nyslfriends Chapter 1952 Chain Reaction, War Between Two Races!
Chapter 1952 Chain Reaction, War Between Two Races!
Zhenhai City!
Enveloped in mist and shrouded in spiritual energy, the city, the foundation of the Immortal Cultivator Association, exudes an aura of majesty and solemnity.
It resembles an ancient, dormant immortal sword.
In the heart of the city, deep within the headquarters of the Cultivator Association, stands an ancient palace entirely constructed of dark black spirit jade.
The beams and pillars inside the hall are carved with dragons and phoenixes, and every line contains an obscure Taoist charm.
The air was filled with a faint sandalwood scent and a rich spiritual energy, which was refreshing and invigorating.
On the high throne, Cheng Buzheng's aura was as deep as an abyss, seemingly ordinary, yet concealing a chilling pressure.
He lowered his gaze to the Golden Core cultivators standing bowed below, a faint hint of surprise flashing in his deep eyes.
He then spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet carrying a penetrating power that echoed gently in the empty hall:
"You're saying that the Immortal Merging Sect's rebellious cultivators are requesting an audience with this guild leader?"
Obviously,
Cheng Buzheng was also somewhat surprised by this.
He tapped the armrest of the throne lightly with his fingertips, the black jade clashing together to produce a crisp sound, each sound like a tap on the heart.
He frowned slightly, thinking to himself:
The Rongshen Immortal Sect was once a top sect with a profound foundation and numerous powerful members. It has always been arrogant, so why would it be so decisive?
According to his previous prediction, it would take at least some time before these powerful figures from the sects who once stood at the pinnacle of the cultivation world would let go of their inherent pride and arrogance.
Either they were chased to the brink of despair by the semi-saint squad they themselves had dispatched, forcing them into their hiding place.
Only when they watch helplessly as their sect's lineage is on the verge of extinction and have nowhere else to turn will they completely resign themselves to their fate and submit to the Cultivator Association.
now!
In the center of the main hall, the Golden Core deacon, dressed in a standard ceremonial robe and with a jade belt around his waist, stood respectfully, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent. Upon hearing this, he immediately bowed and replied.
The voice was clear and humble, as if afraid of displeasing the chairman:
"Reporting to the Chairman!"
The subordinate was quite surprised when he received the report and did not dare to delay for a moment, so he came to report immediately.
The cultivators from the Rong Shen Xian Sect are now waiting outside the headquarters, not daring to trespass.
In addition, the Nascent Soul True Monarchs of the Conquest Hall stationed at headquarters have been secretly keeping a close watch on that person, maintaining a tight security perimeter.
We will not allow him any chance to escape.
Upon hearing this,
Cheng Buzheng nodded slightly, the surprise in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a look of understanding.
He slowly raised his eyes, gazing towards the direction where the clouds and mist swirled outside the palace, and he had already understood—
If he were in the same situation as the Immortal Fusion Sect, he would make the same choice.
The Rong Shen Xian Sect is now leaderless, and its direct disciples are imprisoned. Only when he personally nods and makes a promise will all the cultivators of the Rong Shen Xian Sect dare to lower their guard and accept the investigation by the Cultivator Association.
After all, the world of cultivation is full of unpredictable people, so it's always better to be cautious.
Moreover, this action concerns the life and death of all the direct descendants of the Immortal Fusion Sect.
This concerns the continuation of the sect's lineage; there is no room for complacency.
There is no room for the slightest mistake.
at the same time,
As Cheng Buzheng sat on the throne, the image of infiltrating the Rongshen Immortal Sect years ago involuntarily surfaced in his mind!
Thinking of this,
A thought flickered in his mind. After a moment's hesitation, the tapping of his fingers gradually ceased. He then waved his hand, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable command:
"Bring this envoy from the Immortal Fusion Sect here!"
"Yes!"
The Golden Core steward bowed deeply, clasping his hands in a respectful gesture, his tone utterly deferential.
He then turned around and slowly walked out of the main hall.
Soon,
A series of steady footsteps came from outside the hall, growing louder as they approached.
A Nascent Soul cultivator dressed in a plain-colored Daoist robe slowly stepped into the majestic palace, guided by the Golden Core steward.
