Yuan's Ascension

Chapter 421: Summerpeak, Wu Yuan (3)

One breath, six seconds.

Sure enough, upon hearing the lifeline Wu Yuan threw them, the eleven Golden Core cultivators began to show a hint of hesitation.

"Damn you, Wu Yuan!”

“You want to sacrifice us to the Bloodforge? Just wait till our ancestor returns..."

Swoosh! A saber-hand fell. The two Golden Core cultivators were instantly grounded to pulp mid-curse.

Refuse to submit? Then die!

"There’s still nine of you left. Half a breath remains." Wu Yuan's voice was icy.

The wind howled. At this moment, the nine surviving Golden Core cultivators felt an unprecedented chill, realizing Wu Yuan fully intended to kill them if they disobeyed. There was no room for negotiation.

"I'm willing," a Golden Core cultivator with a long beard said bitterly. Immediately, he handed over several storage artifacts. At the same time, his vital aura quickly faded, the result of sealing his own qi sea.

Most Golden Core cultivators would learn such self-sealing arcane arts, but almost all never thought that they would use it one day.

"Old Hei, by doing this, you..." Another Golden Core cultivator glared at him.

Swoosh~ Wu Yuan slashed downward, and his body exploded in an instant.

"Eight left, make your choice," Wu Yuan's voice was cold as ice. "I'm not patient. Hesitate again, and I'll send you all to your graves."

Without any alternative, the remaining eight Golden Core cultivators all chose to surrender, each handing over their storage artifacts and sealing their qi seas.

Although their chances of surviving the Bloodforge were incredibly slim, it was still a glimmer of hope, better than resisting and dying immediately.

Each of these Golden Core cultivators had strong wills and were all elites among men. But in the face of life and death, most of them chose to scrape by.

"You dare deceive me with a fake seal? You think I’m clueless about qi sea sealing arts?" Wu Yuan suddenly pointed to a white-robed Golden Core cultivator, his voice frosty.

The expression of the white-robed cultivator changed immediately, revealing a hint of despair, "Sir Wu Yuan, please..."

Boom~ The saber-hand chopped down, and he was turned into blood mist. Dead!

This scene finally crushed the last bit of courage in the seven surviving Golden Core cultivators. When they looked at Wu Yuan, only fear remained in their eyes.

"Remember! Disobedience means death! Deception also means death!" Wu Yuan's cold voice echoed through the air. "Want to live? Then obey!"

With a thought, Wu Yuan’s Domain swept through the air, confiscating all the remaining treasures of the immortal cultivators.

Inside one of the storage artifacts, Wu Yuan discovered the Heavenly Flame Bow.

Quite a treasure, I'll take a closer look later. Wu Yuan thought to himself, not rushing to inspect these treasures.

With a grand sweep of his hand, he seized the seven Golden Core cultivators, who had no resistance left in them.

Up to this point, the twenty-seven Golden Core cultivators who joined the Huoyan Sect's expedition to the Middle Land had either died or been captured. Not a single one escaped.

Wu Yuan's gaze then turned to a flying boat hundreds of li away. It was desperately trying to escape. However, it was too slow.

Whoosh! With a flap of his wings, Wu Yuan crossed hundreds of li in an instant. In just two seconds, he caught up.

"Stop!" With a thought, he trapped the flying boat within his Domain. As though it was stuck in a swamp, the flying boat’s movements grew sluggish. This flying boat wasn't too powerful.

"Come out, or die!" Wu Yuan looked down at the massive flying boat, his voice cold and commanding like a heavenly deity.

Inside the flying boat, hundreds of Qi Sea phase immortal cultivators hid, trembling in fear.

They were scared out of their wits. With the sect's lofty Golden Core elders dead or captured, what chance did they have?

In their hearts, Wu Yuan's power was comparable to the sect's ancestor, if not stronger. Resist? It was a one-way ticket to death!

In a blink, these six hundred Qi Sea cultivators chose to surrender, disembarking from the flying boat in an orderly fashion. No one dared to resist.

Immediately, Wu Yuan stowed away the flying boat.

With a horde of Qi Sea phase cultivators in tow and seven Golden Core powerhouses in his grip, Wu Yuan sped toward the Min Continent.

Just before entering the Min Continent, Wu Yuan glanced at the farthest reaches of the horizon.

