Immortal of the Nine Realms

“Impossible…. Elder Huo is a Golden Core Realm cultivator. How could he die so easily….”

“Golden Core Realm cultivators vary in strength. I heard Elder Huo was only at the early Golden Core Realm. This Grand Thousand Dao Sect ancestor might be at the mid-stage Golden Core Realm.”

“Even if he’s strong, what’s the use? Challenging the Parting Fiery Dao Sect is one thing, but if the Nascent Soul Realm ancestor or even the Enlightment Realm ancestor steps in, it’s a whole different story.”

The thousands of cultivators around whispered among themselves or used Transmission Talismans, their eyes constantly shifting toward Fang Chen with shock and mockery. They had seen Golden Core Realm cultivators often and even witnessed some fall. What was once considered an unreachable existence now seemed less impressive.

The burly-faced cultivator gasped and shrank to the back of the crowd, his eyes filled with horror.

What’s going on? The Grand Thousand Dao Sect actually has another Golden Core Realm ancestor besides Pei Qingfeng? One who’s even so ruthless?

This was the Parting Fiery Dao Sect. Furthermore, it had even aligned itself with the Qin Family to resist the Langya Clan. Its status and influence had increased significantly. Any action could be tied to the Qin Family as a reason.

Regardless of a cultivator’s origin, anyone who dared to resist would be labeled a traitor and subject to punishment from the Qin Family. In this environment, publicly injuring a Golden Core from the Parting Fiery Dao Sect was tantamount to declaring war against both the Qin Family and the Parting Fiery Dao Sect!

“Elder Fang, it turns out that your cultivation is so high! It is not any weaker than Ancestor Pei’s!”

The Grand Thousand Dao Sect’s Qi Refining disciples were astonished.

Elder Xu gasped. He had always thought that Fang Chen was strong because he relied on the black and white paper figures. However, it now seemed that his own cultivation was extremely high as well.

A Golden Core cultivator died just like that….

“Haha—”

Elder Huo made a strange, wheezing noise. He was trying to speak, but he couldn’t complete a single sentence because the flute was piercing through his throat. It had even injured his brain.

Fang Chen glanced at him before turning his attention to Elder Miao. “What are you waiting for? He can’t last much longer in this condition. Even if he’s a Golden Core Realm cultivator, if he doesn’t receive treatment, he’ll die within half a day.”

Elder Miao’s face turned pale. “Y-yes…”

He immediately took out a Transmission Talisman and ignited it.

He cautiously said, “I can only send messages to some colleagues and a few elders. As for the ancestors… I don’t have the right to contact them….”

“It’s fine. Your ancestors are coming.”

Fang Chen smiled lightly and slowly looked toward the depths of the Immortal Mountain. Activating his Primordial Immortal Eyes, he could see a presence stronger than a Golden Core Cultivator approaching.

Elder Mao was visibly surprised. “The ancestor is coming out?”

He quickly toned down his expression, afraid of provoking the person in front of him.

A gentleman does not stand under a crumbling wall!

Not only was the presence suspected to be of the Nascent Soul Realm, but there were also many other presences of similar strength to Elder Huo’s coming in their direction.

About five or six breaths later, seven Golden Core Realm cultivators appeared one after another. Their auras varied, with some matching Elder Huo while others surpassed it.

When these Golden Core Realm cultivators saw Elder Huo’s state, they merely cast cold, appraising looks at Fang Chen. They didn’t approach, seemingly waiting for something. ř

With the arrival of these Golden Core Realm cultivators, tension in the air flagged considerably. Elder Miao also eased up a little.

Elder Huo’s pale face began to recover a bit. He anxiously looked at his colleagues, signaling them to take action and save him.

Elder Xu and the others felt a subconscious tremor in their hearts but found reassurance in Fang Chen’s formidable abilities. After all, if the black and white paper figure were involved, would this group of Golden Core Realm cultivators be enough to pose a threat?

The tense atmosphere was completely shattered when a young man arrived. The surrounding Golden Core Realm elders and Elder Miao showed slight excitement, cupping their hands in respect. “We pay our respects to Ancestor!”

Is this the Nascent Soul or the Enlightenment Realm ancestor?

The cultivators around were visibly awed, their expressions shifting as they speculated about the young man’s identity.

The burly-faced cultivator let out a sigh of relief; with the ancestor of the Parting Fiery Dao Sect appearing, the matter seemed to have reached its conclusion.

The young man nodded lightly, seemingly indifferent as he gazed at Fang Chen. After a moment, he noticed that Fang Chen’s aura was completely inscrutable, making it impossible to discern his cultivation level. His gaze then shifted to Elder Huo. Seeing his pitiful condition, he let out a soft laugh.

“You have been at the Parting Fiery Dao Sect for too long and have grown complacent. You think there are no real experts in the world. Now, do you finally believe there are always higher mountains?”

The people around grew puzzled, and they exchanged glances with one another.

The young man looked at Fang Chen again and said with a faint smile, “What is your relationship with the Grand Thousand Dao Sect? Don’t tell me you’re their disciple. Although the sect did have a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator who has long been missing, I have met Hong Qing a few times, and you are not him.”

The people around were horrified.

“Nascent Soul!”

Judging from the words of the Parting Fiery Dao Sect ancestor, it was clear that he believed the Grand Thousand Dao Sect’s representative was also a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator!

That was the pinnacle that ordinary cultivators could only look up to. For them, the distance between the Middle Three Realms and the Upper Three Realms was too distant to comprehend.

Elder Xu was stunned. “Martial Uncle Fang is a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator?”

If that were the case, would he still be a disciple of Elder Hong Qing?

“You wished to see me?”

Seeing Fang Chen silent, the young man continued, “I rarely come out of seclusion, and you remain silent. Is there a reason for this? Or are you afraid? Yes, you should be afraid. After all, you’ve come to my sect and injured our Golden Core Realm cultivator. Surely, you should give some explanation.”

Fang Chen looked at the young man with his gray-white eyes and replied with a faint smile, “Yes, your sect does owe the Grand Thousand Dao Sect an explanation. You had our disciples fight bravely for you, yet you ignored their injuries and even hoarded the pills the Qin Family provided. If you don’t provide a clear explanation, today will mark the end of the Parting Fiery Dao Sect.”

The young man was momentarily stunned. A strange smile soon appeared on his face.

Just as he was about to speak, Fang Chen interrupted him. “Before you speak, think carefully. Once the words are out, there’s no turning back.”

The young man’s expression shifted slightly. The casual demeanor he previously had vanished, replaced by a serious look. Fang Chen seemed to have a lot of confidence, showing no fear of him.

The Golden Core Realm cultivators of the Parting Fiery Dao Sect glared with anger, their spiritual energy surging, ready to act at any moment. Even if the Nascent Soul Realm cultivator was formidable, they believed that with their combined strength, they could leave some injuries on a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.

“Fine, since you are standing up for them, I will give you face.” The young man nodded and glanced at one of the Golden Core Realm cultivators. “Sect Leader Zhang, deliver the White Dew Pills they deserve.”

The Golden Core Realm cultivators were slightly surprised, their expressions becoming somewhat unpleasant. However, they dared not disobey the Nascent Soul Realm cultivator’s order.

Sect Leader Zhang’s face darkened. He whispered to Elder Miao, seemingly inquiring about how many White Dew Pill should be given to Elder Xu and the others. After receiving the information, he produced two bottles of White Dew Pill and handed them to Fang Chen.

“Here is the White Dew Pill you requested. Is this satisfactory? If so, we should discuss what you will offer in return,” the young man said with a smile.