I forge immortality with a pagoda.

How could a place like the Southern Region possess such a high-grade True Qi? Even if the three strongest sects in this region were to use all their resources, they probably wouldn't be able to gather even half a cultivation method!

No one dared to think any further, their eyes fixed on the two people in the room.

"He Chen, Yang Yue, what are you waiting for?!" Yu Yihu roared hoarsely, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The two Taoists who were named remained motionless, like old monks in deep meditation, eyes focused on their noses and noses on their hearts.

The others looked struggled, but ultimately none of them responded.

The situation was already clear; from the moment Shen Yu revealed that terrifying true qi, the outcome of this struggle was already predetermined.

Seeing that no one was coming to his aid, a ruthless glint flashed in Yu Yihu's eyes.

With a slight thought, the two teams of nearly a hundred golden-armored warriors behind him immediately brandished their golden spears and surged towards Shen Yu like a tidal wave, filled with overwhelming killing intent!

These golden-armored warriors are not traditional immortal cultivators.

To forge these strongmen, one must select physically robust soldiers, then infuse their bodies with gold dust and supplement them with secret medicines to strengthen their muscles and bones. Only after a long period of training can one succeed.

Moreover, a blood pact must be signed beforehand to prevent the strongman from betraying them and attacking them after the mission is accomplished.

After his success, the Golden Armor Warrior's physical body became as hard as refined steel, his strength was boundless, and his lifespan also increased. His individual strength was even equivalent to that of a cultivator at the third level of the Kaiyuan realm.

However, this method also has significant drawbacks.

Those who are infused with golden sand must endure lifelong pain akin to being bitten by insects and ants, and from then on, they are cut off from vital energy and true qi, making it impossible for them to make any progress in their cultivation. They will also be unable to use Taoist arts and supernatural powers.

Shen Yu had already learned these secrets from his master, Daoist Yunhui.

But that alone is not enough to pose any threat to oneself.

Shen Yu remained unmoved in the face of the surging torrent of golden-armored warriors.

The Primordial Profound Truth surged once more, like an invisible, furious dragon, crashing fiercely into the leading warrior.

"boom!"

The strongman was as fragile as paper; the moment he came into contact with the true qi, he shattered into pieces and exploded into a cloud of blood mist!

The true energy continued to sweep without stopping, and wherever it passed, the golden-armored warriors collapsed, blood spurted out, and limbs and armor fragments flew everywhere.

However, these strongmen seemed to feel no pain or fear, and continued to charge towards Shen Yu one after another, sacrificing themselves.

Tai Chu Xuan Zhen swept through the land with unstoppable force, killing dozens of strongmen in succession before his momentum slowed down slightly and finally came to a stop.

Inside the palace grounds, blood had flowed like a river, and the stench of blood was overwhelming.

Seeing that Shen Yu was able to kill so many golden-armored warriors in one go, Yu Yihu was finally overwhelmed with despair.

He knew all too well that the person before him was someone he could no longer contend with.

In no time, Shen Yu had slaughtered all the golden-armored warriors in the arena, leaving none alive.

Shen Yu mocked, "Your strongmen are just like you, all useless."

"you!"

Shen Yu no longer held back, and opened his mouth to exhale another wisp of pure true qi, which shot straight at Yu Yihu's vital point like an arrow released from a bow!

Yu Dingguan, who had been holding back all along, suddenly darted out from the side.

Although Shen Yu was prepared, his mind was fixed on this person. When he saw him step forward, he immediately used his true qi to kill him as well.

However, Yu Dingguan did not retaliate; instead, he knelt down with a thud.

He said urgently, "Senior Shen's Taoist magic is profound and his divine power is unfathomable. We juniors know we are no match for him. We beg you to show mercy and spare my father and me."

"We humbly offer up the entire foundation of the Yu Kingdom, along with all our magical treasures and resources, to our predecessor!"

Shen Yu merely sneered upon hearing this, "I still prefer your arrogant demeanor from earlier. Why don't you revert to your previous attitude?"

The last glimmer of hope in Yu Dingguan's eyes was completely extinguished, turning into endless despair.

The next moment, the true qi had already attacked him, and he felt his vision suddenly go black.

The head exploded like a watermelon, splattering red and white matter everywhere. The headless corpse swayed slightly before falling straight forward.

"Guan'er—!!!"

Yu Yihu let out a heart-wrenching howl, ignoring his severe injuries, and charged forward like a madman.

Shen Yu had a thought and was about to use his true qi to finish him off when he suddenly saw a change in the celestial phenomena.

Suddenly, a radiant glow descended from the sky, and a seven-colored auspicious cloud instantly enveloped the entire palace, illuminating the halls and pavilions with dazzling brilliance.

"You scoundrel! How dare you act so violently!"

A furious roar, imbued with supreme authority, resounded throughout the land.

Following the sound was a dazzling, intense bolt of lightning, powerful enough to melt gold and smelt stone.

The lightning bolt struck down fiercely from the clouds with incredible speed, hitting Shen Yu's forehead directly.

