Situ Nan's Shock Towards Luo Chuan [Seeking Follow-ups, Seeking Collections]

True Person Dao Xu bowed low, his posture humble as he flattered, "Disciple Dao Xu, Elder of the Hengyue Sect, pays respects to Founding Ancestor Luo Chuan."

"Luo Chuan? Is that the powerhouse who broke through to the Foundation Establishment stage while still in his teens?"

"I've heard of him. They say he was the youngest Foundation Establishment cultivator in the entire Zhao Kingdom, and his strength had already reached a state of perfection."

"It looks like he's broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm. Otherwise, why would Pu Nanzi be so wary of him?"

"The Nascent Soul Realm? Isn't that the level of our ancestor-tier powerhouses?"

The Hengyue Sect disciples widened their eyes in shock, unable to believe that such a handsome young man was the peerless prodigy who had once shaken the entire Zhao Kingdom.

Among the crowd, a disciple in yellow robes also noticed Luo Chuan in the sky, his heart filled with shock and awe.

"Breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm in his twenties... tsk tsk, what a gifted talent. If he's given enough time to cultivate, surpassing the realm I was at back then will be more than easy."

Just as Wang Lin was reeling in shock, the voice of Situ Nan, who was sealed within the Heaven Defying Bead, echoed in his mind.

Judging by his tone, it was clear that even he had not expected such a young Nascent Soul powerhouse to appear in the tiny Zhao Kingdom.

"Senior Situ, is breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm in one's twenties really that extraordinary?"

Wang Lin glanced at Luo Chuan's position with a face full of shock, asking curiously, "How old were you when you broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm?"

Situ Nan curled his lip inside the Heaven Defying Bead and retorted irritably, "Nonsense. A cultivator who reaches the Nascent Soul Realm at twenty is a top-tier genius. I was already eighty when I broke through."

"And that was in a high-level cultivation nation with abundant spiritual energy. If I were in this tiny third-grade cultivation nation, it would have taken at least a century."

Situ Nan stared at Luo Chuan with envy, especially after seeing his peerless appearance; he stood up abruptly, looking slightly agitated.

"Good, very good! Such a handsome physical body—if only this old man could seize it, how wonderful that would be!"

Situ Nan stared at Luo Chuan's face with excitement. If his current cultivation weren't insufficient, he would definitely have seized this guy's body for himself.

After all, for him, strength didn't matter; what mattered most was appearance, and a body capable of sleeping with every woman on the Vermilion Bird Planet.

Wang Lin touched his nose, feeling slightly awkward, and whispered, "Senior, you are currently just a wisp of a soul. Facing a Nascent Soul powerhouse..."

"If this were back in my day, a mere Nascent Soul ant? Hmph, he wouldn't even be fit to carry my shoes."

Situ Nan replied with a huff.

Luo Chuan stood with one hand behind his back, looking at Pu Nanzi before him, and said indifferently, "Pu Nanzi, it has been a long time since we last parted."

As Luo Chuan's voice fell, the space within a hundred yards was instantly torn apart, and surging energy spread outward like a raging tide.

Pu Nanzi's throat bobbed. He fell to his knees, sweat pouring down uncontrollably as he stammered, "Back then, you were only at the early Foundation Establishment stage. How much time has passed, and you've already broken through to the Nascent Soul Late Stage!"

At this moment, Pu Nanzi's expression was like the third emoji on your phone—he stood there blankly, stunned, unable to believe that the Foundation Establishment brat from back then had now reached the Nascent Soul Realm.

Pu Nanzi was filled with panic, his voice trembling as he pleaded, "Don't, don't kill me! I am willing to hand over my soul blood."

Although Pu Nanzi was at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, he was as fragile as an ant before Luo Chuan, who was at the Nascent Soul Late Stage.

Luo Chuan ignored Pu Nanzi's pleas and scanned the dilapidated sect before him. With a slight flick of his finger, a burst of energy instantly pierced through Pu Nanzi's skull.

Pu Nanzi's eyes widened as he stared at Luo Chuan in disbelief. He collapsed to the ground instantly, dying on the spot without even a chance to react.

When the Mystic Dao Sect disciples saw their ancestor killed in an instant, they immediately summoned their flying swords and shot into the distance without looking back.

However, mere Foundation Establishment and Foundation Establishment-level cultivation were nothing but ants before a Nascent Soul powerhouse. Even if they ran a hundred miles, they could be wiped out in an instant.

Luo Chuan felt no pity; he placed a jade flute to his lips and blew softly.

As the melodious flute music rang out, the Mystic Dao Sect disciples bled from their seven orifices and died on the spot, turning into thick blood mist that permeated the air.

Seeing their ancestor take action, the Hengyue Sect disciples also knelt on the ground, filled with excitement.

"The Exiled Immortal Ancestor has returned! These ants must be killed!"

Liu Wenju threw himself before Luo Chuan, tears streaming down his face. "Ancestor... this disciple has failed the sect... my master and the others... they all fell on the Outer Realm Battlefield..."

Years ago, a sudden incident on the Outer Realm Battlefield led the envoy of the Heaven-Reaching Tower, Lin Yi, to teleport most of the Nascent Soul cultivators in the Zhao Kingdom there to repair the battlefield.

Countless Nascent Soul powerhouses fell during that time, and all of the Hengyue Sect's Nascent Soul Founding Ancestors perished, effectively severing the sect's vital strength.

Fortunately, Luo Chuan had only been at the Foundation Establishment stage back then and did not qualify to enter the Outer Realm Battlefield, so he had narrowly escaped disaster.

Now, he was the only Nascent Soul Founding Ancestor left in the Hengyue Sect. Had he returned any later, the Hengyue Sect would likely have been annexed by the Mystic Dao Sect.

Luo Chuan stood with one hand behind his back, his expression indifferent. "Since the Mystic Dao Sect tore up our alliance without authorization, there is no need for This Seat to consider our past ties."

"Ancestor, what do you mean..."

Liu Wenju looked up, filled with curiosity.

"Conquer the Mystic Dao Sect and absorb all their disciples into our Hengyue Sect."

Luo Chuan knew clearly that now that the Mystic Dao Sect's Nascent Soul ancestor, Pu Nanzi, had fallen, other sects would annex the Mystic Dao Sect even if he didn't intervene.

Rather than letting other top sects snatch it, it was better for the Hengyue Sect to do the opposite and take the Mystic Dao Sect under its wing as a second sect territory.

Liu Wenju and the others nodded upon hearing this; after all, the Mystic Dao Sect had been unrighteous first, so they shouldn't blame the Hengyue Sect for being heartless.

Luo Chuan gripped his jade flute, and a bamboo leaf transformed into a flying skiff, landing steadily on the ground.

Liu Wenju was struck with awe: "Controlling objects to manifest form—is this the true power of a Nascent Soul powerhouse?"

"Let's go."

Luo Chuan stood with one hand behind his back, riding a flying vessel condensed from fallen leaves as he sped toward the direction of the Mystic Dao Sect.

At this moment, within the plaza of the Mystic Dao Sect, several disciples in uniform Daoist robes, led by two elders of the Foundation Establishment Realm, had already been waiting for a long time.

"With the Ancestor heading out to reclaim the Hengyue Sect this time, do you think the Hengyue Sect will put up a desperate resistance?"

Qin Gulei looked toward Ouyang Dao beside him with a grave expression: "Senior Brother, should we go there ourselves to ensure those Hengyue Sect juniors don't pose a threat to the Ancestor?"