Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 501 Beyond Common Sense
"Fellow Daoist Nie, you truly possess great strength and spirit. No wonder you can wield the Xuan Tian Treasure. I originally only intended to try my luck here, but I never expected to actually encounter you. Therefore, I naturally have no reason to let you go. If you surrender and hand over the Xuan Tian Spirit-Slaying Sword, I can spare your life, as long as you return to the Wood Clan with me. Our Wood Clan will not mistreat you and will allow you to enter the Holy Land for cultivation."

"Does Your Excellency really think you can stop me with your Great Ascension stage cultivation? I was just about to finish my battle with the Black Owl King when the Yaksha King suddenly appeared and interrupted me, forcing me to retreat. Now I'd like to see what kind of supernatural powers the Wood Clan's Grand Elder possesses." Nie Zhaonan pondered for a moment before speaking calmly.

Upon hearing this, the old man in the blue robe flew into a rage.

"Very well. Fellow Daoist, your tone is so arrogant. Since you don't take me seriously, I have no choice but to take you down myself. If you are truly stronger than me, I will retreat immediately." The old man in the green robe said with a mocking laugh.

“If you are no match for me, any other members of the Wood Clan who attack me will only be courting death. But do you really want to make your move here? If I make a mistake and injure your two juniors, that would be disastrous.” Nie Zhaonan glanced at the man and woman and said with a smile.

The two Wood Clan members gritted their teeth, their faces grim.

The two of them were clearly three minor realms higher than Nie Zhaonan, yet they were referred to as his juniors, but the other party's strength left them with no room for argument.

“Alright, that will save you the trouble of worrying about them suddenly attacking you along the way. Since you are confident in your abilities, Fellow Daoist, come with me.” The old man in the green robe said with a grim expression.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly flicked one of his sleeves higher into the void, and a beam of azure light as thick as a bowl shot out.

The beam of light, shimmering with a bluish hue, transformed with a slight flicker into a colossal sword over a hundred feet long, which it swung with a mere slash into the void.

After a deafening roar, a flash of white light appeared at the point where the giant sword struck, and an astonishing wave spread out, revealing a spatial rift about ten feet long.

A faint, pale yellow light emanated from within, while a violent spatial storm swept through.

This elder of the Wood Clan actually managed to create a spatial rift in the void with a single strike.

Then, the old man moved swiftly and flashed into the rift, seemingly ignoring the danger within.

Seeing this, Nie Zhaonan's lips curled slightly, and with a flick of his shoulder, he vanished into the spatial rift. With his current level of body refinement, he could naturally remain indifferent to the spatial storm.

A moment later, a thunderous roar erupted from the crack, followed by a series of explosions and booms. Blinding bursts of emerald green spiritual light shot directly out from the crack, as if the heavens and earth had collapsed inside.

Upon seeing this, the two Wood Clan members exchanged a glance, and their expressions changed drastically.

The various loud noises emanating from the crack did not last long. After a short while, a deafening sword cry rang out, and a powerful wave of law surged out of the crack. Then, all the light subsided, and the crack returned to its original dim state. At the same time, the area became completely silent.

The wooden couple looked up at the crack, their expressions immediately becoming tense.

A moment later, a flash of blue light appeared in the spatial rift, and a figure flew out from it.

It was the old man in the blue robe.

The elder of the Wood Clan appeared unharmed on the surface, but his face was noticeably paler than before, and after regaining his footing, a hint of fear was faintly revealed in his eyes as he looked back at the crack.

At this moment, Nie Zhaonan emerged from the crack with his hands behind his back, looking calm and composed. Apart from his aura being slightly weaker than before, suggesting that his magical power had been greatly depleted, he was not much different from when he first entered.

Upon seeing this, the wooden couple felt a chill in their hearts.

Under the solemn gazes of the three, Nie Zhaonan flicked his wrist and a medicine bottle appeared in his hand. Without hesitation, he poured all the pills inside into his mouth and silently circulated the Taiyi Divine Thunder Technique to refine the medicinal power within the pills. His mana recovered at an extremely fast speed.

After finishing this task, he said calmly to the old man in the blue robe:

"Your Excellency truly lives up to your reputation as the only Mahayana cultivator of the Wood Clan. Your strength is indeed far superior to that of the Black Owl King. You were actually able to withstand a strike from the Profound Heaven Spirit-Slaying Sword."

