Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 378 The Favor of Heaven and Earth (25th of the 10,000-word update)

Yu Yiming swaggered into the valley.

But then they saw Chen Linyuan sitting cross-legged under the pear tree with his eyes closed. Not far away, Qin Ying was restrained by Chen Linyuan and could not move.

Upon seeing these nine cultivators from the Demonic Ruins, Qin Ying grasped at them as if they were a lifeline and called out to them loudly.

"Seniors! Chen Linyuan has been poisoned by the Feather Sound Poison and should have lost all his cultivation at this moment!"

Yu Yiming glanced at her casually, then with a flick of his sleeve, a chilling demonic aura swept out, shattering the sword energy that was binding Qin Ying.

Qin Ying suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, then staggered and fell to her knees.

"Thank you for saving me, senior..."

"Mm." Yu Yiming nodded. "You did very well."

"You can die now."

"Bam—!"

The sound of flesh and blood exploding echoed throughout the silent valley. Qin Ying had no chance to react; he merely showed a look of shock before shattering into a cloud of blood mist.

A cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage would not even have the chance to conceive of a single thought of resistance before disappearing from this world in the face of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Before the surging blood could even splatter, it was drawn into Yu Yiming's palm by an invisible force.

It solidified into a translucent, scarlet blood jade thumb ring.

He looked at it with great interest for a while, then suddenly frowned: "Tsk, not beautiful."

With a clench of his five fingers, the blood-jade ring crumbled into dust and scattered in the wind.

The other eight Nascent Soul cultivators didn't even glance at Qin Ying.
Foundation building is nothing more than a life as insignificant as grass.

"Sect Leader Chen, it's been hundreds of years. Do you still remember me?"

Yu Yiming stepped over the blood-stained stone steps and stopped not far in front of Chen Linyuan.

Chen Linyuan sat cross-legged under the pear tree with his eyes closed, and there was no spiritual energy fluctuation around him, as if he had merged with the secluded valley.

Seeing that the other party had no reaction, Yu Yiming's eyes surged with hostility: "Is it true that important people have bad memories? I am Yu Yiming, a disciple of Master Xiumu."

"You killed my master back then, and then you just threw me away like trash in the desolate western wilderness. I've remembered that for hundreds of years. How could you possibly forget?"

Yu Yiming walked slowly toward Chen Linyuan, as if he were simply catching up with an old friend.

"Do you still have that ability now?"

"Hmph ho ho ho ha ha ha ha..."

Yu Yiming first chuckled softly, then the laughter grew louder and louder, echoing through the sky.

"What do you mean by dominating the Central Region, what do you mean by peerless elegance, what do you mean by being unparalleled in the world..."

"Your past glory was merely a gift from heaven. Even a stray dog ​​could achieve the same success with that kind of luck."

Yu Yiming's face was filled with a maniacal smile and undisguised elation.

"You don't deserve it at all."

"Look at yourself now, Chen Linyuan..."

His smile faded, and he said, word by word, "Everyone will eventually have to say goodbye to the things they can't control."

Chen Linyuan raised an eyebrow slightly, without refuting.

However, he finally spoke up, saying, "Is this Feather Sound Poison the best poison you can offer? It's taking so long to take effect."

He picked up the medicine bottle from the ground, poured some into his mouth, and it was empty.

"Any more?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Yu Yiming's smile froze, then turned extremely gloomy.

Behind him, the gazes of eight Nascent Soul Realm demonic cultivators all fell upon this man.

Nine Nascent Soul cultivators stood before him, ready to take his life. Was he not afraid at all?

This person is indeed quite different from ordinary cultivators.

The entire Dongyuan Sect is now in complete chaos, with spiritual energy and demonic energy in a state of confusion. Yet, sitting here, he felt that the sky was clear and the air was fresh.

Even though they didn't use any spiritual power or sword energy, their dissipated demonic energy was naturally repelled.

He was simply sitting quietly under the pear tree, yet that spot seemed to become the center of the entire world.

Blessed by heaven and earth, and the focus of everyone's attention, perhaps only this can truly live up to the name of a prodigy.

These people have seen many geniuses in the Central Region and the Demon Ruins.

Compared to Chen Linyuan before him, he suddenly realized that everyone he had seen before was just an ordinary person.

There's nothing we can do about it, after all, this person can already be considered half a banished immortal.

Chen Tianze did not make a move. With a thought, demonic energy slowly rose and surged into his eyes.

"Observe the aura!"

In an instant, Chen Tianze's pupils turned completely black.

In his eyes, the whole world lost its color, leaving only a flowing breath.

"This……"

When he looked at Chen Linyuan, even with the composure and temperament of a Nascent Soul cultivator, he couldn't help but gasp and feel a great shock in his heart.

