bookcurios Chapter 1791
Chapter 1791
"Ugh!"
"This trip has truly taught me a lesson!"
Compared to the remnants of the Seven Peaks, the elders and disciples of the Four Holy Cities were quite composed, only able to close their eyes and await death when faced with their ancestor personally taking action.
Of course, those who cried out in despair were all disciples who had not cultivated a second primordial spirit; for them, the death of their physical body was equivalent to true death.
However, these pleas and cries could not stop the icy divine power.
After a dozen or so breaths, the entire airspace fell completely silent, leaving only Wang Teng, Xue Dao, and the other four "young generation" successors, as well as Wang Zheng, Lao Dao, the woman in black, and two others, all covered in blood.
Crimson blood mist filled the void, even tinging the sunlight with a pale red hue. The onlookers gasped in shock, their faces turning pale—the phrase "trouble comes from the mouth" now seemed so bloody and jarring.
The purple light in the distance witnessed all of this, and its resolve grew stronger. It moved swiftly, transforming into a streak of light to catch up with Chen Xuan, cupping its hands in greeting, "Brother Chen Xuan, please wait."
"Oh? Brother Zi Mang hasn't left yet?" Chen Xuan smiled as he saw him return.
"We were reckless in our previous attack on Brother Chen Xuan," Zi Mang said, adopting an extremely humble posture and readily admitting his mistake.
Chen Xuan nodded slowly. He knew in his heart that the cultivation world was a dog-eat-dog world—without the strength to protect one's opportunities, it was only a matter of time before one was schemed against and attacked.
If he wanted something, he would do the same, but he wouldn't beat around the bush; he would go straight to their door, decisive and efficient.
After all, in the world of cultivation, being weak is the greatest original sin.
Seeing that Chen Xuan held no grudge, Zi Mang felt relieved and quickly took out a translucent white jade talisman, handing it over with both hands: "Brother Chen Xuan, this is the invitation token from the Purple Mansion Holy Land. If you intend to join the sect, you can crush this talisman after arriving at the Purple Star Nebula. At that time, I will definitely hold a banquet to apologize to you and your sister-in-law Yu Yao for the previous conflict."
Chen Xuan smiled and accepted the jade talisman, giving him face: "Alright, I'll have to trouble Brother Zi Mang then."
These words filled Zi Mang with joy, but he remained calm on the surface. He cupped his hands to Chen Xuan and his six Daoist companions and said, "This matter arose because of the three of us. Rest assured, if you join my Purple Mansion Holy Land, all subsequent troubles will be resolved."
Chen Xuan just smiled and didn't reply—choosing a sect is a top priority for cultivators. Not only do sects choose disciples, but disciples also choose their sects. Saying anything more at this moment would be useless.
Zi Mang knew the limits of the situation, so she didn't try to persuade him further. After exchanging a few more pleasantries, she transformed into a streak of light and left.
Truly top-tier cultivators rarely form mortal feuds with monstrous talents of the same level.
If not for the hatred of killing one's father and taking one's wife, most of the fighting is for the treasures of heaven and earth and the opportunity for cultivation.
Once one side demonstrates absolute overwhelming strength, past conflicts become a thing of the past and are no longer brought up.
Of course, this only applies to ordinary rare treasures; if it is a peerless treasure that only appears once in a million years, then it will be a fight to the death.
Therefore, it is not surprising that Chen Xuan and Zi Mang were able to chat and laugh when they parted.
However, this scene made the Second Elder of Qilin City feel uneasy, and he couldn't help but say to Jiang Bieli, "City Lord! Chen Xuan is arrogant and has openly trampled on the dignity of Qilin City! If we back down, Qilin City will have no dignity left!"
At this moment, he only wanted to provoke conflict—with the help of Qilin City's power, he could still mediate; if he fled now, he would only die faster.
"Shut up!" The First Elder's face darkened, and he shouted sternly, "Even at this point, you're still trying to sow discord!"
The other elders watched Chen Xuan and his group slowly approaching, their eyes filled with fear—even the second-class celestial gods of the Seven Peaks could be easily suppressed and killed, so they, the third and second-class celestial immortals, didn't even have the right to resist in front of Chen Xuan.
Fortunately, Lin Yuyao was still standing behind Chen Xuan.
The elders exchanged glances, a glimmer of hope rekindling in their hearts—perhaps this young master could be the last chance for Qilin City to turn things around.