Shock!

Fear!

Trembling!

No matter how hard they racked their brains, none of the Great Demons had anticipated that Daoist Yunxiong would be so audacious. He had actually directly summoned the Sect-Defending Divine Artifact, the Nine Heavens Shenxiao Thunder City of the Shenxiao Sect.

This colossal city, as it manifested in the void, was immeasurable in length and size; half submerged in the void, half exposed, visible to the naked eye. With every faint tremble, countless streaks of lightning would flash forth, each capable of tearing the earth apart and evaporating oceans.

This was a true Divine Artifact. Not to mention those at the Dao Body Realm, even a Primordial Spirit Boss standing before it would be blasted and crushed into ashes.

"You madman!"

Unnoticed, the seven Dao Body Realm Demons who had arrived together were now retreating. In the face of an ancient Divine Artifact like the Nine Heavens Shenxiao Thunder City, they were no different from unarmed mortals. This was not a fight of the same caliber; to stay was to seek death!

"Xiahou, take care of yourself." With a look of regret at King Yintian Xiahou Xuanji, who still lay in the huge pit, the host of Great Demons turned and left. If they stayed any longer, and if Daoist Yunxiong, in a fit of rage, decided to command the Thunder City to obliterate them all, there would be no chance for escape then.

Gazing in despair at the seven Great Demons who left without turning back, King Yintian cursed resentfully under his breath, "Such treacherousness, you will surely not die a good death!"

"Still cursing others? You had better think about yourself first." With a cold glance at King Yintian, Daoist Yunxiong waved his sleeve, and the surging lightning turned into ropes, suddenly coiling around the Dao Body Realm Demon, intending to capture him.

CLANG—

At that moment, a pale, jade-like arm suddenly reached out, easily snapping the lightning ropes and saving King Yintian, who was resigned to his death.

"Buddha's mercy is boundless. Donor, may I ask for a favor and spare this unworthy descendant of mine?" Standing in front of King Yintian, a young monk around eighteen or nineteen, dressed in a black kasaya with a string of blood-red Buddha Beads hung on his chest, with a compassionate face and gentle tone, slowly addressed Daoist Yunxiong.

"Who are you?" Looking at the young monk, Daoist Yunxiong's expression turned grave.

He detected not the slightest whiff of cultivation from the young monk. There were only two possibilities for this. The first was that the monk was just an ordinary person, naturally devoid of any cultivation aura. The second was... this person's cultivation was unfathomably profound. He simply lacked the ability to probe his aura.

If given a choice, Daoist Yunxiong naturally hoped for the former. But to appear amidst this gathering of Demons on Divine Sorrow Ridge, and claim that the Dao Body Realm King Yintian was his descendant—there was only one possibility for the monk's identity.

"So you are the Primordial Spirit Boss presiding over Divine Sorrow Ridge." Moving to stand before Qi Xiu and the others, Daoist Yunxiong firmly guarded them behind him.

"What Primordial Spirit Boss? This humble monk is just a person who recites scriptures and prays to Buddha. You haven't answered my question yet, Donor. Could you spare this unworthy descendant of mine?" With eyes half-closed, the young monk in the black kasaya never once raising his head to look at Daoist Yunxiong, spoke faintly once more.

"I..."

About to speak, Daoist Yunxiong suddenly sensed the world grow dim. Everything before him vanished, leaving only the monk. The young monk, murmuring prayers, began to approach him step by step, the blood-red Buddha Beads slowly turning. The mumbling of the scriptures echoed back and forth in this world.

"Master Xing'e, it's been many years since we last met, hasn't it?" A palm rested on Daoist Yunxiong's shoulder, and in an instant, all the visions disappeared, with the young monk still standing where he was, as though he'd never moved.

"Sect Master." Glancing at the middle-aged man who had appeared beside him, Daoist Yunxiong pressed his lips together and bowed to offer his respects.

"We're outside; such courtesies are unnecessary." Waving his hand, the middle-aged man stepped forward. He had ordinary looks, wore a greyish-white robe, and possessed a tall, straight stature.

