Farming to Cultivate Immortality – CH56

Chapter 56

When Qishan received Yulu Sect’s call for help, they set out immediately, covering the hundreds of miles in just half a day. But it was still too late.

When they arrived at the sect’s entrance, bodies of Yulu Sect disciples were scattered outside the main hall, lying in all directions. Although none had lost their lives, their limbs had been broken, and they were writhing on the ground in agony, screaming in pain.

As they rushed into the main hall, the scene inside was even more horrific. Yulu Sect’s sect master, Wu Qianyuan, lay dead on the ground, and a man in a black robe with his back turned to them was calmly using the tip of a silver spear to sever Wu Qianyuan’s head.

Several of Wu Qianyuan’s closest disciples lay in front of him, their tongues cut out and eyes gouged, writhing on the ground like blood-filled gourds. They clung to life, their chests slowly rising and falling, convulsing with their final breaths.

Other cultivators from nearby sects who had arrived earlier in response to the cry for help were lying on the ground as well, clutching their chests, their faces pale. They were clearly gravely injured and unable to move.

Blood was everywhere, splattered across the hall, and the air was filled with the harrowing screams of the wounded. It was nothing short of a hellish scene.

Seeing this, Liu Sixian and the others were filled with terror.

The world of cultivators was usually detached from worldly affairs, peaceful and serene. Typically, they only emerged to subdue demons that threatened the common people, and even then, it was just a minor scuffle. None of them had ever seen a scene as gruesome as this.

At that moment, the man in the black robe finally lifted Wu Qianyuan’s severed head and slowly turned to face them.

His features were sharp, but his face was covered in blood, obscuring his true appearance.

He held a silver spear in his hand, blood dripping from the hem of his robe onto the ground. His aura was cold and murderous, like a god of death.

“It’s the Demon Prince.” Upon seeing the cluster of bird-of-paradise flowers embroidered on his chest, someone cried out in terror, “He’s Demon Realm’s young lord, Zeyuan.”

Some disciples had already rushed to treat the injured Yulu Sect members, feeding them elixirs to keep them alive and stop the bleeding.

Hearing that cry, Liu Sixian and the others were stunned, slowly drawing their swords and preparing for battle.

They had all heard of Demon Prince Zeyuan, the son of the Demon Realm Lord, Jie Shang.

Though the Demon Realm and the world of cultivators had long been separated, with neither interfering with the other, rumors of Zeyuan had still reached them.

It was said that Zeyuan was born to Jie Shang and an unknown woman.

After giving birth to Zeyuan, the woman disappeared. Rumor had it that she had angered Jie Shang over a minor matter and was executed on the spot.

The ruthless methods of the Demon Realm and their erratic temperaments were clear from this.

From a young age, Zeyuan was a fierce and formidable fighter, revered by the entire Demon Realm.

It was said that at twelve, he had killed two vicious evil dragons from the Twin Dragon Pool with his bare hands and skinned them to make shoes for his father.

At sixteen, during a great upheaval in the Demon Realm, Zeyuan had defended his father’s throne, defeating the rebel leader, the Demon Realm’s Grand Elder, Cheng Yu Wan, and sealing him in an underground water prison.

Demon Lord Jie Shang cherished his only son and protected him fiercely. It was only today that the cultivators of the world finally saw the face of this renowned Demon Prince.

Zeyuan was known for his silver spear and for wearing robes embroidered with a cluster of bird-of-paradise flowers. Even those who had never met him before recognized him at a glance.

Zeyuan showed no fear at their approach. He simply held Wu Qianyuan’s severed head and stared at them coldly.

“Why did you kill Sect Master Wu and harm so many Yulu Sect disciples?” a Qishan disciple mustered the courage to ask, his voice trembling.

“Because he deserved it,” Zeyuan finally spoke after a long silence, his raspy voice sounding like it had been scraped by rough sand. “And these disciples were accomplices.”

Zeyuan’s blood-soaked face, now unrecognizable, was terrifying and cruel as he stared at them.

A faint red mist began to rise in his eyes. “If you know what’s good for you, leave now, or I’ll kill you too.”

