Purging Demons, Quanxing, Like a God Descending

By now, more than two hours had already passed.

Watching the various sects grow increasingly impatient and hostile, Wu Gensheng spoke earnestly to the Old Celestial Master and the others:

"If one wishes to enjoy a banquet, the order of the dishes is of the utmost importance. I invited everyone to gather at Dragon Tiger Mountain, fully expecting you all to lie in wait, and yes, I had already prepared a way to deal with you."

"I also know that those who cherish the Sanyi Sect were not informed of this incident, which is why I only notified my Sanyi brothers recently."

"As long as my Sanyi brothers know I am here, let alone a dragon's den like Dragon Tiger Mountain, they would storm even the gates of the underworld—which is far better than being blocked by all of you."

No sooner had Wu Gensheng finished speaking than the members of the Sanyi Sect arrived with a menacing aura.

They each cast their gaze toward Wu Gensheng, their faces etched with displeasure.

At this moment, Sichong and Zhang Jingqing, both of the same generation, exchanged a glance, as if communicating something.

Zhang Zhiwei felt a surge of curiosity, for the person walking at the very front was neither Sichong, who held the highest cultivation and seniority in the Sanyi Sect, nor Chengzhen, the eldest disciple of the Daying Immortal, nor the juniors like Shuiyun or Lu Jin. It was a young man with delicate features whom he had rarely seen before.

It seemed that this one person alone was enough to command the rest of the Sanyi Sect.

Du Yang cupped his hands and said respectfully: "Greetings to everyone in the world of Outsiders. I am Du Yang of the Sanyi Sect, disciple of Zuo Ruotong."

At this point, the various sects of the Outsider world were anxiously seeking confirmation from the Sanyi Sect about what had actually happened that day, and whether Wu Gensheng and Li Muxuan had truly caused the death of the Daying Immortal.

After all, with the Sanyi Sect and the Quanxing on the verge of war, everything they had heard was, at best, mere rumor.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Du Yang stated bluntly: "My master did not die at the hands of Wu Gensheng and Li Muxuan. Rather, after using Wu Gensheng's help to break through to the Triple Inverse Life, he realized that even the Triple Inverse Life could not achieve immortality, and thus he chose to pass away of his own volition."

"Li Muxuan and Wu Gensheng are only guilty of the recklessness of storming the mountain at that time."

As these words fell, the members of the various sects were in an uproar.

"What? So the Daying Immortal passed away voluntarily? That kid, he's really spilled the beans on such a massive secret."

"I thought as much. How could a mere Wu Gensheng and that wicked brat Li Muxuan possibly harm the Daying Immortal?"

"Is this kid insane? Exposing in public that his own sect's Triple Inverse Life cannot achieve immortality—isn't he digging his own grave?"

"Detached as that may be, where is the Sanyi Sect supposed to go from here?"

For a time, the Outsiders from the various sects discussed it among themselves.

Zhang Jingqing smiled and looked at Du Yang: "To have such courage at such a young age."

"But with these words, you have likely uprooted the very foundation of the Sanyi Sect."

If this was the explanation, then the previous strange behavior of the Sanyi Sect—refusing help from the other major sects—could finally be explained.

Wu Gensheng gave a bitter laugh and spoke to Du Yang: "You really said it. How did you manage to convince your fellow disciples in the Sanyi Sect?"

He had considered many possibilities, but he had always felt that the members of the Sanyi Sect would never let him off.

He never expected that among the members of the Sanyi Sect, someone would actually accept it.

In that case, his many preparations had been rendered useless.

It seems he had measured a gentleman's heart with a villain's yardstick.

Du Yang said with great seriousness: "It was very difficult to persuade them. I couldn't do it, but by tying them all up and locking them away for ten or eight days, even the most complex problems could be thought through."

"For those who truly couldn't accept it, they had no choice but to leave the mountain."

Hearing this, Wu Gensheng burst into laughter, though his expression soon turned troubled again.

Such an absurd thing had happened, and the Sanyi Sect members had accepted it, yet Li Muxuan remained that same cowardly mess; the situation seemed even more troublesome now.

"The Sanyi Sect! If that's the case, what kind of blood feud is this? Not to mention that our Quanxing leader actually helped the Daying Immortal."

"But in all this back and forth, how many of our Quanxing people have died?"

After Du Yang finished his explanation, a roar suddenly erupted in the valley.

In an instant, the sounds of footsteps, the rustling of robes in the wind, and shouts rose from all directions. Between the trees, behind the rocks, and even atop the cliffs, figures appeared, surrounding the small valley until not a drop of water could pass through.

The members of the Quanxing who had received the signal had arrived, almost to the last person.

Their eyes were sharp and their auras aggressive; they looked at Du Yang as if they wanted to swallow him whole.

"That's right! It was indeed improper for Li Muxuan to take our leader and storm your Sanyi Sect, but the Daying Immortal passed away voluntarily in the end. You act as if our Quanxing committed some heinous crime!"

"Your Sanyi Sect people came to our territory, threatened Master Liu the Dough Sculptor, and insisted on seeing our leader. When you couldn't, you killed so many of our Quanxing people. How do you account for that?"

Having learned the truth, the Quanxing were indignant and furious.