"Dongfang Qing? You're not dead yet?" Slowly lifting his head, the young monk opened his eyes to look directly at the man before him, a playful smile appearing on his lips.

"Hehehe, what kind of talk is that, Master? Without having finished off all of you, how could Dongfang die first?" A slight smile on his face, Supreme Sect Leader of Shenxiao Sect, Dongfang Qing, stood with his hands clasped behind him, his gaze tranquil.

"That glib tongue of yours certainly takes after your master. Unfortunately, back when your master failed his tribulation and tried to perish together with us, he ended up scattering his own soul. Thinking back on it now, you were merely at the Blood-Stained Realm in your cultivation then, right?" Each word struck at Dongfang Qing's sore spot, but Master Xing'e, the young monk, remained calm, watching him.

"Yes, so many years have passed in the blink of an eye. Come to think of it, your tribulation should be approaching soon, Master. Tsk, with your status, you should not be running about. Risking a journey to Dianchuan Province, could it be that you're uncertain about transcending the tribulation, hence you wish to earn merit and seek other means to pass through it? The Primordial Spirit Tribulation is not easy to traverse. Quite coincidentally, our sect has recently gained some insights during secluded cultivation. If Master should undergo the tribulation, I will definitely sense it. No matter thousands of miles away, I will personally rush over and give you a helping hand." The smile never fading from his face, Dongfang Qing casually replied.

The force of his response, though, caused the always composed Master Xing'e to show a ripple in his gaze.

A Primordial Spirit Boss had already proven immortal. But there were three disasters and nine calamities! And the Heavenly Tribulation was the most commonly encountered amongst them. The Shenxiao Sect controlled Thunder Magic. Dongfang Qing at the Primordial Spirit Realm could help others diminish the power of the Heavenly Tribulation. In the same vein, he could also make the power of the Heavenly Tribulation... double!

Therefore, his threat was not merely simple. It was deadly!

"Sharp eyes and a sharp tongue, typical of the Shenxiao Sect." Unwilling to engage in further verbal disputes with Dongfang Qing, the Monk Xing E pointed to King Yintian at his side, "You have already rescued the person, and this child has been injured by you to such an extent, losing a thousand years of Dao cultivation. Let's stop here and let bygones be bygones, how about that?"

"No way! By abducting one of our disciples, he has slapped the face of the Shenxiao Sect. These youngsters are still too impulsive. Even if they had not come, I would have personally come to Divine Sorrow Ridge to seek justice! I must take this Fierce Ghost with me. Furthermore, I shall announce to the world: offending the Shenxiao Sect will result in this fate! Don't look so defiant. If you disagree, I will flatten your Divine Sorrow Ridge. Don't believe me? Try me."

The inherent arrogance and domineering nature of the Shenxiao Sect were fully embodied in Dongfang Qing. Facing another Primordial Spirit Realm cultivator, even one with older seniority and cultivation like Monk Xing E, he showed no sign of backing down. His words were sharp as a blade!

"Are you threatening me?" With slightly narrowed eyes, the Buddha Beads hanging on Monk Xing E's chest began to glow, as figures that were ancient and mysterious, exuding a grand presence seemed to emerge from the beads.

"Yes, I am threatening you! So, do you want to fight?" Taking a step forward, Dongfang Qing's hands hung naturally by his side. Above his head, the terrifyingly large and majestic Lei City, whose dimensions were unknown, rumbled and shook ominously.

Within the vast city walls, deafening mechanical sounds erupted. A cannon muzzle resembling a black hole was hoisted high. It brimmed with the dazzling light of the source of thousands of thunders, brewing and gathering, exuding a world-shaking and terrifying might.

Nine Heavens Shenxiao Thunder City!

Primordial Heavenly Thunder Cannon!

Seeing that Dongfang Qing had truly revived the supreme Divine Artifact, Monk Xing E's face showed grave concern.

Primordial Heavenly Thunder Cannon!