The Wood Clan's Grand Elder's face was ashen, but he still maintained a calm tone as he spoke:

"Black Owl King is a Mahayana cultivator, yet he hides and flees all the time. How much strength does he actually possess? If he were to suffer a blow from you, fellow Daoist, he would surely lose half his life. Treasures should belong to the capable. My Wood Clan will no longer covet even a fraction of the treasures in your possession, fellow Daoist."

"Elder, if we release our natal spirit trees and unite as one, we are not without the power to fight back," the Wood Clan man said anxiously upon hearing this.

"Shut up! Do you dare question what I say?" The old man in the green robe raised his eyebrows and shouted sternly, his face clearly showing his displeasure.

"I dare not! This junior will obey the Elder's command!" The man was startled and quickly bowed.

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man in the blue robe suddenly changed his expression, turned his head to look at the horizon to one side, and couldn't help but mutter to himself:
"Why are those two old guys here?"

"Who is it?" another Wood Clan woman asked, seeing the Grand Elder's solemn expression.

"Go!" The old man in the green robe didn't reply. A green halo swept out from his body, enveloping the two wood clan men and women. Then, with a sudden tremor, he protected a ball of green light and flew away through the air. In just a few flashes, he reached the horizon.

Watching the three members of the Wood Clan depart, Nie Zhaonan did not stop them. Instead, his expression shifted as he looked towards the horizon where the old man in the green robe had previously cast his gaze.

A flash of white light appeared, and a huge, gleaming silver ship, five stories high and over a hundred feet long, sped toward them.

At the very front of the bow, the three stood side by side.

Two men, one old and one young.

The young man was dressed in a silver robe, with a youthful face and a faint smile.

The older one was an elderly man with white hair. He had a kind face and unusually long ears that almost reached his shoulders.

But Nie Zhaonan's gaze did not linger on the two for long before falling on the only silver-haired woman.

She had a graceful figure, snow-white skin, and an exceptionally beautiful appearance, giving people a sense of refined elegance and otherworldly grace!

The woman also gazed deeply at Nie Zhaonan with her beautiful light green eyes, her expression quite excited.

Nie Zhaonan was stunned when he saw Yin Yue, but he was overjoyed and stared at her intently, forgetting about the two Mahayana cultivators for a moment.

The ship was moving at an incredibly fast speed, and in just a short while, it arrived in front of Nie Zhaonan.

"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Nie is truly amazing! If I'm not mistaken, you injured the Great Elder of the Wood Clan, which is something even I couldn't do." As soon as the ship stopped, Mo Jianli burst into hearty laughter.

"You flatter me, senior." Nie Zhaonan was naturally very polite. "What are you waiting for, Fellow Daoist Nie? Please come up." Ao Xiao also smiled gently and nodded at Nie Zhaonan with a satisfied expression.

Nie Zhaonan withdrew his gaze, and in a flash, boarded the ship. He then gave a slight bow to the two Mahayana cultivators and said:

"I've met two seniors!"

Ancestor Ao Xiao did not speak immediately. Instead, he looked Nie Zhaonan up and down and then revealed a half-smile.

Yin Yue stood next to Ao Xiao, her eyes glued to Nie Zhaonan, her gaze sparkling like starlight, somewhat infatuated.

“Ah, Fellow Daoist Nie, there’s no need for such formalities. Although seniority is also a factor in the cultivation world, strength is always the most respected. Your strength is already comparable to that of a Mahayana cultivator, so it’s only natural that you’ve become one of us. We can address each other as fellow Daoists of the same generation.” Mo Jianli shook his head repeatedly as he spoke, his tone exceptionally polite.

“Old Mo is right, that’s exactly right.” Ao Xiao nodded slightly.

“Then this junior will take my leave.” Nie Zhaonan was not a rigid person and responded.

"Fellow Daoist Nie, you've cultivated from the Void Refining stage to the Body Integration stage in just over six hundred years. Now that I've personally witnessed you defeat the Great Elder of the Wood Clan, I realize that the rumors circulating outside have somewhat underestimated your talent." Ancestor Ao Xiao spoke again, his tone surprisingly amiable.

"I only relied on the power of the Xuan Tian Treasure; my true strength is still far inferior to the two of you." Nie Zhaonan's expression was quite calm, without any arrogance.

“Humility is a good thing, but Fellow Daoist Nie is being too self-deprecating. This isn’t the place to talk, so let’s go inside and discuss it further. I’m extremely curious about your deeds, Fellow Daoist. I hope you won’t mind telling us about them and broadening our horizons,” Mo Jianli said with a smile.

"It's impossible."

So the four of them quickly went up to the top floor and took their seats in a hall made entirely of purple spirit wood.

