Chapter 912 Jiang Taibai, Xuan Qingyi

Ye Qingfeng spoke calmly, and without waiting for the Crocodile Ancestor's response, he flicked his sleeve and tossed a massive head before the ancient being.

The Crocodile Ancestor’s heart skipped a beat, and he couldn’t help but ask with a face full of trepidation, "What does this smile mean, Eldrin?"

Yet Ye Qingfeng shook his head and calmly stated, "This is the overlord of the Southern Sea demon tribes—the Serpent Ancestor of Abyssal Depths."

"During the recent Demonic Abyss Cataclysm, this wretch not only avoided the Battle of Tianya Haige, but also seized the opportunity to launch a surprise attack on Li Fire Island. This provoked our master's wrath, and he ordered me to eliminate him."

Ye Qingfeng spoke at length, then deftly shifted his tone: "However, rest assured, I have come today not to confront you, but to propose a transaction."

"Transaction?"

The Alligator Ancestor's expression shifted slightly, a flicker of understanding dawning in his heart.

Sure enough, Ye Qingfeng (Person Name) nodded and said, "I shall exchange the meditation site of the Abyssal Water Serpent (Spiritual Beast) for your territory in the lower reaches of the Eastern Desolation's Ancestral River (Geographical Name)."

"This..."

Crocodile Ancestor was both astonished and alarmed. He glanced at the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure) in Ye Qingfeng’s hand and understood that, though this appeared to be a transaction, he truly had no choice in the matter.

Given Eldrin's (Person Name) current strength and status, seizing what he wanted from a mere demonic race primordial spirit by force would have drawn no objections from anyone.

The fact that they were willing to offer the cultivation grounds of the Abyssal Serpent Emperor in exchange was likely due to his repeated involvement in major battles over recent years.

"Now that the human race has risen to power in the Eastern Wastelands, there is truly no place left for demons and monsters like us."

"Forget it, this old man shall seize this opportunity to withdraw from the Eastern Wastelands (Location) and journey to that Southern Sea Cultivation Realm."

In the flicker of a thought, the Crocodile Ancestor grasped his predicament.

Without further hesitation, he immediately cupped his hands and said, "Since these are Eldrin's instructions, I shall comply without question."

Time flies, and the years flow by.

In the blink of an eye, nearly a 100 years had passed since the Zi Realm reclaimed the Star Archipelago.

Over the past century, demons and monsters had lain dormant within the Violet Realm. The human race now flourished with soaring momentum, having achieved initial restoration and nurturing a thriving, prosperous atmosphere.

Amid such rare tranquility, the Eldrin's sermon became a paramount event in the Violet Realm.

Chapter 1 Verdant Chariot Mountain (Location) was initially nothing more than an insignificant hill. Not only was it obscure within the vast expanse of the Eastern Wastelands (Location), but even within the borders of the Chu Kingdom (Location), it remained a place utterly unknown to fame.

However, there is a saying: Any mountain can be divine with the presence of an immortal.

As the sacred land where the Dao Lord Sacred Clan Chen rose to prominence, Verdant Chariot Mountain (Location) had seen its renown grow ever more resplendent in recent years, becoming regarded as a living legend among cultivators across the realm.

Many cultivators yearned for this with immense fascination. Upon hearing that the Eldrin would expound the Dao atop Verdant Chariot Mountain (Location), they naturally sought to ascend Verdant Chariot Mountain (Location) to listen to the words of the foremost Daoist master elucidating the Great Path.

"Verdant Chariot Mountain (Location) lies just ahead."

Within the boundless wilderness, 2 figures approached on foot. Gazing upon the majestic divine mountain looming faintly ahead, they couldn’t help but reveal a trace of yearning in their expressions.

A figure in white approached, holding a longsword. With sharp eyebrows and starlit eyes, his striking features resembled those of a mortal swordsman as he strolled forth.

Another man, clad in a cyan robe, possessed an air of extraordinary distinction between his brows.

Arriving at the mountain gate of Verdant Chariot Mountain (Location), the man in white finally turned and cupped his hands toward the blue-robed man beside him. "We halted beyond Yu County and journeyed tens of thousands of miles on foot to reach Verdant Chariot Mountain (Location). That we could share this path is surely a thread of karma."

"I am Jiang Taibai of the Great Mystery Hall. It is here that I shall meet you, Fellow Daoist."

"So you are a distinguished disciple of the Great Mystery Hall. My apologies for the lack of respect."

The man in blue robes stared blankly for a moment before smiling. "I am Xuan Qingyi (Person Name)," he said. "I've long dwelled in the Eastern Sea cultivation realm, merely a disciple of wandering cultivators—hardly comparable to the prestige of the Great Mystery Pavilion."

"Oh?"

Jiang Taibai’s expression froze for a moment, revealing a flicker of astonishment.

The man before him had reached the Half-Step Primordial Spirit (Cultivation Realm), yet he was merely a descendant of a rogue cultivator sect—a fact that defied all expectations.

But a mere moment later, he remarked thoughtfully, "To have mentored a disciple of your caliber, your master must undoubtedly be a revered transcendent who commands awe across the realm."

"You flatter me."

Xuan Qingyi chuckled softly and shook his head, declining to answer the question.

Then, a figure emerged from the mountain gate of Verdant Chariot Mountain (Location).

The newcomer, draped in a long robe, cast a calm glance at the 2 before smiling warmly. "Could it be that the visitors are Brother Taibai of the Great Mystery Hall and Fellow Daoist Xuanqingyi?"

"It is I."

Jiang Taibai gave a nod, his gaze involuntarily sweeping over the newcomer.

With just a single glance, his pupils abruptly contracted, revealing a trace of solemn gravity.

