NOVEL NEXT Chapter 36
Booming~
It’s like a swarm of battle ships racing through the void, tearing the swirling clouds to shreds.
As far as the eye can see, the countless war flags are flapping and making a ruckus.
These battle ships are all ninth-grade magical treasures, each packed with powerful formations, radiating brilliant light all around.
A charged energy cannon fires, and someone at the Nascent Soul Stage instantly turns to vapor; even Transformation Stage cultivators are nearly annihilated.
Every ship is filled with alert members of the Yuhua Sect, a dense crowd brimming with terrifying killing intent.
An overwhelming pressure engulfs the surroundings, making all beings in the Arid Province tremble!
So frightening—this is the Yuhua Sect’s invasion army!
It’s as if it’s silently declaring to the world:
Anyone who stands in my way will die!!!
“Hahaha, the Xuantian Sect is finished!”
“No one can withstand the wrath of the Eastern Domain’s top sect!”
“That guy named Ye? He was so domineering back then; this time, he’s gonna suffer big time! I bet he’s peeing himself right now!”
“The locals of the Arid Province should learn that some people are not to be trifled with!”
The gossip washes over like a tidal wave, with various powers in the Eastern Domain closely watching the developments.
Lingzhou.
In a luxurious guest room, gut-wrenching screams echo as the entire bed shakes violently.
Inside the white curtains, two figures can be vaguely seen.
On the floor around them lie several women sprawled out like broken dolls, their bodies naked and emaciated, their life essence drained completely.
“Master! It’s happening! There’s fighting outside!”
Urgent shouts come from outside.
A servant excitedly bursts through the door, but upon seeing the unconscious female cultivators on the floor, he can’t help but shiver in fear and silently gasp: “Wow, the Master is really something!”
The screams suddenly stop.
From within the curtains, an irritated voice comes, “You better clarify who is fighting outside! Otherwise, I’ll twist your head off and toss it in the cesspit to feed the maggots!”
The servant’s scalp prickles, and he quickly replies, “I-it’s the Yuhua Sect! Just now, the Yuhua Sect’s army has invaded the Arid Province!”
“What did you say?!”
The curtains are thrown aside by a big hand, and Xue Tianyi walks out with a face full of excitement.
As the young master of the Xue Family, a top-tier dandy in Lingzhou, he has secretly harbored resentment against Ye Junlin ever since he suffered a setback in the Arid Province, eager for him to trip up.
“It’s absolutely true, Master! Word has spread, the Yuhua Sect is serious this time—they’re going to wipe the Xuantian Sect off the map! This is about showing their authority!”
Upon hearing this,
Xue Tianyi’s lips curve into a mad grin, feeling a rush of satisfaction for revenge, “A mere commoner thinks they can act so arrogantly? They’re just asking for payback! I knew he wouldn’t last long!”
With that, Xue Tianyi turns back to the bed where another round of piercing screams starts again, mixed with raucous laughter, and the bed shakes even more violently.
“What are you still standing there for? Get lost!”
“Yes!”
The servant swallows hard, keeps his head down, and backs out.
Arid Province.
The sky is dark and overcast for thousands of miles, creating a stifling atmosphere, leaving the locals feeling uneasy and breathless.
The Yuhua Sect’s fleet moves forward recklessly, the immense pressure sweeping across the area like a storm.
“What a powerful formation! How many cultivators did they mobilize?”
“Can the Xuantian Sect even hold them off this time?”
“Ye Junlin, run!”
The faces of the Arid Province’s cultivators turn pale as they look up at the unstoppable army, feeling their blood freeze.
Although they’ve heard rumors, witnessing the might of the Yuhua Sect with their own eyes shatters any remaining fantasies, replaced by deep fear and despair!
Banshan Sect.
Ouyang Feng’s pupils constrict, his old face showing shock, and his hands tremble slightly.
Deep down, he feels a fear like never before!
How can he dare to face such a massive army alone with his sword like last time?
He can’t even bear to think about it!
“Ye Junlin, I urge you, please don’t push your luck this time. If it comes to it, let’s just escape…”
To everyone, Ye Junlin is the strongest in the Arid Province, the spiritual leader of all the local cultivators. If he were to be wiped out, it would be a huge loss!
Even if he has to flee in disgrace to save his life, it would be understandable!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The sound of drums echoes like heavenly thunder, reaching out for hundreds of miles!