Centered on Chen Linyuan, within a radius of a hundred feet, the scene was dazzling and magnificent, a stark contrast to the surrounding gloom and desolation!
Golden and crimson light intertwined and rose. The sea of ​​clouds burned and churned endlessly.

Amidst the rosy glow, a misty purple aura permeated the air, resembling an emperor's crown, enveloping the surrounding fields.

Within this magnificent aura of interwoven gold, red, and purple, it sometimes transforms into the form of dragons and phoenixes, their necks intertwined in a long cry; at other times, it transforms into cranes in the clouds, their necks outstretched towards the sky.

Auspicious clouds and mist, ethereal and otherworldly.

This is hardly the fortune of a cultivator in the mortal realm!
"hiss……"

Chen Tianze felt a sharp, needle-like pain in his eyes. He groaned and dared not look directly at the phantoms anymore.

However, being a Nascent Soul Realm divine sense, he was able to detect some clues.

Chen Linyuan's aura was so magnificent that it was almost unbearable to look directly at him.

While it appears magnificent and unparalleled, it has actually already shown signs of decline.

That hundred-foot-tall strange phenomenon was slowly shrinking at an irreversible rate.

In a short while, the brilliant golden rainbow gradually dimmed, the fiery red glow slowly faded, and the misty purple aura also gradually dissipated.

The dragon coils and the phoenix soars, unable to fly or dance.

The cranes cry out to the heavens, their cries filled with sorrow and lament.

"Is this... the sign that the old days are coming to an end?"

Chen Tianze muttered to himself.

He finally understood what it meant to be certain of death.

Chen Linyuan was the chosen one of the heavens and earth of this era, but now that era is about to pass.

He will certainly disappear; fate is taking away everything it has given him.

No matter how glorious he once was, he is now in his twilight years, and there is no way to reverse his fate.

Even if none of the nine of them came, Chen Linyuan would still die for various reasons.

"God willing……"

Chen Tianze raised his head and looked up at the clouds.

Can cultivators across the land, whether righteous or demonic, truly defy the will of Heaven?
"Even when death is imminent, they still dare to play tricks."

Chen Linyuan's indifferent attitude and calm expression enraged Yu Yiming.

"Give me a sigh!"

boom--!
He could no longer restrain himself and unleashed his fury, unleashing the terrifying pressure of his Nascent Soul realm cultivation without reservation.

The spiritual energy surged, and the Yin energy gathered, condensing into a giant hand.

It was as black as ink, with its five fingers spread wide, pressing down on Chen Linyuan's head, trying to suppress him.

The power of this palm strike was enough to turn a small mountain into dust.

However, what they were witnessing was extremely bizarre.

The overwhelmingly powerful demonic hand began to slowly disintegrate when it was still several feet away from Chen Linyuan's head.

It was as if it had touched some special boundary barrier. By the time the demonic energy and spiritual power pressed down, it had already collapsed beyond recognition.

Even the pear tree only lost a few petals and leaves.

"what?"

Yu Yiming was stunned for a moment, then, disbelieving, he struck out with both hands.

He hadn't actually intended to kill Chen Linyuan; after all, he wanted to torture him properly, so he naturally wouldn't use his full strength.

However, at this moment, he had no choice but to resort to his true abilities.

Two condensed black beams shot towards Chen Linyuan's brow and dantian.

The result was exactly the same.

As the black light approached within a few feet of its opponent, it began to slow down, its radiance rapidly shrinking and dimming.

The distance of several feet was like an insurmountable chasm.

When the two streaks of dark light finally reached Chen Linyuan and were less than a foot away, they were reduced to a faint layer of black mist.

It vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed, without even a breeze.

The valley was deathly silent.

Only the pear blossoms drifted down on their own.

The pupils of Chen Tianze and the other eight people suddenly contracted.

They could see clearly that Chen Linyuan hadn't moved a single finger from beginning to end.

"..."

Yu Yiming remained silent, but his heart was filled with resentment and malice.

Chen Linyuan is only a Golden Core cultivator now!

He was also poisoned by the Feather Sound Poison, how could this happen?!

He actually knew why, but he was just a little unwilling to accept it.

It is certain that Chen Linyuan will die, but the time is not yet ripe. Before his fortune dissipates, he will still be protected by the remaining blessings of this world.

The last vestiges of the old world's destiny were so domineering and unreasonable.

"hehe."

Chen Linyuan chuckled and finally opened his eyes.

The nine Nascent Soul cultivators, including Yu Yiming, were immediately on high alert. They instinctively took a few steps back, their demonic energy surging to protect their bodies.

"It seems," Chen Linyuan's voice held a hint of amusement, "that bunch of old fogies in the Demon Ruins only told you that the heavens were going to destroy me, but they didn't tell you..."

"Before Heaven truly takes me away, none of you are even qualified to touch me."