Shen Yu's pupils contracted sharply, and in the blink of an eye, he raised his sword to meet the attack head-on, bracing against the thunderous power!

"Clang—!"

With a piercing explosion, the Spirit Cry Sword was instantly charred black, surrounded by swirling blue smoke.

An indescribable force and heat surged into Shen Yu's arm through his meridians. Veins bulged on Shen Yu's forehead, and his entire arm felt numb and tingling, almost losing all sensation.

"What domineering lightning magic!" Shen Yu exclaimed in surprise.

Among all the myriad Taoist arts and supernatural powers, thunder magic has always been hailed as the foremost of all magics, the most lethal, and the most powerful and yang, and the most brutal.

Thunder is the pivot of heaven and earth, governing the life and death of all things in the universe.

Its power is evident!

Shen Yu suppressed his surprise and looked up.

Beneath the colorful clouds, a middle-aged Taoist priest slowly descended into the void.

This person was dressed in a robe with the Eight Trigrams symbol, wore a hibiscus crown, had a slender face, and three long strands of beard flowing down his chest. He truly had the air of an immortal and possessed a remarkable demeanor.

As soon as the man appeared, Yu Yihu shouted hoarsely, "Brother-in-law, you've finally arrived!"

"This scoundrel is the murderer who killed Meng'er and Tong'er, and now he has cruelly killed Guan'er!"

Wen Tiancheng turned to look at the headless corpse, his eyes blazing with fury that seemed about to burst forth.

"Yi Hu, don't be hasty. Let me capture this brat first, and I'll make him wish he were dead!"

Suddenly, a woman's voice came from the inner palace, "What's all the commotion outside?!"

The voice was none other than Queen Wenxun's voice; the footsteps grew clearer as they approached.

Wen Tiancheng's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly turned to Yu Yihu and shouted, "Yihu, quickly stop Xunmei! Don't let her see this tragic scene!"

Yu Yihu immediately understood and quickly went to the inner palace to greet him.

Having sent Yu Yihu away, Wen Tiancheng turned his gaze back to Shen Yu, and then scanned the surrounding cultivators who were observing from the sidelines.

When He Chen Sanren, Yang Yue Daoren, and the others met his gaze, they all bowed and clasped their hands in greeting, their expressions respectful and not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

They knew perfectly well that Wen Tiancheng was a master of the sixth level of Qi Refining, and that he also possessed a superior thunder technique with unparalleled power.

Yu Yihu never hid this information from others, which is why everyone was extremely wary of him.

Even so, no one intends to intervene at this moment.

In the world of cultivation, the winner takes all and the loser is condemned—this is an ironclad rule, and they are well aware of it.

Shen Yu said calmly, "Your lightning magic does have some skill, but..."

He separated a wisp of his true energy and channeled it into the Spirit Cry Sword. The sword immediately shone brightly, and the charred, dead skin-like layer peeled off, revealing a clear and shiny silver-white blade.

"No matter how powerful it is, it's still within the realm of Taoist arts, far from supernatural powers. How could it possibly harm my superior-grade talisman sword?"

The Spirit Cry Sword in Shen Yu's hand only had its spiritual energy slightly reduced by half, and the sword itself was completely undamaged.

"High-grade Talisman Sword?!"

These words left the onlookers speechless.

They could remain calm if it was a mid-grade talisman, but a high-grade talisman was truly a rare find.

In their view, even if Wen Tiancheng's cultivation level were a few points higher, there was absolutely no way he could defeat this weapon!

Wen Tiancheng was already on high alert and even had some thoughts of seeking peace.

But he also knew that the conflict between the two sides had reached an irreconcilable point, and there was no point in saying anything at this point.

So he spread his hands forward, and a large amount of silver-white lightning shot out, like a sea of ​​silver snakes, which tightly encircled Shen Yu, leaving him with no way to avoid it.

His move was based on the assumption that Shen Yu's talisman sword had a narrow attack range and could not defend against such a large number of lightning bolts.

But things didn't go as planned. Shen Yu simply sighed, "It's just a minor matter."

Immediately, starlight flickered between his brows, shooting out a pure white beam of light that leaped towards Wen Tiancheng.

The moment this technique was used, it completely enveloped the incessant thunder and lightning, instantly extinguishing it.

Wen Tiancheng was terrified and leaped up to escape for his life.

His speed was incredibly fast; it was unclear what secret technique he used, but he leaped across a distance of dozens of feet in a single bound.

He was fast, and the light was even faster; in the blink of an eye, it made contact with Wen Tiancheng's body.

Wen Tiancheng let out a shrill scream, his body stiffened in mid-air, and then shattered into pieces like tattered cotton, turning into a shower of blood that fell down.

Tiny specks of shimmering white light rose gently from the flesh and blood, disappearing into the refined light.

A few breaths later, a purplish-black pill was born, with tiny arcs of electricity occasionally jumping on its surface, emitting a slight "crackling" sound.

With a swift movement, Shen Yu had already taken the pill into his palm. He then transformed into a graceful figure and sped towards several palaces deep within the royal palace.

In an instant, screams and wails rose from all over the palace gardens.

