Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Chapter 487: Chapter 456: All Eyes on Sect Master Shen (5K) _2 Chapter 487: Chapter 456: All Eyes on Sect Master Shen (5K) _2 Shen Yi took the Jade Slip and glanced over its contents, which he found to be overly simplistic. He then passed the Jade Slip to the others.

“Actually, it’s quite normal. This sort of task is not usually done by stewards; it’s typically the responsibility of external elders.”

Zheng Qian continued, “For the Heavenly Sword Sect to assign this to her, they essentially made it clear that they wanted her to get lost.”

It was only after Shen Yi’s mention of ‘an old acquaintance’ did it dawn on her that Ye Wenxuan was actually a native of Nanyang.

With that being the case, it wouldn’t hurt to say a bit more.

“You’ve just come out and might not understand that the domain governed by the Nan Hong Seven Sons extends beyond the seven Alliance Sects. Ultimately, it’s all about the He Dao Bao Di.”

“Relying on depleting resources without new inputs is not the proper way. With seven Union Dao Precious Lands, if anything unexpected happens and one is lost, it’s like losing a Unity Realm Stage giant… like the Nanyang Sect.”

“Therefore, we have also been working on fostering other powers. We don’t incorporate them into the Precious Lands, but let them expand their own territories outside. Many of the former followers of the Nanyang Sect are now great forces with Baiyu Capital Cultivators in place.”

“Of course…”

Zheng Qian laughed awkwardly, “They might not listen to you anymore.”

Those followers were nominally under the Nanyang Sect, but in the past hundred thousand years, they have long been taken over by other Alliance Sects.

Moreover, Shen Yi’s position as “Sect Master” seemed to be recognized by only a few at the moment.

“Let’s get back to the subject. These affiliates of the Nan Hong Seven Sons rarely cause trouble. Those that have begun to take shape are directly managed by the elders. Take the Chen family for example; their Family Head is a powerful Fifth Level of Returning Void cultivator, who has apparently fallen recently.”

“This year’s tribute has not been delivered until now, without a word. That counts as rebellion.”

When Zheng Qian mentioned the word ‘tribute,’ she showed no embarrassment.

In Nan Hong, there were many powers who wanted to pay tribute but lacked the qualifications.

The Seven Sects would almost only protect those forces they had cultivated from scratch, to prevent demons from taking advantage of chaos to infiltrate.

“The specifics, however, can only be understood upon arrival.”

“But I need to remind you, this matter involves the face of the Seven Sects. If something is amiss, we should avoid getting involved as much as possible. It’s better to do nothing than to make mistakes.”

“Understood.”

Shen Yi felt as if he were reliving days back in Baiyun County.

How after going in circles, he ended up collecting protection money again, something that felt like his old routine.

…

Nan Hong, Chen family.

Inside the grand main hall stood an empty coffin.

The room was filled with family members, all wearing mourning clothes.

They surrounded a gaunt young man who silently looked towards the entrance of the hall.

Outside the hall.

A figure stood tall with his hands behind his back, his face bearing a seven-part resemblance to the gaunt youth, but with sparkling eyes filled with vitality and an air of confident grace.

“Father’s coffin has not yet been buried, are you in such a hurry?”

The gaunt youth was none other than the Chen family’s eldest legitimate son. A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and as his palm opened and closed slightly, the surrounding aura of heaven and earth began to stir restlessly.

The Family Head had fallen, yet the succession would only occur after the funeral rites were completed.

But now his brother had used this empty coffin to block the main hall for a whole month.

The losses were heavy; seven Returning Void Realm Fourth Level family elders had been severely injured, and two had succumbed to the ruthless attacks and had perished despite all efforts.

“Do I appear to be in a rush?”

The man outside finally turned around, smiling brightly.

He took out a jar of wine from his Storage Treasure, held it by the cork, and raised it to the crowd, “This jar is for Chen Zi Qi, who was driven out of the Chen family by my brother and miraculously survived to this day.”

After speaking, the young man downed the jar in one gulp.

He smashed the jar on the ground and stepped into the hall.

With the sound of a crisp snap,
the mourners all stepped back simultaneously, their eyes revealing complicated emotions.

Having sons like dragons was supposed to be a sign of a family’s prosperity.

The problem was two dragons were born, one of which, the sickly dragon, had chosen the most inopportune time to return.

Now only Chen Zi Long stood alone in front of the coffin, his gaunt face brimming with murderous intent.

“This jar is for Chen Zi Qi, who, under such circumstances, still expanded territory and laid claim to vast lands for the Chen family, deserving the greatest credit.”

Chen Zi Qi drank another jar of wine.

He wiped the corner of his lips with his sleeve.

Walking unhurriedly in front of Chen Zi Long, he took out one last jar of wine and handed it over, “This jar is for you to accolade me as more fitting than you to be the Family Head.”

“Otherwise.”

Chen Zi Qi spoke with a gentle voice, delivering the last word, “Die.”

With that, he slowly let go.

Watching the jar fall as if it were a death knell,
Chen Zi Long had to catch it before it hit the ground if he wanted to live.

For a Return to Void Realm Cultivator, this was not a difficult feat.

The numerous family members in mourning seemed to foresee what would happen next; they all sighed and made a gesture of salute.

If the Family Head were still alive, there might have been a chance for a turnaround.

But with his unclear demise, the two brothers could only rely on their own means.

It was clear that by having the power to keep the whole family blockaded in the main hall for a month, Chen Zi Qi had shown his strength.

Unexpectedly to everyone,
the sound of a third wine jar shattering rang out in the hall.

Chen Zi Long looked indifferently at the wine splashing on the ground, then shifted his gaze to his younger brother, closed his eyes to hide the murderous intent, and spoke softly, “Whatever land you’ve taken, the Chen family doesn’t want it, and whatever strength you have, the Chen family doesn’t care.”