Fists and Pills: Soaring Tower Officially Changes Hands

Fan Yuan followed Qin Wangchuan's pointing finger and looked for a while, then hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and respectfully speaking:

"Sir, that should be called Dust-Cleansing Peak."

"It's more than a thousand miles from here."

"Thousands of miles."

Qin Wangchuan uttered a sound, a slight change in his expression.

This body currently lacks significant cultivation, and it's unknown whether the Heaven-Opening Sword Intent can reach a thousand miles away.

It's a chance to give it a try.

The decision was made.

He slowly raised his hand, pointing his fingers like a sword.

Then, it fell down.

The people in the hall watched this scene with varying expressions.

I wonder what kind of tactic this is, and what its purpose is.

But the next moment...

Everyone stared wide-eyed.

--The clouds have parted!

The continuous cloud in the sky was cut in half from the center by some invisible force, neatly divided into left and right halves.

It was as if an invisible sword had cleaved it down from the sky.

"This... could it be?!"

Some people gasped for breath, instinctively took a step back, and their faces changed drastically.

But before they could react...

An even more breathtaking scene followed.

Even the mountains beneath the clouds have cracked open!

The Dust-Cleansing Peak, thousands of miles away, slowly split in two from its summit down along that straight line.

The entire mountain peak splits in half from the very center.

It was as if a Heaven-Opening Giant Sword had suddenly appeared and crashed down from the sky, cleaving this mountain, thousands of miles away, along with the Cloud Sea above, in two.

For a moment, the world fell silent.

Immediately afterwards.

Boom--!

Thousands of miles away, smoke and dust rose into the sky.

Along with it came a massive, overwhelming shockwave.

The shockwave roared in from afar, visibly tearing through the clouds, uprooting the forest, and flattening all the mountain shadows along its path.

The sound shattered the sky.

Where the wind passes, the mountains and forests bend low, and the birds fly in fright.

If someone unaware of the situation witnessed this scene, they might think a natural disaster had struck.

Only those people in the hall knew this.

This is not a natural disaster.

It was a man-made disaster caused by a teenager.

The hall was deathly Deathly Stillness.

Xu Xuantong opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Lu Guanlan's fingers gripped the armrests of the chair so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

The group of people who had been keeping their heads down and secretly plotting something now looked up at the mountain peak that was split in two in the distance, with only one thought in their minds.

--You can't escape.

No matter where it is hidden.

No matter where they flee to.

Once this "gentleman" makes a decision, there will be nowhere to hide within a thousand miles.

Those who had initially harbored a sliver of hope, thinking of compromising and making plans later, now had that hope completely crushed and utterly destroyed.

What the people in the hall didn't know was...

This sword strike was far from the true power of this "Heaven-Opening Intent will".

Heaven-Opening War Halberd.

Its blade could cleave the world.

Its meaning can be distinguished between the clear and the turbid.

After incorporating Sword Intent, its power will only increase.

However, Qin Wangchuan currently possesses no cultivation.

Its true power will only be known after we return to Immortal Court.

After a moment of reflection, Qin Wangchuan looked at everyone.

"Given today's actions, it's understandable that some of you may feel dissatisfied."

As he spoke, he raised a finger.

"One year."

"Stay in the building for a year and stabilize the situation."

"One year from now, your decision to stay or leave will be entirely up to you."

After saying that, Qin Wangchuan turned around and walked slowly out of the Council Hall.

As he passed the relatively intact long table, he reached into his sleeve, took out a Jade Bottle, and gently placed it on the table.

The Jade Bottle made a barely audible sound when it hit the table.

Almost simultaneously, everyone in the hall looked at the bottle.

"There are some pills in the bottle."

"Taking it will be beneficial to spiritual practice."

After saying this, Qin Wangchuan didn't say another word and strode out of the hall.

The people in the hall watched as that figure gradually disappeared into the distance.

Until they can no longer be seen.

But no one immediately went forward to look at the Jade Bottle on the table.

It's not that I don't want to.

Having witnessed scene after scene, no one dared to do it.

A long time.

Only then did someone let out a long sigh, slump back into their chair, their face as pale as paper, cold sweat rolling down their forehead.

Then came the second and the third.

Throughout the Council Hall, there were sounds of people panting and wiping sweat, as if they had survived a disaster.

--

To be honest, even Fan Yuan was a little dazed at this moment.

He subconsciously raised his hand to wipe his forehead; his palm was covered in cold sweat.

I had anticipated that the gentleman could kill people out of thin air.

After all, the sword was at his waist, and no one knew better than him how terrifying it was.

Slicing off the rooftop—while a horrifying method, it's still something "right in front of us."

If they were legendary Celestial Person, they could probably do it.

Yet, even from a distance of thousands of miles, a single pointing finger could cleave an entire mountain peak in two.

This method.

Let alone Celestial Person, even gods descending to earth probably couldn't do it.

Fan Yuan was thinking.

Out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly caught sight of the crowd.

Their faces were deathly pale, yet their expressions were somewhat strange.

