Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

Dao Xuan simply forged his own path to heaven.

Even so, Dao Xuan was still not entirely satisfied with his current cultivation progress.

The reason is simple: those so-called chosen ones cultivate at an astonishing speed, like riding a rocket.

He could surpass others' decades of arduous cultivation in a matter of minutes. Of course, Dao Xuan, who had already reached the Yin God Realm, would not underestimate himself.

He could confidently say: My life has never been ordinary, and I am absolutely no less than any genius of our time!

After meditating for a full six hours that day, the sky gradually darkened.

As the sunset faded, Dao Xuan finally awoke from his meditation.

They strolled back to the Jade Purity Hall at a leisurely pace.

Upon entering the hall, he instructed the disciples on duty to immediately go to Dazhu Peak to invite Chief Tian Buyi to come and discuss matters.

Before half an incense stick had burned, Tian Buyi entered the main hall with a belly full of questions.

Seeing that only Dao Xuan was sitting alone at the top of the hall, he stepped forward, cupped his hands, and asked:

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"Senior Brother Sect Leader, is there something important that you need to see me so late?"

"Junior Brother Tian, ​​please have a seat." Dao Xuan gestured with his hand.

Although Tian Buyi was feeling uneasy, he still sat down on the futon next to him as instructed.

Looking up for a closer look, one could see that Dao Xuan's expression remained calm on the surface.

A hint of solemnity lingered between his brows.

His gaze was fixed on the darkening sky outside the palace, as if he were trying to divine some secret of heaven.

Dao Xuan silently calculated the time in his mind, then suddenly spoke:

"Junior Brother Tian, ​​you must go down the mountain immediately. There are demonic cult members active at the foot of the mountain recently; we must eliminate them as soon as possible."

"Yes, sir." Although Tian Buyi didn't understand why he was specifically chosen to go, he still solemnly accepted the order.

Watching the slightly plump figure disappear into the deep night, Dao Xuan sighed inwardly:

This method can hardly be considered aboveboard.

As for whether ordinary people can escape this calamity, that depends on fate.

Tian Buyi, of course, had no idea about the sect leader's plans; on the contrary, he was quite pleased.

Firstly, the fact that Daoxuan entrusted this important task to him instead of Cangsong shows that he trusted him greatly.

Secondly, he believed that his cultivation was no less than that of Cangsong, but unfortunately, Dazhu Peak had few people and had been overshadowed by Longshou Peak for many years.

If this matter is accomplished, it will bring honor to the sect.

Half of the magical treasures obtained from exorcising demons were handed over to the sect.

The rest can all be kept by oneself; it's a win-win situation.

With this in mind, Tian Buyi dared not delay.

A flash of red light appeared beside him, and the Crimson Flame Immortal Sword was drawn from its sheath, transforming into a blazing beam of light that pierced the dark night sky.

I don't know how long we flew on the sword, but suddenly I heard a series of mournful screams coming from below.

It sounded particularly jarring in the quiet night.

Tian Buyi, who always hated evil, immediately darkened his face and activated his true essence, increasing his flight speed even further.

In the blink of an eye, Tian Buyi arrived at the scene of the tragedy.

Even from hundreds of feet away, he could see blood everywhere and resentment rising to the sky. He roared:

"How dare this demon be so arrogant at the foot of Qingyun Mountain!"

As the sound shook the surrounding area, the Crimson Flame Sword beneath his feet leaped into his hand.

The sword light surged to three zhang in length, slashing through the air at the eerie figure shrouded in blood and black energy.

The demonic figure in the blood-red light trembled violently upon hearing the sound.

Ignoring the fierce sword strike overhead, he turned and glanced in a certain direction.

Suddenly, golden patterns appeared amidst the blood-red light, and the man summoned his magical artifact in an attempt to escape.

The speed was unbelievable.

Tian Buyi was not about to let him succeed. His Crimson Flame Sword shone brightly as he relentlessly pursued the pursuer.

But to his utter surprise, the opponent's escape technique was beyond his expectations; in the blink of an eye, he had vanished without a trace.

Tian Buyi paused, recalling the horrific scene he had just witnessed, his anger intensified, and he hurriedly returned to the village at the foot of the mountain.

More than half of the village's two hundred residents were dead, with severed limbs scattered everywhere and blood staining the ground.

If we hadn't heard the screams earlier, probably none of them would have survived.

Thinking of that eerie golden light, it was clearly not a method used by ordinary demonic sects.

Unfortunately, the other party was always shrouded in bloody light, making it impossible to see their true face.

After calming the surviving villagers, Tian Buyi inquired about the situation in detail. Everyone cried and said they hadn't seen the demon's face clearly.

He had no choice but to use the jade talisman to send the message back to Qingyun.

Before long, five chief disciples gathered in the small Caomiao Village at the foot of Qingyun Mountain—Cangsong Daoist, Zeng Shuchang, Shang Zhengliang, and Tianyun Daoist, along with Tian Buyi who stayed behind. Even the sect leader's disciple, Xiao Yicai, arrived with more than ten elite disciples.

Five of the seven leaders of Qingyun Sect actually came out.

Such a display of force is only ever seen when annihilating world-destroying demons.

Now, evil spirits dare to commit murder at the gate of the leader of the righteous path.

They're treating Qingyun's thousand-year-old reputation like a joke.

Not only did they openly provoke us, but they also left triumphantly after succeeding. How can you leaders tolerate this?

The next morning, as the sun rose, golden light bathed the Yuqing Hall on Tongtian Peak.

Dao Xuan sat at the head of the table, looking down at the dozen or so ragged, terrified teenagers below, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He finally changed the so-called trajectory of destiny. When he heard yesterday that Tian Buyi had failed to catch the murderer but had saved most of the villagers, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

They had already prepared a strategy to deal with Tianyin Temple.

Now it seems that we might as well let this matter ferment for a while longer.

Suppressing his distracting thoughts, Dao Xuan listened quietly to everyone's reports.

His tone was filled with anger, yet his presence commanded respect: "Junior Brother Zeng, from today onwards, mobilize all available manpower to capture this fiend."

Such an arrogant scoundrel must be killed by Qingyun! Otherwise, how can we face the people of the world?

The prince and his entourage were shocked, never expecting their usually calm sect leader to fly into such a rage.

The boys from Caomiao Village were so frightened that they trembled all over and could barely stand.

"Yes, sir!" Zeng Shuchang solemnly replied, his voice so loud it shook the palace beams.

Dao Xuan nodded slightly, his tone softening considerably as he turned to the boys:

"Children, are you truly willing to join the Qingyun Sect and endure the hardships of cultivation?"

We beg the sage to uphold justice for us!

The boys answered in unison, several of them already with tears in their eyes.

Suddenly, a handsome young man knelt down and kowtowed more than ten times, his forehead turning bruised and purple. He cried and said:

"Your Excellency, please bear witness! Over a hundred people from our village were brutally murdered. Having survived this calamity, we have sworn to join the Qingyun Sect to cultivate supreme Taoist arts, protect our fellow villagers, and vanquish demons. We beg Your Excellency to grant our vows!"

Seeing this, the others followed suit, except for one honest-looking boy who was a beat slow to react.

Only after everyone else had knelt down did they hurriedly follow suit and bow.

This scene was witnessed by everyone in the hall, with the gazes of the heads of various factions mostly focused on the first boy to kneel down.

He possessed extraordinary natural talent and a resolute gaze, and I couldn't help but admire him:

She is truly a gem, unpolished and destined for great things!