Xiuxian: Start with the medicine boy

"Perhaps... this wouldn't have happened!"
My clan would not have ended up like this today.

only!

It's too late to say anything now.

Murong Qian sighed softly, his face bitter.

Upon hearing this...

The Half-Venerable Yao Guang spoke calmly, his tone devoid of any sympathy or pity.

It was as if they were talking about a trivial matter.

"It's too late to regret it now."

"If you do something wrong, you have to pay the corresponding price!"
Murong Dutian violated the prohibition; his crime is unforgivable.
Your Murong Immortal Clan has been indulgent towards its younger generation and has failed to properly supervise them; you should also be punished.

As for how to deal with you, there are specific laws and regulations waiting for you.”

After saying that...

The gaze of the Half-Venerable Yao Guang towards Murong Qian returned to its usual coldness and indifference, the playful smile completely gone from his eyes.

Obviously!

She had lost interest in continuing her conversation with Murong Qian.

This time!

The Nascent Soul True Monarch, dressed in the robes of the Surveillance Hall, quickly stepped forward, bowed, and clasped his hands in greeting:
"Lord of the Palace!"
All of Murong Dutian's direct relatives were present, without exception.

Moreover, my subordinates have personally verified his identity and confirmed that he is correct.

Please give your instructions, Your Highness!

"Take it!"

Yao Guang, the half-saint, slightly raised his hand and waved it gently, his tone cold and majestic, without the slightest hesitation.

at the same time.

Her narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes remained fixed on Murong Qian, the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, her gaze sharp and tinged with wariness.
In case he suddenly lashes out and does something outrageous—

After all, a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, if they fight to the death, still possess formidable power.

Although she was not afraid, she did not want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

"Yes, sir! I obey!"

The cultivators of the Conquest Hall, clad in black armor, immediately responded in unison, their voices loud and clear, echoing throughout the heavens and earth.

Followed by.

They all moved in a flash, transforming into streaks of black light, instantly rushing towards Murong Qian, Murong Dutian, and hundreds of Murong Xian clan relatives...

They each took out a completely black jade talisman engraved with sealing runes, and waved it over their hands.
A flash of light appeared on the surface of the jade talisman...

A series of black sealing forces erupted instantly.

In an instant, patches of black light enveloped Murong Qian, Murong Dutian, and the others.

As the seal fell, crisscrossing patterns appeared on their bodies.

At this moment, the divine senses and physical bodies of these Murong Immortal Clan cultivators were all sealed.

They were no longer able to move, nor could they resist...
They could only let the cultivators from the Conquest Hall drag them away.

period!

Murong Qian, a powerful cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, remained completely still, offering neither resistance nor struggle.

They didn't even have the slightest thought of resistance.

He closed his eyes slightly, a deep weariness and despair on his face, having completely resigned himself to his fate.

Seeing this scene.

Yao Guang, the half-saint, slowly withdrew his gaze, and the wariness in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Immediately.

She waved her hand again, her tone still cool and indifferent, and said calmly:

"Take them all away and escort them back to the Cultivator Association. Hand them over to the Punishment Hall for processing and sentencing according to the law. There must be no mistakes!"

"Yes, sir!"

The cultivators of the Conquest Hall responded in unison.

Then, the Conquest Hall cultivators, clad in black armor, escorted the sealed Murong Qian, Murong Dutian, and hundreds of Murong Immortal Clan relatives, transforming into streaks of light and slowly flying into the massive warship.

next moment.

With a slight sway, the figure of the Half-Venerable Yao Guang vanished into the void, instantly returning to the warship.

A few breaths later...

The massive warship hovering in mid-air suddenly emitted a burst of spiritual light.

Radiant and dazzling!
The runes on the surface of the warship, which resembled patterns, lit up and then emitted a deep humming sound.

In an instant, the warship slowly rose, then traversed the sky and flew towards the distant horizon.

The speed is getting faster and faster!

Finally, it turned into a tiny black dot and disappeared at the edge of the sky.

The remaining members of the Murong Xian clan, standing outside the island, watched the warship gradually sail away, finally disappearing into the horizon...
Their expressions became incredibly complex, their eyes filled with a mix of emotions.

Some people's eyes were filled with relief.
Fortunately, he was not a direct relative of Murong Dutian, which saved him from being taken away with him and thus his life was spared.

Some people's eyes were filled with resentment.
He was indignant at the cultivators' association's iron-fisted ruthlessness, and indignant that Murong Dutian had implicated the entire Murong Immortal Clan. The anger and resentment in his heart were hard to quell.

