Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Chapter 488: Chapter 456: All Eyes on Sect Master Shen (5K) _3 Chapter 488: Chapter 456: All Eyes on Sect Master Shen (5K) _3 “You walk your wide road, and I’ll walk my single-log bridge; the small temple of the Chen family cannot accommodate such a large Buddha like you.”

“Please.”

Chen Zilong said, slowly raising his palm, making a gesture to send off his guest.

Watching this response, Chen Ziqi fell silent for a moment, then the corner of his lips finally lifted into a smile, “You chose this yourself, don’t blame me.”

Between the words, his long robe began to flutter without any wind.

“Today’s coffin will serve just fine to bury you.”

In an instant, a wave-like Dao Palace surged from the center of his brow, obscuring the view outside the great hall, towering four stories high and brimming with two streaks of Spiritual Energy.

Even amongst the Nan Hong Seven Sons, a two-story Ling Palace was close to the threshold of becoming a direct disciple.

“My only regret is that I did not personally kill you back then.”

Chen Zilong laughed mockingly at himself, then suddenly clenched his fists. In front of his younger brother, however, his withered face, no matter how fierce it appeared, seemed completely unpersuasive.

“Then I should thank you for that.”

Chen Ziqi quickly started to perform a spell, but just as he was halfway through, he furrowed his brows and looked back towards the exterior of the great hall.

Amid a faint sound of footsteps.

A handsome young man in an Ink Robe, followed by four cultivators of extraordinary bearing, walked slowly inside.

He sauntered into the great hall as if walking in his own courtyard, ignoring everyone present.

He moved to stand beside the two bickering brothers.

“…”

Chen Ziqi instinctively made way, then watched with wide eyes as the young man passed by him and sat in the chair that the brothers had fought over for years.

Shen Yi gently patted down his clothes, leaned back in the chair, and rested his chin on one hand, his gaze calmly sweeping over those below.

Then, his indifferent voice echoed in the great hall, “What’s the issue, let’s hear it.”

If it’s about collecting membership fees, then Shen Yi was quite experienced.

“…”

The other four stood quietly below, sharing a silent glance.

Zheng Qian averted her gaze, raised an eyebrow, and transmitted a message, “Is he really just out of Nanyang Sect? He carries himself with more poise than your father.”

Liu Qianyun’s eyes were equally filled with doubt.

She had seen Shen Yi’s gentle side and had also witnessed his ruthlessness, but she never expected that there would be aspects of his character still unknown to her.

“He used to be the arrest officer of Baiyun County… General of Qingzhou… Great Qian Patrol Envoy… Demon Emperor of Thousand Demon Cave…”

Ye Wenxuan sighed inwardly and suddenly felt as if he were reciting a list of vegetables.

Yan Wencheng, including the other three, fell into silence simultaneously.

Although they had not heard of these powers before, these experiences sounded incredibly rich, especially the last one, which was downright bewildering.

Was it really the same person under all those titles?

“…”

Chen Ziqi stared intently at the figure above him.

He had come to reclaim his dignity, not to lodge complaints with the high immortal.

What dissatisfied him even more,

was that he had instinctively stepped back in front of this Return to Void third-layer cultivator.

It was probably because of the few individuals wearing the robes of the Pure Moon Sect.

He had lingered too long, gotten too caught up in self-congratulations, and ended up waiting for the people of the Nan Hong Seven Sons.

If he were to ascend to power later,

he wouldn’t mind exchanging pleasantries with this group of “immortals.”

But not today.

In this hall, the limelight could only belong to him alone.

“Immortals of the Pure Moon Sect, this is a family matter of the Chen family. After Zi Qi has dealt with it, this year’s tribute will certainly be doubled. You have all traveled far and must be weary, please rest first.”

Chen Ziqi clasped his hands together.

Even when facing the cultivators of the Nan Hong Seven Sons, his tone was neither servile nor overbearing.

With his demeanor and the talents he had displayed in the Dao Palace, even outer sect elders would inevitably think highly of him.

For instance, Zheng Qian nodded with satisfaction.

However, Shen Yi only glanced at him casually: “I didn’t ask about that; I told you to state your case.”

His voice carried no hint of sarcasm,

yet it made Chen Ziqi’s face suddenly flush red with anger, a mere low-level cultivator bullying others with his status.

If not for being a disciple of the Immortal Sect, with his cultivation level, how would he dare to boss him around?!

“Immortal! Zi Qi must deal with family affairs first before I explain to you,”

Chen Ziqi suddenly withdrew his palms, his gaze once again fell on his elder brother, and his aura suddenly exploded!

The vast ocean of the Dao Palace almost simultaneously unleashed a terrifying oppressive force.

Even Zheng Qian’s expression changed slightly.

Such a modest power in a remote area, with insignificant resources, was able to produce a cultivator on par with her.

Such talent was indeed worth being proud of.

With this thought, she looked towards Shen Yi, wanting to see what he intended.

In this hall, the only ones likely capable of stopping Chen Ziqi were probably just her and Shen Yi, not even that old dog, Stone Puppet.

But Sect Master Shen held himself with too much pride; to intervene now seemed somewhat inappropriate. If it led to a forced battle, it would be quite embarrassing.

However, Shen Yi did not appear to see her questioning gaze.

He still leaned back in the chair.

Suddenly, the hall fell into a moment of silence, as if all things had come to a standstill.

When things returned to normal in an instant,

nearly everyone held their breath.

The ink robe on the chair fluttered slightly, and the handsome young man’s gaze remained unchanged.

The only difference from before

was Chen Ziqi kneeling on the ground with his chest caved in.

His mouth was filled with dark red blood, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared upwards: “You… you…”

“Can you talk now?” Shen Yi raised an eyebrow, looking down from above.

“Why would the Immortal take his side… I don’t understand…” Chen Ziqi’s face was filled with pain and resentment, along with a hint of fear. With blood in his mouth, his words were unclear: “When I was cast out of the family, who took up for me, who cared about me…”

“Sigh.”

A few ripples finally appeared in Shen Yi’s eyes as he pressed his palm lightly, speaking indifferently: “I didn’t ask you about that; I asked you to talk about the Aquatic Race aura on your body.”

“Now, can you start talking?”

His voice echoed in everyone’s ears, causing everyone’s expression to change dramatically.

Chen Ziqi stopped his angry sobbing, his expression slightly frozen, and then he looked over warily.