"..."

"It's just a sad and lamentable thing. I, Chen Linyuan, have lived a life of great glory, but the last people I saw before I died were you bunch of ugly and deformed people."

"A real spoilsport."

After Chen Linyuan finished speaking, he closed his eyes again.

"I've heard that this poison not only drains a person's spiritual power, leaving them helpless, but also plunges them into the most realistic illusion."

"Seeing what you fear most."

"My sword energy has now dissipated, but how long will it take to enter this illusion?"

I wonder if it's really just a coincidence.

As soon as he finished speaking, wisps of pale blue mist began to emanate from Chen Linyuan's body.

Upon seeing this, Yu Yiming let out a cold laugh.

As the saying goes, "Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad," and Chen Linyuan was in such a predicament.

Chen Tianze opened his eyes to observe the qi again.

"If we calculate based on the speed at which its fortune fades, it will take about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

This time, Chen Tianze no longer concealed his observations and told the other eight Nascent Soul cultivators what he had seen.

"Alright, I'll wait for you for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

Yu Yiming said, "It's good to let you see your sect reduced to ashes, and to see your disciples' souls and spirits annihilated."

In fact, including Yu Yiming, the nine Nascent Soul cultivators had extremely divergent attitudes toward Chen Linyuan.

On the one hand, they look down on such people.

By the grace of fate and the protection of the world.

Heaven bestows its blessings, and the earth offers its opportunities.

Anyone with these qualities would be a prodigy.

If one could share even a tiny fraction of this, one might be able to reach the Divine Transformation stage and have the hope of achieving immortality.

On the other hand, they also fear such people.

Those who cultivate the Tao often talk about defying the heavens, but in reality, few dare to disobey the heavens.

Many mysterious and enigmatic things are best believed to exist rather than not to exist.

They knew perfectly well that the people who killed Chen Linyuan were not themselves, but rather that they had taken advantage of the situation.

If killing Chen Linyuan could truly grant them some great fortune or opportunity...

Why don't the seniors come in person?
Fortunately, with a show-off like Yu Yiming, the rest of the group can rest easy.

……

With the great formation broken and demonic cultivators descending, the Dongyuan Sect was now engulfed in blood and fire.

Nine Nascent Soul cultivators headed straight for the forbidden area, while the Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining cultivators of the Demon Ruins also descended along with the demonic clouds.

In terms of overall strength, the cultivators left behind by the Dongyuan Sect are actually on par with those below the Golden Core Realm in the Demon Ruins.

With nine Nascent Soul cultivators and one Golden Core cultivator hanging over their heads, everyone knew in their hearts that this battle was certain death.

Therefore, those demonic cultivators swarmed towards the Dongyuan Sect cultivators like locusts.

Beneath the rolling black clouds, this place seemed to have become the territory of the demonic cultivators.

"Watch out!" Luo Xia roared hoarsely, unleashing all his late-stage Foundation Establishment spiritual power. A crimson sword light swept out, annihilating the attacks of the two Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators.

His intervention temporarily gave his disciples a glimmer of hope.

"Elder Luo, how have you been?"

Among the cultivators of the Demon Ruins, a female cultivator at the Pseudo-Core Formation stage stepped out and casually raised her hand, ordering the other two Foundation Establishment demon cultivators to retreat elsewhere.

"It's you……"

"Elder Luo, as you know, I admire you very much."

She smiled charmingly: "Those who know when to yield are the heroes. Not to mention Dongyuan Sect, even the righteous path of Chu and the nine border kingdoms will be overthrown."

"Why not surrender to my Demon Ruins sooner rather than later, lest you ruin your promising future?"

"..."

Luo Xiaming did not speak to her; at this moment, his heart was filled with sorrow.

The Demon Ruins arrived too quickly. The thought of escaping with some of his disciples had just arisen in his mind, but he had no choice but to give it up.

It's too late, there's simply not enough time.

These demonic cultivators came with the intention of annihilating the entire sect, leaving no one alive!

He was a renowned figure, along with several other peak masters and elders present, who were usually respected by the disciples within the sect.

The titles "Elder" and "Peak Master" sound prestigious, but in the end, they are nothing more than Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Compared to those at the Nascent Soul and Golden Core stages, their meager cultivation was truly like an ant trying to shake a tree, as insignificant as dust.

There's nothing we can do!
Despair gnawed at his mind, and all he could do now was pray for a miraculous miracle so that more disciples could escape this deadly predicament.

He no longer thought about breaking out; his eyes were filled only with a resolute will to die.

He commanded his flying sword to slash at the female cultivator, the crimson sword light surging forth.

He only hoped to slay a few more demons before he was exhausted, so as to buy his young disciples more time to escape.

Even if it's just for a moment.

(End of this chapter)