Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 572 - 490 Winner’s Reward_2

It seems nobody remembers that he is merely a cultivator at the eighth level of the Return to Void Realm, and though the Hongmeng Purple Qi is powerful, it isn’t inexhaustible.

If it really was possible to subdue this group of Great Demons, who would bother wasting words with them?

"You..."

The remaining group of twelfth-level Return to Void demons seemed to realize something, but by the time they looked up again, a scarred face with a glossy, smooth bald head had appeared before them, shimmering dazzlingly under a dense coverage of golden patterns.

That familiar face, it was undoubtedly the young master.

But the aura emanating from him made them feel utterly alienated; it was the same realm as Wu Rongbao.

"Why aren’t you kneeling to serve me, your master?"

Wu Jun’s voice gently spread, and before his words could settle, he ferociously launched a punch, the golden patterns spreading like a chessboard over the head of that Great Demon.

Crack!

At the moment the head burst, the body of that Great Demon slowly knelt down upon the water’s surface.

The slaughter of the Return to Void Realm by the White Jade Capital Great Demon.

Swift and brutal!

Wu Jun’s somewhat damaged stone body swept rapidly across the sky, reaping their lives.

Bodies of a hundred yards tall, one after another, knelt down, blotting out the sun, like giant statues sinking into the dark red waters, clustering around the lightly fluttering ink robe in the midst.

Within the sea of consciousness in Shen Yi’s brow.

Ke Shisan was utterly dumbstruck, finding it hard to believe that there could be such shameless and fawning creatures in the Aquatic Race!

Even under these circumstances, they didn’t forget to butter up?

"Huh."

Shen Yi adjusted his breathing.

He collected the pile of corpses into the finger ring, then stepped forward and swept across the sky, seizing the nine Mysterious Cords.

Even as Su Hongxiu looked completely worn out, holding the White Jade Sword, though she was unable to exert her cultivation technique, she managed to press Wu Rongbao the entire time, showing no signs that both were of the same realm.

The innate Divine Skills of the Golden Patterned Turtle Demon seemed like tofu in front of that sword, easily and ruthlessly destroyed.

In just a short time, this old turtle was covered in blood and on the brink of losing the ability to fight back.

Just as Su Hongxiu’s killer instinct rose, she stumbled, and then, from behind her, she heard a faint voice.

"Conserve your strength, leave the rest to me." Shen Yi casually pulled off the Mysterious Cords and stored them in the finger ring.

"..."

These words did sound a bit unfamiliar.

Su Hongxiu glanced at the increasingly dissolving White Jade Sword in her hand, and after a moment of silence, she realized that he was only at the Return to Void cultivation level, yet he could see that she was at the end of her tether. Continuing to fight would inevitably impact her foundation.

For a Daozi of the Heavenly Sword Sect, it’s always necessary to stand in front of everyone else, never to show weakness.

But Shen Yi was the Sect Master.

It is reasonable and proper for a Daozi to be looked after by the Sect Master, it shouldn’t be considered disgraceful.

Finally, she halted her movements, her arm hanging limply, as the White Jade Sword in her palm flickered back into a purple light, returning to the gates of Longhan Great City.

"Disciple Hong Xiu, thanks to the Nanyang Sect Master for lending aid."

She nodded slightly and descended rapidly toward her unconscious sister below, shakily pinching her sister’s cheek, leaving a bloody streak with her aged fingertip.

A rare gentle smile appeared on Su Hongxiu’s withered face.

Then she wiped the blood from her sister’s face with her sleeve, sat down cross-legged, and began to resist the backlash of the Rotating Sword Fruit.

"Heh."

Wu Jun moved beside the wounded old turtle, his palms viciously sinking into its shoulder flesh, as the two similarly injured White Jade Capital Great Demons, both from the Jin Stripe Turtle Clan, began to wrestle under the canopy of the sky.

"..."

Wu Rongbao’s eyes were blood-red as he desperately spurred on his golden patterns, only to be mercilessly crushed back.

The bloodline coursing through this stone puppet had far surpassed the limit of the Jin Stripe Turtle Clan.

Creak, creak.

"Will I... become... a Spirit Puppet like you..." Wu Rongbao felt his formidable Demon body slowly cracking, a hint of despair and fear rose in his eyes. He then chuckled mockingly at himself for he was actually conversing with a dead object.

At that moment, however, he heard the stone puppet’s response.

"You wish." Wu Jun smirked as he violently tore apart Wu Rongbao’s body. The bloodline of the turtle clan must definitely be his own, and as for his father, he’d find another way to serve the master.

The next moment, he vanished with the old turtle’s corpse back to Cuiyun Reef, and then disappeared into Shen Yi’s brow.

[Remaining demon lifespan: One hundred ninety-one million and eight thousand years]

Just twelve Great Demons had offered up nearly a million years of demon lifespan.

But compared to demon lifespan, their flesh and Demon Souls themselves were even more precious.

Shen Yi rose and walked over to the other side of Cuiyun Reef. As he prepared to leave with the Mysterious Sword shining with black light, he heard Su Hongxiu’s murmur from behind.

"Heal your wounds first, there’s no need to worry about other things."

"Hm?" Shen Yi glanced back.

"A Daozi can be willful and reckless, as long as they win, it’s fine." Su Hongxiu opened her eyes, which she rarely did to explain anything to others.

"What if they lose?" Shen Yi seemed to understand something.

"If they lose, another Daozi will take the place."

Su Hongxiu’s response was exceedingly blunt, yet in doing so, she indirectly explained what it meant to be a Daozi of a Sect.

To inherit the Union Dao sacred land, one must be willing to bear the lives of the beings within it.

This isn’t nurturing an heir, playing house, or raising a child.

Even secular Emperors can ascend to the throne and gradually learn how to be the sovereign, but for a Daozi of the Immortal Sect, it’s different. The moment they merge with the Dao, the life and death of the entire Sect hinge upon that single person, with no room for regret.

A Daozi can make any decision as long as they can win and they cannot afford to lose even once.