He was tall and straight, with a lean face and a hint of weariness between his brows, yet he still exuded the aura of a Nascent Soul True Monarch, though his aura was somewhat restrained.
It was clearly a deliberate suppression; they dared not be presumptuous in front of Cheng Buzheng.
Seated on the high throne, Cheng Buzheng raised his eyes, glanced indifferently at the Golden Core cultivator beside him, and said calmly:
"You go back first!"
"Yes!"
The Golden Core steward bowed again, then quickly left the palace and gently closed the door.
As the palace doors slowly closed...
The hall fell into a deathly silence, with only the sound of their breathing clearly audible.
The air seemed to freeze, and an invisible pressure gradually spread out, enveloping the Nascent Soul True Monarch of the Fusion Immortal Sect.
Immediately,
Cheng Buzheng's gaze fell upon the Nascent Soul True Monarch of the Fusion Immortal Sect before him, his eyes as indifferent as ice.
His tone carried a hint of sarcasm and authority:
"You've got some nerve!"
"As a traitorous rebel whom this association is relentlessly pursuing, how dare you come alone to see me? Aren't you afraid that in my wrath, I will kill you on the spot and annihilate your soul?"
As they were speaking,
Cheng Buzheng's aura suddenly erupted, and a vast pressure swept out like a tsunami, spreading from his body and instantly filling every inch of the palace.
The oppressive aura was heavy and terrifying, making one's heart tremble.
It seemed as if it would crush the entire hall, making people's hearts tremble with fear.
For a time,
The Nascent Soul True Monarch of the Fusion Immortal Sect's expression changed drastically, his body stiffening as he felt an immense force pressing down on him from all directions, making it hard to breathe.
Fine beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on his temples and forehead, slowly sliding down his cheeks and soaking the plain-colored Taoist robe on his chest.
His face turned extremely pale, devoid of any color, and his body trembled slightly, swaying precariously.
It seemed as if they would be crushed by this oppressive force at any moment and fall heavily to the ground.
however,
The cultivator entrusted with this important task by the Rongshen Immortal Sect, who came as an envoy to seek an audience with Cheng Buzheng, was naturally not a timid or cowardly person.
He is not a coward who fears death.
He came here having already disregarded life and death, with only one thought in his mind—
To seek a glimmer of hope for the sect
He sought a way out for his disciples.
He endured the immense pressure around him, gritted his teeth, and slowly straightened his back. Even though his body was still trembling, his eyes remained firm as he bowed to Cheng Buzheng on the high platform.
His voice was slightly hoarse, yet still clear and sincere:
"I beg your forgiveness, senior, and ask for a chance to explain!"
Give all the innocent disciples of the Rong Shen Immortal Sect a chance.
"Say!"
Cheng Buzheng's tone remained indifferent, but the oppressive aura emanating from him subsided slightly.
They clearly wanted to hear his side of the story.
see,
The Nascent Soul cultivator from the Immortal Fusion Sect dared not waste a moment. He quickly composed himself, and with an extremely sincere expression, spoke his heart out:
"senior!
Previously, several elders of our sect acted foolishly, launching a surprise attack on the Cultivator Association, causing immense losses to the association and the deaths of countless fellow cultivators.
They ultimately perished at the hands of the chairman, which was their just deserts, and the younger generation has no complaints.
Although the calamities suffered by countless cultivators in the Immortal City were not directly caused by our sect, we cannot escape blame.
They bear an undeniable secondary responsibility—
"If our elders hadn't launched a surprise attack on the association, the mysterious evil cultivator who appeared at the end wouldn't have had the opportunity to ambush you, Master."
He paused, took a deep breath, and continued:
"But I dare to guarantee with my life that the vast majority of cultivators in our sect are unaware of the schemes of our elders."
They did not participate in it.
"If the guild master doesn't believe me, he is free to search my soul; I will not hide anything!"
Upon hearing this,
Cheng Buzheng's lips curled into a cold smile, his tone laced with sarcasm:
"So, it seems I, the guild master, have wronged you, implicated the innocent, and shouldn't have treated you as heretics?"