He had once had the fortune to witness the terrifying power of this supreme Divine Artifact. It was when Dongfang Qing's master oversaw the Shenxiao Sect that an Outer Realm Evil God attempted to descend into this Home Realm. After lying in wait for over seventeen hundred years and finally reaching the Primordial Spirit Realm, it began to construct an array to attempt to summon its true body. The ritual had been half successful; the Evil God's body had already begun its descent.

However, it was discovered by the Shenxiao Sect. At that time, Dongfang Qing's master did not hesitate, directly revived the Nine Heavens Shenxiao Thunder City, and used the Primordial Heavenly Thunder Cannon to blast the Outer Realm Evil God's Primordial Spirit Avatar into ashes. If its true body had not escaped in time, it would have met the same fate, scattered as ash in the wind.

And as Monk Xing E knew, there were a full three thousand of these Thunder Cannons within the entire Nine Heavens Shenxiao Thunder City!

"An old madman teaches a bunch of young madmen. Abusing Divine Artifacts, you will certainly incur divine punishment one day!" Seeing that Dongfang Qing was truly ready to mobilize the Nine Heavens Shenxiao Thunder City at any cost, Monk Xing E did not dare to gamble. He dropped a harsh warning, and his figure gradually dissolved into nothingness. He fled.

Watching as even an old ancestor of the Primordial Spirit Realm was scared away by the Shenxiao Sect, King Yintian lay on the ground, his face ashen and with a lifeless look in his eyes, seemingly resigned to his fate.

"Tsk." With a disdainful snort, Dongfang Qing turned and nodded towards Daoist Yunxiong. Then his gaze shifted onto Qi Xiu and the others, his expression gradually becoming stern.

"A group of youngsters, so bold and reckless to intrude into a forbidden place like Divine Sorrow Ridge. If it weren't for your master notifying me in time, you wouldn't even know how you died! Utterly ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth!" He scolded sharply, with a mighty and solemn tone that made Qi Xiu and Li Jun subconsciously lower their heads.

"Sect Master, I also participated in this matter. If punishment is due, please punish me as well." After struggling to return to the city, the entirety of Dead Spirit City had been blasted by layers of mighty forces from the recent battle, and Nangong Qingqiu was directly thrown thousands of miles away. Enduring relentless oppression all the way back, her soul was faintly cracked from the shock. Standing before Dongfang Qing, Nangong Qingqiu shielded Qi Xiu and Li Jun behind her. Wei Wujie lay unconscious. Being the second senior sister, she naturally had to take responsibility.

"Hmph! What's this about, do you think this is an award ceremony?" A snort, sounding like thunder from the ninth heaven, made the three tremble all over. The pressure from a Primordial Spirit Boss made them feel like a tiny boat amidst the vast ocean, about to be crushed by massive waves.

"Since you are all so courageous, then do not blame this Sect Master..." Slowly raising his right hand, Dongfang Qing's eyes blazed with lightning. The terrifying aura made his figure seem infinitely tall, as if he were the sovereign of the Thunder Path.

Clenching their fists, while Qi Xiu and the others bowed their heads, their spines were ramrod straight.

In this matter, they had done no wrong!

Even if the Sect Master punished them, they would still have no regrets!

Just as Dongfang Qing's hand was about to descend, Qi Xiu and the others clenched their jaws, their expressions resolute.

POP—

He lightly tapped the tops of their heads, and pristine, vast power flowed into their bodies, instantly restoring their not-yet-healed bodies to peak condition. With a chuckle at the puzzled looks from Qi Xiu and the others, Dongfang Qing stood with his hands behind his back, smiling as he spoke, "Although you youngsters have acted rashly, for the sake of your fellow disciples, you've shown willingness to go through fire and water, to rescue with your lives at stake. This is what it means to be a disciple of the Shenxiao Sect! Well done! And moreover... I have long found this Divine Sorrow Ridge disagreeable. I just never had an excuse to deal with them. Your actions have given me a reason to act. Ha ha ha, delightful, truly delightful. When we return to the Sect, I shall reward you handsomely!"

After a hearty laugh, Dongfang Qing spread his arms wide, draping them over the shoulders of Qi Xiu and the others, "Let's go. I will take you back home!"

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