Xiuxian: Start with the medicine boy

Within the grand formation...
The once peaceful ancestral land of the Murong Immortal Clan was instantly plunged into a deathly silence.
Then,

Panic ensued. All the Murong Immortal Clan cultivators who heard the decree instantly turned deathly pale, their faces devoid of any color.
My body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Countless chaotic thoughts flashed through their minds.

Fear and despair overwhelmed them like a tidal wave.

"Oh no! Disaster is brewing!"

"The monks' association has actually come to our ancestral land!"

A Foundation Establishment cultivator's face was deathly pale, his voice trembling, his tone filled with barely concealed fear, and his entire body was shaking.

It looked as if he was about to collapse to the ground at any moment.

"what to do?
This is how to do ah!

The Cultivator Association is an incredibly powerful entity, overseen by a Nascent Soul Venerable and a behemoth that has absorbed countless top sects and immortal races from across the world.

Its foundation and strength far surpass any of the three major alliances of that time.

Our Murong Immortal Clan is now in decline and is no match for them at all!

Another Golden Core cultivator frowned, his expression one of despair, his voice filled with helplessness.

He knew all too well how terrifying the monks' association was...

Once you resist!
What awaits them is only the road to destruction.

"Resist?"
What's the point of resisting?

With our limited strength, we are utterly insignificant compared to the army of the Conquest Hall.

If they resist, they will only face death.
Even the entire Murong Xian clan will be completely annihilated, leaving not a trace!

"That Murong Dutian deserves to die! That wretched child!"

Knowing full well that the Spirit Vein Protection Law is the first and foremost prohibition of the Cultivator Association, and is of paramount importance, and that no one may violate it,
He knowingly violated the law and acted recklessly, disregarding the safety of the entire Murong Immortal Clan for the sake of his own cultivation. Isn't he dragging all of us down with him?
I wish I could grind him to dust!

A middle-aged cultivator's face was filled with anger and resentment, his tone brimming with hatred.
If it weren't for Murong Dutian, the Murong Immortal Clan wouldn't have faced such a catastrophic disaster.

"Oh no! This is terrible!"

By all accounts, I am Murong Dutian's cousin, one of his direct relatives.

According to the decrees of the monks' association, am I not also among those to be purged?

What should I do? I don't want to die!

An elderly man with white hair was ashen-faced, his voice filled with despair and pleading, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, and his eyes filled with fear.

"yes!
I am also a distant relative of Murong Dutian. Will I be implicated as well?
I had no idea Murong Dutian would do something like this!

"It's over! Everything is over!"

"Our Murong Immortal Clan is truly doomed this time!"

this moment,
Within the great formation, chaos reigned, with cries, complaints, fear, and anger mingling together and permeating the entire ancestral land.

Some people felt a deep sense of fear and were thankful that they were not from Murong Dutian's branch of the family, and that they might have been able to escape unscathed.
Some people breathed a sigh of relief, secretly glad that they hadn't been involved;
Some people looked ashen-faced, sinking into endless despair, knowing full well that they were among those to be purged and had no chance of survival. Despair surged within them, difficult to calm down.

The entire ancestral land of the Murong Immortal Clan was shrouded in a thick atmosphere of fear and despair.

People were filled with fear and panic, and the country was on the verge of collapse.

at this time···
A powerful beam of light suddenly shot into the sky from the depths of the Murong Immortal Clan's ancestral land, moving at an extremely fast speed.

Like lightning, a blur streaked across the sky above the great formation.
Next!

With a flash of light, it disappeared from the great formation and instantly appeared in mid-air outside the island.

It was Murong Hong, one of the Supreme Elders of the Murong Immortal Clan.

This old man, who was in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, was dressed in a gray robe, with an aged face and white hair and beard.

Although his aura was powerful, it carried a hint of weariness and panic that was hard to conceal.

He glanced solemnly at the Nascent Soul True Monarch standing before him, clad in black armor and holding a decree...
He glanced again at the enormous warship, silently suspended in mid-air, its imposing presence blotting out the sky.

Feeling the immense pressure emanating from the warship...

He no longer harbored any hope of survival.

Such a grand display, such overwhelming pressure.

Apparently!

The Cultivator Association is determined to settle scores with the Murong Immortal Clan; there is absolutely no possibility of downplaying the matter.

The Murong Immortal Clan is truly doomed this time.

Murong Hong sighed silently in his heart, a trace of despair and resentment flashing in his eyes, yet he was helpless.