Some even had eyes filled with intense hatred.
They hated the cultivators of the Conquest Hall, hated the Cultivator Association, hated the Half-Saint of Yao Guang, and hated that their own people had been taken away.

This hatred was deeply etched in his heart.
He secretly vowed that he would cultivate diligently in the future to improve his cultivation level, avenge his abducted clansmen, and restore the glory of the Murong Immortal Clan.

A mix of emotions...
These emotions intertwined and flowed in the eyes of these Murong Immortal Clan cultivators!
The atmosphere was exceptionally heavy and oppressive.

This time!

Murong Hong slowly walked forward, looking at the clansmen before him with complex expressions and a sense of unease. A deep weariness and helplessness appeared on his face.
He sighed softly, his voice heavy, and slowly began to speak:

"alright.

There's no point in saying more now!
No amount of complaining, anger, or hatred can change the facts.

From now on, you should all behave yourselves, be careful with your words and actions, and avoid causing any more trouble.

And do not violate the monks' association's prohibitions again.

At this point, he paused slightly, his tone somewhat listless, and said:
"Now, our Murong Immortal Clan has been severely weakened and can no longer withstand any more setbacks."

Even the smallest incident could lead to the decline of our Murong Immortal Clan!

Even to the point of complete extinction.

There's no chance of turning things around.

Upon hearing this!
The Murong Immortal Clan cultivator, whose heart was churning with various emotions, instantly calmed down.

"Don't worry, Grand Elder!"
We know the seriousness of the matter and will certainly behave ourselves and be careful in our words and actions from now on, and will never cause any more trouble.
We will never cause any more trouble for the Murong Immortal Clan!

A young Foundation Establishment cultivator spoke first, his tone firm, his eyes filled with determination.
He was well aware of the sensitive situation the Murong Immortal Clan was in, and he also understood the Supreme Elder's good intentions.

"Yes, Elder, we understand!"

We will definitely cultivate diligently, improve our cultivation level, and protect the ancestral land of our Murong Immortal Clan.

"Restore the glory of our Murong Immortal Clan!"

"We understand! Please rest assured, Elder!"

"···"

The Murong Immortal Clan cultivators all spoke up in agreement, their tone firm.

Although resentment and hatred still lingered in their eyes, what they displayed even more was determination and composure.

They did not want the Murong Immortal Clan to be destroyed.

They wanted to protect their ancestral land.

I want to wait for a change in circumstances.

They wanted to restore the former glory of the Murong Xian clan.

"It's good that you understand."

Murong Hong slowly withdrew his gaze, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes, yet also a deep sense of powerlessness.

Then, he waved his hand gently and said wearily,

"Alright, everyone go back now!"

Cultivate diligently, lest you fail to live up to the ancestor's painstaking efforts, and lest you betray the millennia-old heritage of the Murong Immortal Clan.

"Yes, Supreme Elder!"

"···"

The Murong Immortal Clan cultivators responded in unison.

Followed by.

They withdrew their gaze from the sky, then turned around and resolutely stepped into the clan's protective formation, returning to its interior.

Obviously.

This incident also made the Murong Immortal Clan more united.

As they cultivate and become stronger, their resolve also grows stronger.

···
Half an hour later.

Deep within the headquarters of the Cultivator Association in Zhenhai City...
A palace, entirely forged from dark iron, resembled a crouching behemoth, exuding a chilling aura that kept people at a distance.

Outside the hall, the protective barriers shifted, and occasionally runes flashed with a ghostly blue light, making even the sunlight seem cold and thin.

now.

The palace was dimly lit, with only a faint glow from the eerie fire behind the high throne barely outlining the massive and imposing figure seated upon it.

This is precisely the half-saint of the wrathful king.

Are you telling the truth?

A deep, hoarse voice echoed in the hall.

Each word felt like it was mixed with ice shards, striking the heart of the Golden Core cultivator below.

The Angry Demon Half-Saint leaned forward slightly, his shadow covering most of his body, leaving only a pair of dark red bloodshot eyes fixed on the person below.

The terrifying pressure from the semi-saint was so palpable that it almost froze the air inside the hall.

The Golden Core cultivator trembled, lowering his head even further, almost touching the cold black iron ground.

"How dare I conceal anything!"

His voice trembled uncontrollably.

He dared not delay for a moment, presenting a jade slip emitting a faint white light with both hands. His speech was fast and clear, for fear that even a slight delay would bring about annihilation:
"This is a secret report sent through the emergency communication channel a quarter of an hour ago, concerning the arrival of the Conquest Hall at Murong Xian..."