“This isn’t good; he’s about to lose control,” a disciple standing next to Liu Sixian cried out in fear, his hand trembling as he gripped his sword.

Everyone knew how dangerous Zeyuan could be, and they instinctively took a few steps back, raising their weapons in front of them defensively.

Among all the people present, excluding those severely injured and fallen to the ground, Liu Siqian was the one with the highest cultivation level.

Thus, he slowly pointed his sword at Zeyuan and said loudly, “Zeyuan, our celestial sects have always stood united. Even if we know we can’t defeat you, we will still fight you to the end for the lives you have taken from the Yulu Sect.”

“A fight to the end? Fine, I will grant you that.” Zeyuan replied coldly. A silver light suddenly shot from the spear in his hand, and dark, flowing patterns appeared on the spear shaft.

In an instant, the entire hall was filled with the sound of howling winds, and the debris from broken tables and chairs on the ground was swept into the air. From afar, the sound of crashing waves could faintly be heard outside the hall.

“This demon is trying to summon the waters of the Hidden Sea!” one of the injured cultivators from another sect cried out in terror.

“It’s rumored that Zeyuan can summon the winds and rains, and control the currents of seas and rivers. I didn’t think the rumors were true.”

“What are you trying to do, Zeyuan?” Liu Siqian shouted in both shock and anger. “Don’t you know that if you summon the waters of the Hidden Sea, not only will Yulu Mountain be destroyed, but the surrounding thousands of miles will be submerged into a vast ocean, wiping out countless lives with no survivors?”

Zeyuan was unmoved by these words and instead let out a few sudden laughs.

It was more a cry than a laugh, a sound that chilled the bones and pierced the heart with sorrow.

“The Yulu Sect kidnapped my beloved, gouged out his eyes, cut out his tongue, and drained his blood as he lay tied to a stone platform. They tortured him for ten days until he finally died, all because he was a flower spirit’s child. His blood, rich with spiritual power, was valuable for your cultivation.”

“You call yourselves righteous cultivators and look down on us of the demonic realm, but it was you, the celestial sects, who committed such vile and sinister deeds, killing my Wanglan.”

“Today, I will make everyone in the Yulu Sect suffer the pain of having their eyes gouged and tongues cut out, and then I will bury the entire cultivation world as a funeral offering for my beloved.”

Zeyuan gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, filled with a hysterical madness and all-consuming hatred.

“Even if I kill everyone in this world, I still can’t bring back Wanglan. First, I will avenge him, and then I’ll go down to accompany him.”

As soon as his words fell, Zeyuan let out a great shout. The sound of surging water grew louder, like the rumbling of distant thunder. A silver line of water had already appeared on the horizon.

“This is bad!” Liu Siqian’s face turned pale with fear as he tried to summon his sword energy to stop Zeyuan. But the overwhelming force of Zeyuan’s energy bore down on him like a mountain, and he struggled just to remain standing, let alone take any further action.

The others desperately clung to the pillars in the hall to steady themselves, barely managing to speak, “Forget it, we have to leave now, there’s no time.”

Some of the disciples with lower cultivation had already been flung out by the shockwave, tumbling a few times before falling unconscious.

What now? Zeyuan was still concentrating on summoning the sea, his black robe billowing in the wind, though there was none. The silver line of water on the horizon drew closer, and the crashing waves could already be seen. A sense of despair welled up in Liu Siqian’s heart.

“Zeyuan, stop immediately!” A clear, commanding voice came from outside the hall, ringing in everyone’s ears.

With that voice, a streak of silver sword energy shot into the hall from outside, heading straight for Zeyuan.

The sword energy was sharp and pierced through the protective barrier Zeyuan had created, heading directly for his face.

Zeyuan had no choice but to pause his summoning and swing his spear to block the attack.

With a loud “clang,” Zeyuan staggered backward a few steps, planting his spear into the ground. A sharp screech followed as the spear left a long, white mark on the floor.

He barely managed to stabilize himself, half-kneeling.

A figure then descended lightly into the hall—a tall, elegant man in a long, green robe with a dark-patterned belt, his posture graceful and extraordinary.

“Cang Yi Immortal Lord!” Someone cried out in joy and relief.

It was none other than Cang Yi.