He slowly concealed his aura, then bowed slightly and clasped his hands in a fist salute to the Nascent Soul cultivator who held the decree and was clad in black armor:

"Greetings, fellow Daoist."

This matter is of utmost importance; it concerns the very survival of my Murong Immortal Clan.

I am a Supreme Elder of the Murong Immortal Clan, and my authority is limited, so I cannot make decisions on my own.

However, I have already sent someone to knock on the gate and ask my clan's ancestor to come out of seclusion. Please wait a moment, fellow Daoist.

How about we discuss this matter with you after our clan's ancestor emerges from seclusion?

We will definitely give the monks' association a satisfactory answer then.

Talking!

He quietly reached into his robes and discreetly took out a golden storage bag.

Clearly, he wanted to curry favor with this Nascent Soul True Lord of the Conquest Hall by giving him gifts.

We hope the other party can be lenient and give the Murong Immortal Clan a chance to breathe.

This will also buy some time for our ancestors.

If the scene were different, or at a different time...

This Nascent Soul True Monarch in black armor from the Conquest Hall naturally didn't mind giving the other party face and accepted the generous gift without any qualms.

after all!

The Murong Immortal Clan is an ancient immortal clan with a history spanning thousands of years, so the treasures in their storage bags must be extremely valuable.

But right now, he dared not make the slightest move.

Because he knew perfectly well that the Lord of Yaoguang Palace was watching everything from the warship.

If he dared to accept this gift, going against the Palace Master's wishes, the consequences would be unimaginable...

At best, their cultivation will be crippled; at worst, they will lose their lives.

He simply cannot afford such consequences.

Therefore, the Nascent Soul True Monarch, holding the decree and clad in black armor, immediately raised his hand to interrupt Murong Hong's actions.

His expression was serious, and his tone was cold.
Without leaving any room for negotiation, he said in a deep voice:
"I cannot make a decision on this matter, so please do not make things difficult for me, Elder Murong."

We are merely following orders and have no authority to decide whether or not to give you time. Please, Elder, refrain from further comment.

Just as Murong Hong was about to speak again, to continue his plea, wanting to make one last effort to gain a chance to catch his breath...

A cold, piercing female voice, devoid of any emotion, suddenly came from within the massive warship.
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an overwhelming sense of authority, easily reaching everyone's ears.

"Give him half an hour to let Murong Qian come out and see me."

"Yes, sir! I obey!"

Upon hearing this, the black-armored Nascent Soul True Monarch immediately turned around, bowed deeply to the warship behind him, and showed the utmost respect.

There was no hint of disrespect in his tone before he slowly turned around and looked at Murong Hong again.

Seeing this scene,
Murong Hong's heart sank to the bottom as he became even more flustered.

Although he could not sense the cultivation level of the powerful figure who spoke from inside the warship not far away.

But to command such respect and obedience from a Nascent Soul True Lord of the Conquest Hall...

That is definitely an even more terrifying and revered existence within the Cultivator Association.

He is at least a late-stage Nascent Soul level expert!
It could even be a semi-saint level being.

And at this very moment...

Murong Hong finally understood that the Murong Immortal Clan could not avoid this calamity.

Whatever they do?
None of them could salvage the situation.

The Cultivator Association is certainly not going to let this go easily; the purge of the Murong Immortal Clan is a foregone conclusion.

His despair and resentment grew stronger, yet he was helpless. He could only silently pray that his ancestor, upon emerging from seclusion, would find a way to avert this catastrophic disaster…

Leave some room for maneuver.

Just at this moment!

The black-armored Nascent Soul True Monarch in front of him turned around again, looking at Murong Hong, whose expression was panicked and filled with despair.
His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable urging tone as he spoke:

"Elder Murong, the Lord of Yaoguang Palace has given you half a quarter of an hour. You should hurry up and ask your ancestor to come out of seclusion."

If you do not open the great formation or hand over the person when the time comes, you will bear the consequences!

My army, which is about to conquer the palace, will immediately raze your ancestral lands to the ground without mercy!

"Thank you, fellow Daoist! Thank you, Lord Yaoguang!"

Murong Hong quickly snapped out of his daze, bowed again towards the hovering warship, his tone filled with deep gratitude and respect.
Then he dared not be negligent in the slightest. He immediately moved, transforming into a gray stream of light, and suddenly disappeared into the protective formation behind him.

Clearly, he rushed off to urge the patriarch to emerge from seclusion.

Murong Hong knew that half an hour would pass in the blink of an eye!
They also have no extra time to waste.

Time slips away, bit by bit!
Every second felt incredibly long.