When he returned to the original spot, the Taoist priests were still standing there, motionless.

Shen Yu shook the several pill bottles in his hand, a satisfied look on his face.

This time, the Refining Light was used to refine more than a hundred people, most of whom were ordinary people, including several cultivators at the first level of the Opening Yuan stage, and two Qi Refining cultivators.

These two Qi Refining cultivators were none other than the King Yu Yihu and Wen Tiancheng.

As for Wen Xun...

Naturally, it was also refined into a pill by Shen Yu.

Looking at Shen Yu's warm smile, the cultivators suddenly felt a chill for no apparent reason.

In their eyes, the gentle young man in front of them would cause rivers of blood to flow once he made a move; he was a veritable god of death.

Everyone lowered their heads and bowed their eyes, behaving very respectfully, and no one dared to utter a sound.

Seeing their expressions, Shen Yu found it somewhat amusing.

He Chen and the other two, Yang Yue Daoist and Yu Song Lao Daoist were all old acquaintances. They had served Yu Yi Hu in the past only because they were forced by him, so he could not act rashly.

"Greetings, seniors." He bowed slightly, his tone calm.

"No, no!"

He Chen Sanren quickly waved his hand, saying he dared not.

"How dare we, with our meager cultivation at the Kaiyuan stage, be worthy of being called seniors?"

"Senior Shen, you flatter us!"

The others chimed in agreement, afraid of angering Shen Yu, this ruthless killer.

"I wonder if any of you could clearly see what kind of magic technique my final move was?"

The men's expressions tightened, and they all felt a chill run down their spines.

He Chen and the other two braced themselves and spoke first: "Of course we saw it. The Taoist technique that Senior Shen used at the end must have far exceeded the category of Taoist arts. Our cultivation is too low to fathom its depth."

Shen Yu nodded slowly and said, "Well...that's true, but that last move of mine really can't be revealed. Besides, the origin of that true qi isn't simple either, so..."

The Taoist priests exchanged glances, all understanding the unspoken meaning in Shen Yu's words.

They all solemnly declared in unison, "Senior Shen, we all agree to sign a blood pact, vowing to serve you as our slaves for the rest of our lives, and swearing to be loyal to you to the death!"

A blood pact is a covenant established by using the essence and blood of cultivators as a catalyst to draw upon the power of heaven and earth.

This contract is extremely binding. If either party violates it, they will suffer a backlash from heaven and earth, and their body and soul will be destroyed.

There are various types of contracts; one can bind both parties together, or one party can become a servant unilaterally.

If one is willing to become a slave, then once the contract is signed, the master has the power of life and death over one's own life and death, in the blink of an eye.

When some cultivators train spirit pets and mounts, they actually use blood contracts.

However, the blood pact used when raising spirit pets is different, and sometimes it is not necessary to obtain the consent of the demon beast or spirit beast.

Besides this type of contract, there is also a "legal decree".

Its core is to draw upon the power of heaven and earth to create a contract. When writing it, spiritual ink and spiritual paper are required. The higher the grade of the spiritual ink and spiritual paper used, the stronger the effect.

But no matter how high the quality of the spirit paper and spirit ink is, it cannot compare to the binding force of a blood pact.

It can be said that once a blood pact between master and servant is signed, the life and death of the servant is entirely in the hands of the master, and there is no chance of the servant ever being able to turn the tables.

Therefore, the Taoist priests present had already retreated to their last line of defense with such statements.

If Shen Yu still doesn't agree, then the group will have no choice but to fight to the death.

A moment of silence fell over the room, and none of the Taoist priests dared to speak.

Upon hearing their words, Shen Yu fell into thought for a moment.

He was weighing the options, weighing whether or not he should take the risk.

Once his secret is exposed, he will surely be hunted down by various sects. And now, his cultivation is insufficient and he has not yet gained power. If a Foundation Establishment cultivator comes, he will definitely not be able to resist.

but...

The Taoist priests in front of him had not treated him and his master badly in normal times, and could be considered fellow practitioners of the Xuanmen sect. He simply couldn't bring himself to harm them.

He also thought of leaving a few people behind to manage the Yu Kingdom.

Although this place is barren, it does have a spring of spiritual energy.

If this place is used as a base, perhaps we can gradually develop our own power.

At that time, I will be able to be the master of my own destiny and will not need to depend on other sects.

Just a few breaths later, the Taoist priests were all covered in cold sweat, their clothes completely soaked.

Shen Yu let out a long breath and said, "These seniors are all old acquaintances of mine. How could I possibly kill them? Let it be as you all say."

Upon hearing this, everyone felt as if they had been granted a pardon.

They immediately stepped forward and signed the contract.

After completing these tasks, Shen Yu instructed, "There are still many remaining followers of Yu Yihu in the Yu Kingdom. I will need to trouble you seniors to eliminate these remnants. For the next period of time, you will all follow Fellow Daoist He Chen's arrangements."

He Chen was overjoyed and immediately accepted the order solemnly.

"We will obey the Lord's decree!" The others also respectfully agreed, daring not to disobey.

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