later.

Grand Master Xuandu cultivated the Dao of Supreme Detachment, and could usually maintain his composure, but Ye Changqing's words had directly struck a raw nerve.

"Hmph, this humble Daoist never engages in verbal disputes with the dying..."

"In my humble opinion, Senior Disciple Brother Ye should conserve his strength and climb into his coffin to lie down and await death, lest others be tainted by bad luck!"

Ye Changqing suddenly chuckled, a strange smile appearing on his face.

The next moment, his body erupted with a heaven-shattering will, instantly crushing the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect and Grand Master Xuandu to the ground.

Seeing that the situation was dire, Daoist Randeng in mid-air turned to flee.

"Stay!"

Ye Changqing's icy voice rang out behind him. Daoist Randeng felt an boundless power descend upon him, causing him to fall directly from the clouds.

Pfft!

Ye Changqing spat out another mouthful of blood, his aura weakening to its absolute limit, yet an imposing aura emanated from him.

"Though my life is short, I am not to be bullied by the likes of you!"

"I can still suppress you for a hundred years!"