On the warship...
The half-saint Yao Guang remained standing quietly, his expression indifferent, his gaze coldly fixed on the island below, the chill emanating from him undiminished.
It was as if they were waiting for something trivial.

The Nascent Soul True Lord in the Surveillance Hall remained standing to the side with his head bowed, not daring to utter a single word.

The cultivators of the Conquest Hall, still clad in their armor, stood solemnly awaiting orders, their aura of killing intent growing ever stronger.
They seemed ready to launch an attack at any moment and raze the ancestral land of the Murong Immortal Clan to the ground.

Just as the time was about to run out, with only a quarter of an hour remaining...

The Murong Immortal Clan's island-protecting array suddenly trembled slightly, and the array patterns around it began to circulate more intensely.

Then,

Faint ripples spread across the great formation, and as the ripples expanded, the formation slowly activated.
An enormous portal slowly emerged above the great formation.

Within the gate, spiritual energy swirled.

The figures of countless Murong Immortal Clan cultivators could be vaguely seen.

Then, one by one, the cultivators of the Murong Immortal Clan slowly stepped out from the massive portal.

Their expressions were respectful and fearful; they kept their heads down and dared not make the slightest move.

The leader was an elderly man in a golden robe, with a ruddy complexion, white hair and beard, yet he was in excellent health.

His body exuded a powerful and profound aura, which was calm and carried the pressure of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

This was none other than the late-stage Nascent Soul ancestor of the Murong Immortal Clan...
Murong Qian!
Behind him were hundreds of ashen-faced and listless cultivators being escorted away.

These cultivators were all direct relatives of Murong Dutian.

Their cultivation had been sealed, leaving them limp, their eyes vacant, and mired in endless despair.
Among them was Murong Dutian, who had committed heinous crimes.

His face was deathly pale, and he was filled with remorse.

suddenly!

The void rippled slightly, spreading out in faint waves, and spiritual energy surged.

Then, a figure clad in a dark gold battle robe appeared out of thin air and hovered steadily in front of Murong Qian.

If not the Half-Venerable Yao Guang, then who is he?
She was slender and had a cold demeanor. She exuded a chilling aura and immense pressure. Her narrow phoenix eyes were calm and unwavering as she slowly swept her gaze over the hundreds of cultivators behind Murong Qian.

Yao Guang, the half-saint, glanced at Murong Dutian, whose cultivation was suppressed and whose face was pale with regret, out of the corner of his eye.

He was as if he were just an insignificant ant, not worth even a second glance from her.

Her gaze finally settled on Murong Qian, whose face was filled with bitterness and whose expression was respectful...

A hint of amusement flashed in his narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes.

Her jade-like lips moved slightly!

The voice was cold and indifferent, carrying a hint of disdainful inquiry:

"They just accepted their fate like that, without any resistance or struggle?"

You don't actually think that this association will give you a lenient punishment just because you're so compliant, do you?

Hear this!

Murong Qian slowly raised his head, a bitter smile on his face, and gently shook his head!
His tone was filled with deep helplessness and despair, yet he maintained a respectful manner as he slowly began to speak:

"You flatter me, senior."

Although I am not talented, I am aware of the prestige of the Cultivator Association and the methods of the Lord of Yaoguang Palace.

Even the seniors have personally led the army of the Conquest Hall here, so how could the juniors have any hope of getting away with it?
The reason I, the junior, chose to surrender without resistance was not out of wishful thinking or to beg for leniency from my seniors.
I only hope that the senior will consider that my Murong Immortal Clan has a history of thousands of years and has never committed too many heinous acts...

Please spare the lives of the other descendants of my Murong Xian clan.

Leave a spark for the Murong Immortal Clan.

If the younger generation insists on resisting and fighting to the death...

In the end, the entire Murong Immortal Clan will be wiped out, leaving not a trace.

Such an outcome is something the younger generation cannot bear.

I don't want to see that either.

He paused, a deep sense of resentment and regret flashing in Murong Qian's eyes, and continued in a heavy tone:
"My greatest regret and resentment is that I have been too lenient with the younger generation."
Especially that wretched child, Murong Dutian.

Because of his exceptional talent and superior spiritual roots, the younger generation doted on him, spoiling him and allowing him to become arrogant, domineering, and disdainful of others.

That's what ultimately led him to commit such a heinous crime!

He violated the prohibition of the Cultivator Association, implicating the entire Murong Immortal Clan and all its members.

If only I had disciplined him more strictly back then, if only I had been more vigilant...
perhaps···"

"..." (End of this chapter)