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At that moment, Zhao Yang was unaware that nearly all the sects in the world were in an uproar. The Soul Lamps lit within their ranks had suddenly dimmed significantly half a day ago, one after another. Many leaders from the Hidden Gate sects found their once brilliant Soul Lamps extinguished as well.
The Soul Lamp was a special light ignited by certain sects for formal disciples or important figures born into the sect. The wick contained a trace of the cultivator's soul essence, and when lit with a unique oil, the corresponding cultivator would never see it extinguished naturally as long as they remained alive. It was typically used to ascertain the life and death status of individuals within the sect.
In a remote and secret ancient courtyard, a tremor shook the air as two figures suddenly appeared from thin air, crashing to the ground. Both were covered in cracked skin, their Primordial Infants within them languishing, unable to make a sound. One was a White-Haired Elder clad in a Priest Robe, his eyes swirling with starlight and blood trickling down, appearing dim and lifeless, with only a thin strip of flesh connecting his head and neck. The other was a handsome middle-aged man clutching half of a tattered Talisman in his hand, which still glimmered faintly with blue light, indicating it had not been used.
"What kind of existence is that monkey? Just its aura rendered everyone immobile, and with a single slap, it obliterated everyone, including Nascent Soul Stage cultivators. Even my directional teleportation Talisman couldn't be activated. If it weren't for your Eye Technique being so extraordinary, I might have already died," the middle-aged man said, drenched in blood and still trembling from fear.
"I cannot discern its cultivation level either," the White-Haired Elder replied softly, his Star-Moon Pattern gradually fading as his body began to decay.
"Father! High Priest! What happened to you? What kind of being could injure you like this?!" A handsome young man with a delicate face rushed over with several White-Haired Elders, shock evident on his expression. He knew well that both his father and the High Priest were top-tier existences at the Nascent Soul Stage, yet now they were gravely injured and on the brink of death.
The two were indeed Shi Qiankun, the Master of the Dragon Gate Sect, and the High Priest who had narrowly escaped death. Earlier, when he sensed something was amiss, he had clutched his invaluable directional teleportation Talisman tightly. However, he never expected that monkey would be powerful enough to immobilize him completely. He understood that no one in the cultivation world could exert Realm Pressure over those beyond the Nascent Soul Stage; if it were merely magical techniques or Divine Power, it would be too outrageous. If not that, could it possibly be an Immortal descending from above?
Suddenly, the Primordial Infant within the dying High Priest shot out from his severed neck and swiftly entered the body of a robust White-Haired Elder behind the Clear-skinned Youth. The Elder trembled violently for a moment before his eyes displayed the Star-Moon Pattern again, though his complexion appeared somewhat pale.
"Quickly take the High Priest to the Blood Pool for healing! Also, go to the alchemy room and fetch Little Saint Dan; I need to reconstruct my golden body; otherwise, this physical form will be ruined. As for that being who injured us—it's beyond your current understanding. Focus on your cultivation; I did not find Yunsheng this time out. I've heard he has become a traitor to our Sect. I warned you before—people like him without Spiritual Roots who think too highly of themselves will only resort to underhanded tactics and ruin their reputation."
"Father, please don't speak ill of Second Brother; he is actually trying hard," the youth said in defense of Shiyunsheng.
Shi Qiankun waved off his subordinate's support dismissively and huffed, "Stop flattering him; trash is trash! Where's your elder brother?"
"Elder Brother is in closed-door cultivation and hasn't come out yet," disappointment flickered in the youth's eyes.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yang followed the starlight from his Spirit Pearl and managed to gather some scattered Essence Stone fragments and broken magical artifacts along the way. The more he searched, the more painful it became for him; he muttered incessantly.
"My master is like a beast—so violent! Can't he just scavenge first before making a move? So many spirit stones and magical artifacts are shattered beyond use! I bet some sect leaders and powerful Loose Cultivators carried good items; what a pity!"
Zhao Yang felt like crying without tears as if those things should have belonged to him all along while glancing disdainfully at Little Beast.
Finally flying out of Thousand Miles of Scorching Heat, Zhao Yang reflected on how many lives had been lost along his path due to shockwaves. He hoped fervently that his master would not have another chance to strike; otherwise, it would be too damaging to heaven itself.
Having been away from home for over two years now, Zhao Yang planned to find a place to ask for directions back home to see his parents and younger sister.
"I wonder how my parents are doing. That girl, Zhao Yu, must have grown up a bit by now," Zhao Yang thought, filled with joy and longing to return home.
After flying for a while, his throat was parched. Spotting a waterfall below with a pool at its base, he descended and drank deeply from the clear water.
Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine, and he felt an ominous presence. He turned around sharply to see a massive dark green snake, as thick as a water bucket, glaring at him with eyes as large as bronze bells. The snake's tongue flicked in and out as it lunged toward Zhao Yang.
"Help! A snake!" Zhao Yang shouted in panic. Before he could finish his cry, the giant snake bit down on him and dragged him into the pool.