It was as if they had something to say, but no one dared to speak first; they all just stared at each other.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he instantly understood.

Without making a sound, he straightened his robes, slowly walked to the long table, and took the Jade Bottle in his hand.

He casually ran his fingertips over the bottle, then gently pulled off the stopper.

In an instant.

A faint yet profound fragrance wafted from the bottle's opening.

The fragrance, faint yet present, drifted through the hall.

But the moment it swept over them, the Cultivator were invigorated, and their eyes lit up.

Fan Yuan's eyes lit up slightly the moment he smelled the fragrance of the elixir.

Familiar.

It's all too familiar.

This fragrance.

It smelled exactly the same as the scent he had first encountered when he stepped into the master's little courtyard.

This is great stuff!

As expected of a teacher.

Fearing he wouldn't be able to control the people in the room, he even prepared this trick for him.

The thought crossed Fan Yuan's mind, and without much hesitation, he raised his hand and gestured—

A wisp of True Qi rippled from his palm, lifting up all the pills in the bottle.

The next instant, his sleeves fluttered lightly.

The fragrance of the elixir, imbued with True Qi, slowly drifted towards the people in the hall.

Two stones were placed exactly in front of each person.

Everyone in the hall instinctively caught it.

However, no one took it immediately.

They exchanged a single glance, their eyes then focusing on Fan Yuan.

The first to speak was Gu Hanshan.

He gently placed the two pills in his palm, looked at Fan Yuan, and his tone finally became unusually serious.

"Old Fan."

"Now that things have come to this, we are all in the same boat."

"Some things should no longer be hidden."

At this point, Gu Hanshan paused, his gaze deepening.

"That gentleman..."

"Who exactly is this person?"

This question was asked very slowly, but when it entered the hall, it was like a stone falling into a deep pool.

Almost at the same moment, everyone else's gaze fell on Fan Yuan's face.

Filled with fear.

Filled with confusion.

It also carries a certain secret, unspoken longing.

Perhaps, by following that person, one can cultivate oneself to become Celestial Person!

Fan Yuan looked at them and remained silent for a moment.

Then, he slowly shook his head.

"To be honest--"

"I don't know either."

"Have no idea?"

Gu Hanshan frowned.

"Old Fan, now that things have come to this, you no longer need to hide anything."

The expressions of disbelief also appeared on the faces of the people nearby.

After all, how could someone who was so protected and personally entrusted with the entire Soaring Tower not even know the other party's background?

Fan Yuan merely raised his eyes, his expression serious.

"It's not hidden."

"I really don't know."

He paused for a moment, then slowly continued:

"However, there is one thing I can tell you all with certainty."

"Sir's abilities far exceed all of our imagination."

"In my opinion, he is most likely a reincarnated Exiled Immortal!"

"A reincarnated Exiled Immortal?!"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of several people in the hall changed.

No one responded immediately; they simply exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with disbelief.

The term "Exiled Immortal" has never been used in the mortal world.

It only lives in fairy tales, in ancient scrolls, and in the longing of mortals for things they look up to.

Even the "Celestial Person" are already almost legendary figures among Cultivator today.

But what just happened:

Cut through mountains for a thousand miles.

A finger points and the clouds part.

He could take a person's head as easily as cutting paper.

All sorts of things.

Which of these things could Celestial Person do?

"The Exiled Immortal is just speculation."

I know you don't believe me.

"At first, I myself didn't necessarily believe it."

Fan Yuan remained calm.

"But Mr. Ke has never deliberately concealed anything."

"We examined each case one by one."

"I'm afraid it's pretty much what I thought."

Having said that, he didn't say anything more, but simply gestured for everyone to sit down.

The people in the hall were still in a daze, but they all took their seats one by one.

Fan Yuan slowly walked to the head seat and sat down, letting out a long breath.

"Gentlemen."

To be honest...

"Before entering the building this time, even I didn't expect that you would be this strong."

"I know."

"Coercion cannot unite people's hearts."

"But right now, those things don't matter anymore."

"Survival is what matters."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the faces of everyone in the hall.

"And."

"We really need to ask ourselves this."

"Do you all truly have not a single thought of separation in your hearts?"

"Think about that power just now."

"Think again about the pills you have."

Fan Yuan lowered his head and rubbed the two pills in his palm before slowly presenting them to everyone.

"Follow the master."

"Exiled Immortal for now."

"But the path to Celestial Person is right before our eyes."

"To step onto it and become a legend in the eyes of future generations."

"It's better to retreat and die an old man at the Ninth Level of Cultivators."

"Please choose for yourselves."

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone in the hall lowered their heads in unison, looking at the two pills lying quietly in their palms.

The elixir appeared ordinary.

The lingering excitement from that wisp of elixir fragrance had not yet dissipated.

A long time.

Finally, someone steeled themselves and swallowed the pill in one gulp.

With a series of swallowing sounds, Soaring Tower officially changed hands.

The name is still the same, but the people inside are completely different.