After all this, it turned out that the Sanyi group had vented their anger on them; it was nothing short of a disaster for no reason.

Du Yang faced the Quanxing members: "That day, the actions of my martial uncle and eldest martial sister were indeed improper, but they were only looking for your leader, not truly intending to harm Master Liu the Dough Sculptor."

"There was a seven-day deadline, yet your Quanxing arrived that very night with dozens of people, while we only had three. Furthermore, I never struck first; I only defended myself. What wrong is there in that?"

"Ultimately, it is your Quanxing that wants to wipe out our Sanyi Sect. You kill indiscriminately the moment anyone enters your territory—that is truly tyrannical."

Following Du Yang's explanation, the shouting from the Sanyi side grew even louder.

The hatred between the Sanyi Sect and the Quanxing had been forged, and now, what was to be done?

For a moment, the various righteous sects began to rebuke and curse the Quanxing, calling them unscrupulous.

Seeing that a great battle was about to erupt between the two sides, Du Yang stepped forward and bowed to the people of the various sects, saying, "Right and wrong, cause and effect—these are difficult to distinguish, but ultimately, this is a blood feud between my Sanyi Sect and Quanxing. I ask that you all do not intervene."

Then, Du Yang turned his head to look at his fellow Sanyi disciples: "The people of the Sanyi Sect who have died were killed by my hand, nine times out of ten. The battle that follows has nothing to do with you."

Du Yang's words left Sichong, Chengzhen, Lu Jin, Shuiyun, and the others feeling so ashamed they could not face anyone. Their master (senior brother) had clearly told them not to seek revenge, yet they had failed to heed him, bringing this calamity upon the Sanyi Sect.

After speaking, Du Yang walked alone toward the Quanxing crowd, cupped his fists, and said, "Everyone, if you wish to avenge your previous blood debts, come only for me, Du Yang. Do not target my other brothers and sisters of Sanyi."

"Every debt has a debtor, and every grievance has a source. I killed those people, and I am willing to bear the consequences of the Sanyi Sect's actions alone."

"If you believe the Sanyi Sect has insulted your Quanxing, or if you wish to kill me, then by all means, come."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Gensheng felt a sense of foreboding.

In the next instant, countless Quanxing members charged forward.

The overlapping killing intent of so many people was so intense it felt almost tangible.

This turn of events had completely exceeded Wu Gensheng's expectations.

Many Quanxing members had died at Du Yang's hands, and they were already nursing a grudge. With Quanxing's superior numbers and Du Yang's arrogant tone, they naturally wanted nothing more than to kill him.

Many others finally sensed that something was wrong, secretly thinking it a disaster; although Du Yang spoke with righteous indignation, he was essentially walking to his death.

But the Quanxing members moved too quickly, and they were a step too late to intervene.

"Brat, hand over your life!"

"Avenge our fallen brothers!"

"Capture him and force him to reveal the Triple Inverse Life!"

Amidst the roars, dozens of figures launched the first wave of attacks.

Various colors of Qi energy flashed, while blade auras, sword energy, poisonous miasma, Gu insects, flying needles, and talismans—all manner of sinister and ruthless attacks—poured toward Du Yang like a violent storm.

The density of the onslaught almost obscured the sky above the valley, completely sealing off every path of escape for Du Yang.

Yet, facing an encirclement that would make any expert pale, Du Yang did not even let his gaze flicker.

He merely raised his right hand slightly.

A pure, majestic white Qi erupted from his center.

His body instantly turned crystalline, white light appearing to flow beneath his skin, and he was enveloped in a soft yet solid halo of white light.

Du Yang's feet left the ground, and he floated slowly upward; his robes and hair stirred without wind, and clear Qi swirled around him.

A banished immortal descending to the mortal world—it was nothing less than that.

The attacks raining down from the sky struck this seemingly thin white halo, only to melt and recoil as if snow meeting a scorching sun.

Blade auras and flying swords shattered inch by inch, poisonous miasma and Gu insects were annihilated into ash, and flying needles and talismans lost all spiritual power before they could even get close.

Du Yang hovered in the air, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the terrified crowd below.

He pressed his fingers together like a sword and slashed downward casually.

A white streak of light, as condensed as moonlight, cut through the air, passing silently through the dozen or so Quanxing experts who had charged at the front.

Those dozen people maintained their charging or attacking postures, but their movements suddenly froze.

The next second, their bodies seemed to be sliced by an invisible blade; their protective Qi shattered like paper, and blood sprayed like a fountain from the smooth, severed edges as limbs and viscera tumbled to the ground.

"Triple Inverse Life!"

Someone screamed, their heart and gallbladder splitting in terror.

"What? Someone in the Sanyi Sect has actually stepped into the realm of the Triple Inverse Life? No wonder he was so fearless."

"This is the legendary Triple Inverse Life, the realm pursued by generations of Sanyi Sect members for a thousand years."

"Turning the entire body into Qi—these techniques and methods are truly like an immortal descending to earth."

The people from the various righteous sects, who had been preparing to provide support, were all shocked and ceased their movements.

The realm of the Triple Inverse Life had actually appeared before their very eyes.

Though the Sanyi Sect had lost the Daying Immortal, they still had worthy successors.