Ancestor Ao Xiao and Mo Jianli sat on one side, Nie Zhaonan sat on the other side, and Bing Feng sat right next to Nie Zhaonan.

"It is truly a joyous and celebratory event that a cultivator like Fellow Daoist Nie can appear among the human race. Here, this is the only 'Spirit Leaf Wine' I have left. Fellow Daoist Nie, please taste it." As soon as the door opened, Mo Jianli waved his hand, and a wine pot appeared on the table, filled with four cups.

"Oh? For Fellow Daoist Mo to value this wine so much, it must have some history?" Nie Zhaonan picked up a cup, gazing at the amber-like, thick spiritual wine within, but did not drink it immediately.

Before Mo Jianli could speak, she smiled and looked at Nie Zhaonan's silver moonlight, then softly explained:

"This Spirit Leaf Wine is brewed from the sap flowing from the towering Spirit Tree in Tianling City. Only a hundred bottles can be obtained in a hundred years, and many Nascent Soul cultivators can't even get a share. If it weren't for Brother Nie, Senior Mo might not have been willing to take it out this time."

"I see." Nie Zhaonan tilted his head slightly, smiled at Yin Yue, and drank the spiritual wine in his cup in one gulp.

The moment the wine entered his throat, it transformed into a pure energy that spread throughout his body, giving him a warm and comfortable feeling.

"Good wine!" A hint of surprise flashed across Nie Zhaonan's face, and he couldn't help but praise it.

"I'm glad Brother Nie likes it." Yin Yue, like a little wife, poured another cup for Nie Zhaonan and held the cup to his lips.

Nie Zhaonan naturally drank it all in one gulp again.

At this moment, Ancestor Ao Xiao finally couldn't bear to watch any longer. He had never enjoyed such treatment before, so he coughed lightly, interrupting the affectionate atmosphere between the two.

"Boy, don't you dare let Silver Moon down, or I won't let you off easy," Ancestor Ao Xiao said sternly, his tone full of threat.

“Grandfather, Brother Nie wouldn’t do that,” Yin Yue replied softly.

"Sigh," Ao Xiao sighed softly, looking at Nie Zhaonan.

"Fellow Daoist, rest assured, I will take good care of Yin Yue." Nie Zhaonan looked back at Ancestor Ao Xiao and calmly assured him.

"At our level of cultivation, I believe Fellow Daoist Nie wouldn't speak falsely. To be accepted as a disciple by a True Dragon is something I've never heard of before. You must have some other extraordinary qualities," Elder Ao Xiao sighed, then changed the subject and asked.

The two people before him had protected both the human and demon races for many years, and one of them was Silver Moon's grandfather; both were trustworthy individuals. After a moment's hesitation, Nie Zhaonan said:

"To be honest, although I am only at the early stage of the Integration Realm, I am already quite confident in breaking through the bottleneck of the Mahayana Realm."

Nie Zhaonan couldn't possibly reveal all his secrets, so he only mentioned it briefly.

"What! Such a thing is true!" Mo Jianli, who had been sitting calmly in the chair, suddenly changed his expression upon hearing this and stood up abruptly.

Ancestor Ao Xiao also showed an incredulous expression.

Just as Nie Zhaonan said, in the end he was just a cultivator in the early stage of the Integration Realm, far from the peak of the Integration Realm, so how could he be confident of advancing to the Mahayana Realm?

This is simply beyond reason.

As Mahayana cultivators, the two naturally had a deep understanding of the difficulty of breaking through the Mahayana bottleneck.
The difficulty is more than ten times greater than when advancing to the next level of fusion.
Even among a thousand Nascent Soul cultivators, there might not be a single Mahayana cultivator.

Even if you eventually succeed in advancing, it's mostly by chance; there's no way you're really confident.

"Fellow Daoist Nie, you're not joking with us two old folks, are you?" Mo Jianli knew that Nie Zhaonan wouldn't lie, but he couldn't believe it for a moment.

Seeing a slight look of disbelief on Ao Xiao's face, Nie Zhaonan didn't answer directly, but instead smiled faintly and said:
"Compared to possessing the Xuan Tian Zhan Ling Sword, what does having a few points of confidence when breaking through to the Mahayana stage matter?"

The two Mahayana cultivators instantly understood. Ancestor Ao Xiao looked at Nie Zhaonan with even greater satisfaction and said with a smile:
"It seems that it's really a good thing that Silvermoon followed you."

Mo Jianli said with shining eyes:

"Great, great, this is fantastic news."

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