"Once you kill that Immortal Ascension, no one will be able to stop you, and those hypocritical scoundrels from Central Province won't dare to come over so openly."
Yu Huatian became somewhat agitated as he spoke.
Ever since he took control of the Heavenly Evil Sect, he has been thinking about revenge every single moment.
However, in Central Province, the power of the demonic path is much weaker than that of the righteous path, and they only occasionally cause trouble when the powerful figures of the Central Province Holy Land are not paying attention.
He was only temporarily in charge of the Heavenly Evil Sect, and it was impossible for him to get everyone to join him in seeking revenge.
More importantly, he already knew that the Devil-Slaying Sword Venerable... had already reached the level of Immortal Ascension.
So he took a different approach and sought a bigger backer.
If the Demon Emperor isn't suitable, he needs to find someone who is.
The Blood Spirit Devil Lord has reappeared, and since he is not very familiar with the current situation, he can be used to deal with the Devil-Slaying Sword Venerable.
"Um."
Blood Spirit Devil Lord nodded slightly, sensing that there was great potential.
Although the effects of sacrificing living beings in Eastern Cang Province might be less pronounced, it's still better than being chased all over Central Province like this.
He was confident in himself; having roamed the world for nearly ten thousand years, killing a cultivator who had just entered the Immortal Ascension would be a piece of cake.
On the other side.
Han Xuanji was unaware of what was happening outside.
After forging the Mystic Heaven Sword, he continued his peaceful life, constantly cultivating and striving for higher realms.
Having already Immortal Ascension Fourth Layer, his cultivation progress showed no signs of slowing down.
On the contrary, due to various fortuitous encounters, his cultivation speed actually increased.
Isn't that strange?
The peaceful years had made Han Xuanji very comfortable.
No one bothered him, and his status was extremely high. Whenever he visited any sect, they would receive him with the highest level of courtesy.
This is the true value of Sword Immortal in this era!
Every day, Han Xuanji reaped many rewards, after all, the three-star rewards added up to a considerable fortune.
As for the Demon Race, Han Xuanji didn't pay any attention to them.
However, he had a vague feeling that the Demon Race was brewing something big.
I guess I wanted to give him a surprise.
at the same time.
Li Taiqing and his group arrived at the border between Eastern Cang Province and Central Province.
There is a border city here called White Cloud City.
This place, situated on the border between two states, is also a very lively area.
In White Cloud City, there is a sword-fighting arena.
Before his ascension, the first White Cloud City left a sword mark here for future generations to study.
The most magnificent building in the city, the "Lanyue Tower," has elegant seating areas on its top floor, offering panoramic views of most of the city and the distant, desolate Jieshan Mountains.
At that moment, several people were sitting by the window, chatting happily.
Lu Fan smiled and said:
"I don't even know if this thing is real or fake. I've never seen anyone figure it out in ten thousand years. It might just be a scam."
"I don't think the legendary White Cloud Sword Immortal would be so petty."
Li Taiqing said excitedly.
"Of course, if even I can't figure it out, there's probably only one other person in the world who could."
"Fellow Daoist, you certainly have a big mouth."
At that moment, a voice came.
This man had a handsome face, wore a moon-white Daoist robe with flowing clouds, the fabric was smooth and had a faint spiritual light flowing through it, and a warm and lustrous ancient jade hung at his waist. He had a dignified and noble demeanor.
The newcomer was none other than Xie Yunliu, the contemporary prodigy of the Kunlun Immortal Sect.
"Fellow Daoist,"
Xie Yunliu spoke, his voice clear and melodious, carrying a hint of condescension.
His slender fingers toyed with a jade wine cup, the amber-colored spirit wine inside shimmering with a faint light.
"I've never heard of you in Central Province. Could you be from Eastern Cang Province?"
He put down his wine glass, lightly tapped his fingertip on the table, and a pure and refined spiritual energy wave spread out like ripples. Although it had no intention of attacking, it silently demonstrated the profound foundation of a disciple of the Kunlun Immortal Sect.
Li Taiqing picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip of the ordinary tea, and remained calm:
"Fellow Daoist, you flatter me."
"In my opinion, that is the truth."
His tone was calm, without a trace of arrogance, as if he were stating something perfectly ordinary.
Although he felt somewhat hurt by Han Xuanji, he remained outwardly calm.
Please call him an unparalleled genius!
The cultivation level of the Void Return Seventh Layer also confirms this.
The group of people encountered a series of fortuitous events, and their breakthroughs were extremely rapid.
Li Taiqing had the highest cultivation level, yet his progress was faster.
"Madman."
Xie Yunliu an eyebrow almost imperceptibly.
He could sense that the person before him was not arrogant, but extremely confident, which piqued his interest.
"Then I wonder, who is the other person you're referring to?"
"It is indeed my master, the Devil-Slaying Sword Immortal."
Li Taiqing said calmly.
Han Xuanji did not tell him not to reveal his name when he was out in public.
As a disciple, he naturally wouldn't hide anything.
He is upright and honest, and he would never use the title of a disciple of Sword Immortal to bully men and women.
" The Devil-Slaying Sword Immortal?"
Xie Yunliu was startled.
He vaguely recognized the name; it seemed to be a newly Immortal Ascension Realm Sword Immortal from Eastern Cang Province in recent years.
But how can someone who has only Immortal Ascension in Eastern Cang Province compare to the many powerful figures of the Kunlun Immortal Sect, a sacred land in Central Province with an ancient heritage?
A faint smile played at the corners of his lips, a smile tinged with disdain.
"So you are Sword Immortal Han's esteemed disciple. My apologies for my disrespect."
Xie Yunliu's tone carried a subtle hint of superiority.
"However, your knowledge is still limited. Don't think that a newly Immortal Ascension immortal can look down on all the heroes under heaven."
"My Kunlun Immortal Sect has ten main branches, each with a long history and a peerless master presiding over it."
Li Taiqing listened quietly, his face remaining expressionless.
He picked up the rough earthenware cup and took another sip of tea.
After Xie Yunliu finished speaking, and only the faint sounds of the city outside the window remained in the private room, he put down his cup and calmly met Xie Yunliu's superior gaze.
"My master's strength doesn't need external recognition."
Li Taiqing's voice was not loud, but clear and steady.
"My master once said, 'The sword is in its sheath, the intent is in the heart, the sharpness is concealed within, not for fame, not for victory.'"
"I draw my sword only for those who deserve to be killed, and for matters that must be resolved."
He paused, then said calmly:
"As for what you've said... my master often said that those who die by the sword, no matter how glorious their past, are nothing but dust in the past, not worth mentioning."
These words, without the slightest counterargument, subtly revealed an indescribable arrogance and self-confidence.
Nangong Wenjian, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but smile and nod slightly, clearly agreeing.
Lu Fan and Lin Potian exchanged knowing glances, realizing that Li Taiqing was indeed a smooth talker.
Xie Yunliu's smile froze slightly.
The other party's complete lack of persuasion, coupled with their string of fallacies, left him feeling frustrated, as if he had punched a pillow.
He was about to say something more.
Boom!!!
A deafening roar, seemingly from the depths of the earth, or like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploded directly into the soul.
The entire Lan Yue Tower, no, the entire White Cloud City, trembled violently and without warning.
The cups, plates, and bowls on the table clattered, and the wine in the jade cup spilled out, splashing onto the expensive cloud-patterned tablecloth.
Exclamations erupted inside the building, and some guests with less refined cultivation staggered and looked terrified.
What happened?
"The earth has turned over!"
"No, look outside!"
Someone pointed out the window.