It appeared that nothing was there. However, with Wu Yuan's powerful soul and keen eyes, he could faintly sense a powerful presence thousands of li away.

Daoist Long, you haven’t left? A hint of frostiness flashed in Wu Yuan's eyes.

Wu Yuan felt a trace of gratitude toward Daoist Long. Regardless of the jiaolong’s intentions, he had indeed been of help.

However, Wu Yuan remained cautious, always wary of these foreign, mysterious high-level cultivators.

The other party didn't reveal himself, so Wu Yuan naturally didn't intend to start a battle with him.

I've been badly weakened. If it comes to a fight to the death, I'm afraid I won't be a match for him. Wu Yuan thought to himself. He didn't want to provoke the other party either.

For Wu Yuan, the most pressing matter was to quickly return to Cloud Capital and utilize the blood-red mist he had recently acquired to quickly recover from his injuries.

Once he regained his peak strength, he wouldn’t have to fear anything.

...

In the Middle Land Immortal Hall's Conference Hall.

"The Huoyan Sect's army has been completely annihilated. I've captured seven Golden Core and six hundred Qi Sea cultivators. We're about to reach Cloud Capital." Wu Yuan calmly announced, his eyes sweeping across the two hundred cultivators of the Middle Land.

"We've won a great victory, but stay alert, don't let your guards down."

"Understood." The cultivators responded respectfully.

"Fang Xia, Arctic, Mountain Devil, get ready to receive the prisoners. I'll be there soon." Wu Yuan instructed.

"Yes." Fang Xia, Arctic, Mountain Devil, Hai Feizhang and others bowed respectfully. In an instant, Wu Yuan's figure vanished from the Conference Hall.

Instantly, the entire Conference Hall erupted into a frenzy of discussion.

"Too strong!"

"His Majesty is truly invincible."

"His Majesty must have reached the legendary Shambhala phase, possessing the power to unite Summerpeak.” The immortal cultivators of the Middle Land launched into debates.

The fight they had just witnessed was on a whole other level.

Not only did Wu Yuan successfully hold off the attack of the Huoyan Sect's army, but he even suppressed them with overwhelming power, killing powerful Golden Core cultivators one after another.

"Big Brother, you are too strong." Wu Yijun was equally astonished. She had only heard that her big brother was strong, but how strong was he exactly? This was a mystery to the Middle Land.

But today, Wu Yuan had won the hearts of the immortal cultivators of the Middle Land, and her admiration for her brother grew even stronger.

...

Tens of thousands of li away, in the skies.

He wiped them out. All the mid-stage and late-stage Golden Core cultivators have been killed, the rest captured. None escaped. How powerful! Daoist Long sighed deeply.

He realized that Wu Yuan was not an indecisive person. On the contrary, he was a person who was resolute and decisive.

It made sense, those who rose rapidly to power were seldom gentle.

He may not fully trust me. Daoist Long contemplated. He is greatly weakened at the moment. If I visit him now, it will only raise his suspicions.

I’ll wait for three days. He can visit me when he’s ready. After a moment's thought, Daoist Long sent a message to Wu Yuan through the token he had gifted him, requesting to meet on an island at the edge of the Min Continent in three days.

Soon, Daoist Long received a swift reply. First, Wu Yuan agreed to the meeting; second, he expressed his gratitude.

Heh, that’s enough for me. Daoist Long grinned. This Wu Yuan is indeed talented, but perhaps a little too talented.

The more he thought about it, the more unbelievable it felt. In all his years, he never imagined a Spiritual Body cultivator could reach such a level.

This Wu Yuan, I’m guessing he doesn’t have a fourth-degree immortal root. How could such a terrifying ether art be a basic ether art? Daoist Long was somewhat incredulous. Could it be a third-degree immortal root?

A third-degree immortal root. For him, it was nothing short of a myth.

Daoist Long himself only established a seventh-degree immortal root, and was considered a bottom-tier Shambhala cultivator.

Such a peerless genius has been born in Summerpeak. Whether it's a blessing or a curse is yet to be known. Daoist Long mused inwardly. At least for now, the benefits outweigh the drawbacks for me.

Huo Yan must have received the news. But I wonder, what can you do? A sweet sense of satisfaction swept over Daoist Long.

He had been at odds with Reverand Huo Yan for so long, always at the losing end.

Today, he finally felt a sense of triumph.

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