Cultivation: I Signed in with the Talent of an Immortal at the Start

Chapter 724: The Curtain Falls

It was clear that no one on the battlefield would listen to a surrender. Although they were of the same clan, by committing the act of fratricide, they were no longer worthy members of the Hun Family.

Who could say for sure if the surrender was a ruse?

The terrifying sword light showed no mercy, directly severing Third Young Master Hun Qianchen’s legs.

“Ah!”

A mournful wail rang out.

Third Young Master Hun Qianchen’s expression was incredibly hideous. Since becoming an Eternal True God, he hadn’t suffered such a severe injury in many years, yet he felt a sense of relief in his heart.

The opponent hadn’t continued their attack; his life should be saved, right?

“Hmph.”

The one who had attacked walked up to Third Young Master Hun Qianchen, eyes filled with disdain, though he forcibly suppressed his killing intent.

Hun Qianxue’s order was to keep these people alive and bring them back to the Family to await judgment.

Naturally, he didn’t deal a killing blow. Instead, he used a Magical Artifact to seal his cultivation before taking him back to the flying vessel to be imprisoned.

On the other side.

Wu Tianqiong’s situation was no better. The few True Gods he had brought weren’t particularly strong to begin with, and facing the experienced veteran True Gods under Hun Qianxue, they were suppressed so hard they couldn’t even lift their heads from the first exchange.

Even more fatal was that the trapping Formation they had set up had now become their own cage. The Formation locked down the Void Realm; just as Hun Qianxue and the others couldn’t escape, neither could they.

“Damn it!”

Wu Tianqiong cursed, exhausting all his strength to block the opponent’s offensive, but despair grew in his heart.

They were retreating step by step, their ranks utterly shattered.

Inside the hall, in front of the light screen.

The various clan elders of the Hun Family watched this scene and nodded one after another.

“The situation is decided.”

“Hun Cangfeng is finished.”

“That useless Qianchen, I said long ago he would never amount to anything.”

Ancestor Fenxue stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze as calm as water, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Han Xuanji stood in the corner, watching the one-sided battle on the light screen without much emotion.

This play had already reached its end.

Just as he was planning to leave.

Ancestor Fenxue suddenly turned around and walked slowly toward the corner of the hall.

There stood a person.

Han Xuanji.

He had come today at Hun Qianling’s invitation to “observe the ceremony.” He hadn’t said a word the entire time, keeping such a low profile that people almost forgot his existence.

But Ancestor Fenxue clearly hadn’t forgotten. Seeing Ancestor Fenxue approaching, Hun Qianling’s heart tightened, and she instinctively took a step forward to shield Han Xuanji.

“Old Ancestor, Young Master Han is my guest…”

Before she could finish, Ancestor Fenxue raised a hand to interrupt her.

“I am not yet senile.”

Ancestor Fenxue gave Hun Qianling a neutral glance, his tone neither light nor heavy, yet carrying a majesty that brooked no argument.

“Step aside.”

Hun Qianling bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and then stepped to the side.

Ancestor Fenxue walked up to Han Xuanji and sized him up from top to bottom.

Han Xuanji’s expression remained normal as he slightly cupped his hands.

“Greetings, Ancestor Fenxue.”

Ancestor Fenxue didn’t speak immediately. His gaze lingered on Han Xuanji’s face for a moment, as if observing something.

After a long while, he suddenly laughed. The laugh was low but carried a hint of kindness.

“Little Friend Han, you’ve seen something embarrassing today.”

Han Xuanji bowed slightly. “Old Ancestor, you are too kind.”

Ancestor Fenxue waved his hand. “Though I am in seclusion for years at a time, I am not entirely ignorant of the outside world. Reaching the top of the Five Elements Heavenly Ladder, the events in Qianmeng Pavilion—I have heard of them all.”

He paused, his gaze becoming profound. “For a peerless Prodigy seen once in ten thousand years to settle in the Hun Family is the Family’s fortune. Although I do not know what role you played in this matter, the fact that Qianling invited you here shows that you are trustworthy.”

Han Xuanji’s heart stirred slightly, but his face remained impassive.

“The Old Ancestor is wise.”

Ancestor Fenxue nodded, his tone flat yet meaningful.

“Regarding today’s events, what you saw, you saw. I believe you will not be loose-tongued.”

This was both a warning and a test.

Han Xuanji smiled and said frankly,

“The Hun Family’s internal affairs have nothing to do with me. I only came today to watch the excitement; once I’m done watching, I’ll forget it.”

He had only come for the entertainment, so naturally, he wouldn’t go around talking about it.

After all, he was the one who had orchestrated this whole thing.

Ancestor Fenxue stared at him for two breaths before slowly nodding. “Good.”

He turned and walked back to his original position, never looking at Han Xuanji again.

Hun Qianling secretly breathed a sigh of relief, leaned closer to Han Xuanji, and whispered,

“You scared me to death. I thought the Old Ancestor was going to make things difficult for you.”

Han Xuanji shook his head.

“He wouldn’t. I’ll be going now.”

The outcome was decided.

By now, there was no longer any suspense in the battle on the light screen.

Hun Cangfeng was forcefully suppressed by Hun Pojun, Wu Tianqiong was defeated by the combined attack of three True Gods, and of the many Cultivators from the Tianwu Sect, some were dead and others had surrendered.

Han Xuanji withdrew his gaze and stopped watching. He walked slowly toward the hall entrance with unhurried steps.

Hun Qianling noticed his movement and quickly followed, asking in a low voice, “You’re leaving?”

“Yes.”

Han Xuanji nodded.

“From here on, this matter has nothing to do with me anymore.”

Hun Qianling opened her mouth to say something but eventually swallowed her words. She certainly knew why Han Xuanji said that.

However, it truly wouldn’t be appropriate to publicly credit Han Xuanji for this success.

“I’ll see you out.”

Hun Qianling said.

Han Xuanji waved his hand. “No need. Stay here and handle the aftermath. What comes next is much more important than seeing me out.”

Hun Qianling hesitated for a moment but didn’t insist further. An indescribable feeling suddenly welled up in her heart.

This guy always had that calm and composed look, as if the sky falling would have nothing to do with him.

But it was precisely this demeanor that was strangely reassuring.

…

Purple Soul Grotto-Heaven.

Han Xuanji returned to his Immortal Cave and sat cross-legged, but he didn’t immediately enter a state of Cultivation.

He closed his eyes, the images from the light screen replaying in his mind.

“Finally, I can Cultivate in peace.”

He murmured to himself, his tone calm but carrying a hint of relief.

Hun Cangfeng was Hun Qianxue’s opponent, not his. But as long as that man didn’t fall, his situation in the Hun Family would always be subject to variables.

Now that the dust had settled, he no longer had to worry about those hidden arrows and schemes from behind.

Han Xuanji took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The Spirit Gathering Formation patterns in the cultivation chamber slowly lit up, and dense eternal qi wrapped around him like threads. Cultivation was the true foundation. Now that this matter was over, the Life and Death Ravine was also about to open.