The vast fleet marches forward with unyielding momentum and quickly breaks into the territory of the Xuantian Sect.
Clang clang clang!
The urgent gong reverberates throughout the entire sect.
“The enemy has arrived! All personnel, stand guard!”
The disciples, already on high alert, suppress their trembling hearts and hold their magical treasures, eyes wide with wariness.
To say they aren’t panicking would be a lie!
After all, they are facing the strongest sect in the Eastern Domain!
“Where are the Sect Leaders?” a bunch of elders asks anxiously.
Just then, a powerful wave of energy rises from the back mountain, and several figures step out from the internal space of the sundial.
The Cangjian Peak Master sighs, “After five hundred years of hard cultivation, I was just short of breaking through to Unity, but I still can’t find the feeling. It seems secluding myself in meditation does have its limits.”
“You should be thankful! If it weren’t for the techniques and pills gifted by your nephew Ye, you wouldn’t even break through to Nascent Soul in a lifetime!” the Tianxiang Peak Master rolls her eyes dramatically.
“Where’s the Sect Leader? He hasn’t come out?” the other peak masters ask curiously.
The seven peak masters have all reached the Transformation Stage after five hundred years of hard work in the sundial.
Boom!
A vortex appears.
Xu Yonian steps out, his long hair flying wildly, his eyes flashing with lightning, surrounded by a terrifying aura of thunder.
His cultivation level has already reached the early Unity Stage!
“Leader, you broke through to Unity Stage!” everyone exclaims in delight.
“Alas!”
But contrary to expectations, Xu Yonian shows no joy and instead appears deeply troubled.
Just recently, the Unity Stage would have been a status of a big shot, valuable even in other domains in the Eastern Region.
But now, with the Yuhua Sect pressing down, what does this level even mean?
“A great battle is imminent; we can only fight to the death,” Xu Yonian states firmly, filled with resolve in his eyes.
Swish!
Suddenly, the sundial stops operating, and a figure is forcefully transported out.
“There’s someone else?!”
Xu Yonian and the others are somewhat surprised.
In an instant,
A terrifying pressure descends upon them, making Xu Yonian and the others shiver all over, their hearts grow cold.
“What—what is this…”
In their vision,
Hong Qianye steps forward, hands clasped behind her back, her stunningly beautiful face icy, emanating a chilling aura.
The fire-red mark between her brows adds an extra layer of unique charm.
A typical male figure with a female appearance!
At this moment, each step she takes leaves behind footprints of burning flame; with her arrival, the temperature around rises rapidly, making it feel like being in molten lava.
“Haha, I thought it was someone special, turns out it’s the great disciple of Nephew Ye!” exclaims the Cangjian Peak Master with a broad smile, “Truly a case of ‘the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.’ You two mentor and student are just too talented! Tell your Uncle what level you’ve reached?”
The phrase “the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree”?
Hong Qianye feels insulted, veins popping on her forehead, her gaze icy as she shoots back, “Shut up! What nonsense are you talking?!”
“Ah!”
The Cangjian Peak Master feels a stab in his eyes, clutching them while staggering back a few steps, a sense of dread flooding him as if he’s on the edge of death.
“Brother Jian!” Everyone gasps, looking at Hong Qianye in confusion.
This disciple of Nephew Ye is way too unpredictable!
The Tianxiang Peak Master’s eyebrows rise in anger, “Hong Qianye, your Brother Jian just misspoke; we are, after all, fellow sect members, why get so angry?”
“Fellow sect members? Heh.”
Hong Qianye sneers.
Am I not a major demon path figure, a True Immortal-level powerhouse? How could I be someone you insects can cling to?
In Hong Qianye’s mind, only Ye Junlin in the entire Xuantian Sect is worthy of her attention; the rest are inconsequential characters.
If it weren’t for that guy, she wouldn’t bother with your petty issues.
“What’s with your attitude? Be careful, or I’ll report you to Nephew Ye!” the Tianxiang Peak Master stamps her foot, her chest heaving indignantly.
“Do as you wish, I never looked at him with any respect anyway—besides, that guy is in a tough spot right now.”
Hong Qianye crosses her arms, a playful smile playing on her lips.
Such rebellious words leave everyone in the room exchanging glances, astonished looks filling their eyes.
Is this still the usually obedient disciple in front of Nephew Ye?