Jiang Taibai was a disciple of the former Hall Master of Tai Xuan, the final protégé of a supreme expert at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul realm. Moreover, the Hall Master of Tai Xuan regarded him as a sword immortal prodigy, a talent that emerges only once in 10 1000 years.

Now he had encountered 2 individuals in succession, yet found that whether it was Xuan Qingyi or the person before him, both possessed an aura as unfathomable as the abyss.

Jiang Taibai prided himself as a rare genius under the heavens, yet even he held no certainty of besting the 2.

At that thought, he roughly deduced the visitor's identity and rose to cup his hands in salute, "Might you be Fellow Daoist Wen Yuan?"

"It is I."

Lu Wenyuan smiled faintly and cupped his hands in salute. "Since both are honored guests, I've been waiting here precisely to receive you."

"So that's how it is."

Xuan Qingyi nodded with a smile. "I've long heard that the disciples under Patriarch Guixu are all extraordinary talents with the makings of a Primordial Spirit."

"Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I understand the rumors are indeed true."

"You flatter me, Fellow Daoist."

Lu Wenyuan shook his head, his gaze drifting into the distance as he spoke, "Please wait a moment, honored guests. My master foresaw that another fellow cultivator would be arriving, and instructed me to escort you all together."

As his words faded, he rose to his feet and strode into the distance.

Jiang Taibai’s brow furrowed slightly at the sight, and his gaze instinctively followed Lu Wenyuan’s direction.

There in the vast wilderness, a man in black robes took 3 steps and kowtowed, 9 steps and prostrated himself, moving at a painstakingly slow pace toward Verdant Chariot Mountain (Location).

"Who is he?"

Jiang Taibai furrowed his brow, unable to resist asking.

However, Xuan Qingyi seemed to know a bit more, his expression hesitant as he said, "The wandering cultivator who has risen to prominence in the Eastern Wastelands in recent years—'Demon Subduing Taoist'."

The man's original name and Daoist title had long been lost to time. It was said his entire clan—parents and kin—had been slaughtered by extraplanetary demons. In that single Eldrin (Person Name), he descended into Qi Deviation yet attained profound enlightenment.

From then on, his rise was meteoric. He once vanquished a severely wounded Celestial Demon of the Nascent Soul realm while still at Nascent Soul cultivation himself—no wonder he caught the attention of the Abyssal Reverie Elder.

Speaking of this, Xuan Qingyi added, "I heard this person originally hailed from the Star Lake Ancient Domain. During the great war in the Star Lake Ancient Domain all those years ago, Elder Guixu (Person Name) personally rescued him from the clutches of the demonic cultivators."

"Now that you have come to pay homage, it must be to repay the kindness of yesteryear."

"So that's how it is."

Jiang Taibai nodded, then sighed and said, "Since the birth of the demon realm, the Violet Realm has witnessed countless partings and reunions, sorrows and joys. Even my master..."

At this point, Jiang Taibai couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

Chapter 1 The biting northern wind swept across the mountain range, howling like countless vengeful spirits. Snowflakes danced wildly in the air, blanketing the towering peaks in a layer of pristine white. At the summit of the highest mountain, a figure in azure robes stood motionless, his garments fluttering in the gusts despite the absence of wind. Lin Feng (Person Name) gazed into the distance, his eyes reflecting the snow-capped mountains that stretched beyond the horizon. 1 100 years had passed since he last set foot in the mortal realm. Countless seasons had cycled, yet the memories remained vivid, etched into his soul like the intricate patterns on an ancient artifact. "Master, the Grand Elders request your presence in the Council Hall," a youthful voice called from behind. Without turning, Lin Feng nodded slightly. "Inform them I shall arrive momentarily." The disciple bowed and retreated, his footsteps silent upon the accumulated snow. Lin Feng's fingers traced the hilt of the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure) at his waist. The artifact hummed softly, resonating with the spiritual energy that coursed through his veins. He had cultivated for over 3 1000 years, yet the final bottleneck to the Soul Transformation Realm remained elusive. The upcoming heavenly tribulation loomed like a specter—both a dread and an opportunity. Countless cultivators had fallen at this juncture, their decades of accumulation reduced to ashes beneath the celestial punishment. A faint smile touched his lips as he recalled his early days. Back then, he possessed merely a dozen or so spirit stones and a dog-eared cultivation manual. Now, he commanded respect across the 9 provinces, his name whispered with reverence and fear. Turning from the cliff's edge, he took a single step and vanished from the summit, reappearing instantly before the magnificent Council Hall. The structure floated mid-air, supported by nothing but swirling spiritual energy. Golden light emanated from its pillars, illuminating the snow-filled sky. 2 elders awaited at the entrance, their white beards nearly touching the ground. "Brother Lin," the taller 1 greeted, "the demonic sect grows restless. They've gathered nearly a 1000 disciples at the border." Lin Feng's expression remained placid. "The Azure Cloud Sect has stood for 10 1000 years. We shall not falter now." "The heavenly tribulation..." the other elder began, concern etching his features. "Will be overcome," Lin Feng stated, his voice calm yet resolute. "Have the junior disciples prepared the 32,000 spirit stones for the formation?" "They await your command, Elder Lin." As they spoke, a distant bell tolled, its chime cutting through the mountain winds—a warning. Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. The confrontation had arrived sooner than anticipated. "Summon all elders," he commanded, his hand resting firmly on his sword. "The time has come to remind the world why the Azure Cloud Sect remains unrivaled." Above them, the clouds began to swirl, gathering into a massive vortex. Spiritual energy condensed into visible strands of light, weaving through the air like celestial serpents. Somewhere in the distance, a phoenix cried out, its voice echoing across the peaks. The storm was coming.