The detailed photographs and records of the events that occurred are all contained in this jade slip.

Please take a look, Your Highness!

Before the words were finished, a cold snort of ambiguity came from the high platform.

The next moment, the Half-Supreme Anger merely flicked his finger slightly.

The jade slip seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, transforming into a white stream of light that suddenly flew into his broad, fan-like palm.

He didn't even glance at the Golden Core cultivator again, only coldly uttering a single word:

"roll."

"Yes! This subordinate takes his leave!"

The Golden Core cultivator felt as if he had heard celestial music, and his tense back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He remained bowed and, with the fastest speed and the least noise, backed away from the main hall.

Until the heavy palace doors closed silently behind them, shutting out the suffocating pressure...
Only then did he dare to breathe heavily and flee the area without looking back.

It was as if there were ferocious beasts lurking behind him, ready to devour anyone who dared to approach.

Inside the hall, deathly silence returned.

Only the flickering light of the earth fire illuminated the ever-changing face of the Wrathful Demon King.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forcefully suppressed the violent anger and fury that was about to burst forth from his heart. His divine sense surged into the jade slip in his hand like a tidal wave.

The information within the jade slip unfolded rapidly in his mind as flowing images and cold text!

···
Time passed silently...

The face of the half-venerable Nu Kui turned ashen at a visible speed, veins throbbed on his forehead, and the aura emanating from him caused the temperature in the hall to plummet.
Fine black ice crystals even formed on the ground.

"Click".

A soft yet clear cracking sound came from his tightly clenched palm.

The sturdy jade slip used for recording images was actually cracked by his five fingers, and its spiritual light quickly dimmed and disappeared.

Then,

Fine jade powder, like lifeless sand, slipped through his fingers and drifted into the dim light.

Damn it!

The suppressed growl finally erupted, like the howl of a trapped beast, echoing throughout the empty hall and causing dust to fall from the ceiling.

"This 'trivial matter'... you won't even give me the slightest bit of face!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, dark red blood vessels almost covering the whites of his eyes, and intense killing intent and shame surged within them.

"And Xuanming...you brat!"
"Having accepted my generous gift, you dare to betray me so easily!"

His teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
"I have noted down this generous gift."

One day, I will repay them a hundredfold!

Boundless rage surged through his chest, almost transforming into tangible flames that would incinerate everything.

His other hand, resting on the armrest of the throne, had its five fingers deeply embedded in the black iron, which was harder than refined gold, leaving five clear indentations.

however!
Just as that destructive rage was about to burst from his chest—

A detached, calm face, as if unconcerned with anything, suddenly appeared deep in his mind.

That was the face of the president of the Monks' Association.

This is also the appearance of Cheng Buzheng's Dharma body, which is in charge of the Cultivator Association.

No pressure!

No reprimand!

There wasn't even a trace of emotion!

Only a pair of indifferent eyes watched him silently.

In an instant, it was as if a basin of ice water had been poured over him, instantly extinguishing all the boiling magma in Nu Kui's heart.

All the rage, resentment, and bitterness that surfaced on that face in that instant...

It was replaced by a deeper, colder fear and apprehension.

His boiling aura suddenly stopped, then quickly subsided and calmed down like the receding tide.

And at this moment...
The chill that had gripped the palace quietly dissipated, and the black ice on the ground melted silently.

Then, the Angry Demon Half-Saint slowly leaned back against the cold back of the throne.

He opened his palm, letting the last bit of jade powder drift away in the wind.
then!

Extremely slowly, the Angry Demon Half-Venerable picked up the hand that had crushed the jade slip and clenched it again.

The bloodlust and madness in his eyes faded like the tide, leaving behind a deep, calm depth.
Like two ancient, still pools, without a ripple.

A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan.

'Let's make a note of the matter concerning the Murong Immortal Clan for now.'

Even the old scoundrel Xuanming will be allowed to live a few more days.

Once I break through to the Nascent Soul stage and attain the position of Venerable…

Today's humiliation, today's loss, all those who were my enemies and who laughed at me...

His thoughts raced like lightning, eventually settling into a cold, deathly silence and unwavering resolve.

Then!
The eyes of the Half-Venerable Anger, now calm again, slowly closed.

The palace once again sank into boundless darkness and silence, as if nothing had ever happened.

Only the five deep finger marks on the armrest silently testified to the anger that this half-saint had just vented.

...(End of this chapter)