"Chirp Chirp?" Little Beast emerged from the water, shaking off droplets and looking up at the bubbling surface of the pool.
From beneath the water came a series of anguished cries, waves crashing violently as steam rose. Zhao Yang burst out of the pool, completely dry except for a snake gallbladder in his hand that was about the size of a pomegranate. Moments later, a large snake floated to the surface, belly up.
"Look at you trying to ambush me! You really thought I wouldn't turn the tables on you?" Zhao Yang shouted, still too afraid to glance at the water's surface lest he get goosebumps. He looked at the snake gallbladder in his hand and muttered to himself, "They say snake gallbladders are highly nutritious, but this thing is just disgusting." He hesitated several times about swallowing it whole for fear of getting nauseous but couldn't bring himself to throw it away. Instead, he took out a box from his pocket to store it for now.
Suddenly, a whistling sound pierced the air as a silver arrow shot out from the bushes, aimed directly at Zhao Yang's face. He ducked just in time, frowning slightly; he hated being ambushed.
"Kid, hand over the Snake King's Gallbladder!" A young man in brocade robes appeared from behind a tree, wielding a silver Great Bow. An elder in gray robes followed closely behind him. "Not bad; you managed to dodge my divine arrow!"
Zhao Yang immediately recognized him as a spoiled rich kid who had never faced hardship and never considered others' feelings. Judging by his cultivation level, he seemed to be at the first layer of Foundation Establishment Stage. The elder behind him was surprisingly at the eighth layer of Foundation Establishment Stage—a skilled practitioner for someone wandering in such remote mountains. Since learning from the Myriad Spirit Sect's Secret Manuscript Building about various cultivation insights, Zhao Yang had mastered controlling his own cultivation fluctuations and was currently maintaining an aura that suggested he was at the eighth layer of Qi Refinement Stage.
"You shoot me without any explanation and then demand I hand over the gallbladder? What compensation or benefit do I get from this?" Zhao Yang decided not to rush into confronting this young man.
"The benefit is that I won't kill you. If you want compensation, I can shoot you again; what do you think?" The Jin Robe Youth spoke arrogantly.
"Hmm, that's not a bad proposal," Zhao Yang nodded in agreement with the Jin Robe Youth's suggestion.
"Huh? Are you looking for death?!" The Jin Robe Youth's expression turned furious upon seeing Zhao Yang's demeanor; it seemed like he was mocking him. Having been pampered like a star since childhood, no one had ever dared to defy him or look him in the eye when he scolded them. Yet here was someone who not only refused to bow down but appeared to be making fun of him.
"Look at you! You proposed giving me an arrow; I agreed, yet now you're questioning your own proposal! What do you really want?"
"I want you to kneel and beg for mercy! I want you to tremble like a dog before me!" The Jin Robe Youth shouted passionately. "You cannot defy me; defying me means death!"
Zhao Yang felt somewhat speechless and shook his head in disbelief. It seemed that no matter which world one lived in, there were always people who acted recklessly without regard for others' lives or feelings.
"However, I'm not afraid at all. Moreover, from a biological perspective, dogs can only squat on their hind legs, not kneel. Your intelligence seems a bit lacking! You really need to study hard and pay attention to the things around you!" Zhao Yang retorted, his tone brimming with arrogance as he began to lecture Jin Robe Youth.
The silver Great Bow in the boy's hand was already drawn, the arrow tip aimed straight at Zhao Yang, his gaze filled with malice.
The Gray-Clad Elder beside the boy stepped in to stop him, chuckling as he addressed Zhao Yang. "Young man, you truly are fearless like a newborn calf. Hasn't your family taught you the rules of the Cultivation world? Seeing that you are at the eighth level of Qi Refinement Stage is no small feat; it's impressive that someone from such a remote place could cultivate to this level."
Zhao Yang smiled in response. "Thank you for the compliment, Master, but it's still too early to determine who is the calf and who is the tiger."
"Hmm?" The Gray-Clad Elder looked puzzled for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Indeed, youth is often ignorant. Take us to meet your parents; today I feel generous. I won't kill you while your family is present. Instead, I'll cripple your cultivation right in front of them so you can understand what it means that there are always people better than you."
"Ha! What a great saying about there being people beyond people and heavens beyond heavens!" Zhao Yang remained unfazed, having heard such remarks directed at him more than once. "As for meeting my parents, I think that's unnecessary. Unlike some people who rely on their elders when they can't stand on their own, you seem like someone who has always depended on others since childhood!"
"You seek death!" The elder roared in anger, launching a lightning-fast attack aimed at Zhao Yang with lethal intent. Behind him, Jin Robe Youth released the silver arrow from his Great Bow like a bolt of lightning!
Buzz—!
With a resonating sound, Zhao Yang caught the Silver Arrow barehanded. Both the Gray-Clad Elder and Jin Robe Youth widened their eyes in shock, utterly astonished.
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