The Nascent Soul True Monarch from the Fusion Immortal Sect slowly shook his head, his expression remaining sincere, without the slightest intention to argue. Instead, he frankly stated:
"You flatter me, senior."
As cultivators of a sect, we are born to enjoy all the benefits provided by the sect—
Elixirs, cultivation resources, and sect protection
Since they have enjoyed this glory, they must also bear the responsibility brought about by their elders.
Therefore, the juniors have no objection whatsoever to the guild leader's treatment of the sect's cultivators as heretics.
And she never uttered a single complaint.
Upon hearing this,
A deep look of surprise flashed across Cheng Buzheng's eyes.
Having lived two lives, he had seen countless sycophants and those who distorted the truth, but he had never met such a reasonable and responsible cultivator.
He clearly had the opportunity to defend himself and his sect, and he could have tried to mitigate his punishment.
Yet, she accepted everything with equanimity.
No shirking responsibility, no making excuses.
Moreover, Cheng Buzheng, with his exceptional cultivation, had long since developed discerning eyes. He could clearly sense that the other party was not just making empty promises.
It's not just empty talk or hypocritical words.
Every word I spoke came from the bottom of my heart.
It is true composure and responsibility.
this moment,
Cheng Buzheng felt a growing sense of goodwill towards this Nascent Soul True Monarch from the Fusion Immortal Sect, and completely suppressed his oppressive aura.
His tone softened somewhat.
Then,
The Nascent Soul True Monarch from the Fusion Immortal Sect continued:
"In particular, the sect leader is compassionate and has ordered the pardoning of all responsibilities of the junior Qi Refining cultivators of our sect, allowing them to preserve their lives and continue their cultivation."
I am deeply grateful for this kindness.
The entire Rongshen Immortal Sect remembers this.
Therefore, I have come here today on behalf of the entire Rongshen Immortal Sect, and I voluntarily accept all the scrutiny of the Cultivator Association without uttering a single complaint.
At the same time, on behalf of the sect's Supreme Elder, this junior is willing to offer all the sect's resources to the Immortal Merging Sect, handing them over to the Cultivator Association for disposal, in order to contribute to the cultivators fighting against the human race on the front lines.
This can be considered as mitigating some of the sect's sins.
After saying that,
He bowed deeply to Cheng Buzheng on the high platform, his body bowed extremely low, his attitude respectful and devout.
Without the slightest arrogance or resentment,
Only with full sincerity and earnest pleas.
see,
Cheng Buzheng spoke calmly, his tone much gentler:
Get up!
Since the guild leader has ordered the pardon of those junior Qi Refining cultivators, he will naturally not go back on his word.
We will not make things difficult for those of you who have truly repented.
immediately,
With a slight turn of his wrist, a golden light flashed, and a decree, entirely gilded and engraved with intricate runes, appeared out of thin air in his palm.
The decree was imbued with a rich Daoist aura and majesty; it was the exclusive decree of the Cultivator Association president, representing his supreme will.
Cheng Buzheng waved his hand, and the decree transformed into a stream of light, slowly floating in front of the Nascent Soul True Monarch, radiating a warm golden light.
"With the Chairman's decree in place, you can rest assured."
Take it back with you, so that the cultivators of the Merging Immortal Sect can accept the investigation with peace of mind. From now on, no one will dare to make things difficult for you.
No one will dare to make things difficult for you again in the name of being a heretic.
"Sin Cultivator thanks the Guild Master for his kindness!"
A look of wild joy and gratitude flashed in the eyes of the Nascent Soul True Monarch. He quickly bowed deeply again, his voice choked with emotion.
His tone was full of relief at surviving the ordeal and gratitude towards Cheng Buzheng.
"Alright! Get out of here!"
"Make proper arrangements for the sect's cultivators to undergo investigation, and prevent any further mistakes."
Cheng Buzheng waved his hand, his tone returning to its usual calm.
"Yes! This junior will take his leave!"
The Nascent Soul True Lord bowed again, carefully put away the decree, kept it close to his body, then turned around and left the hall with light but still respectful steps.
Seated on the throne, Cheng Buzheng watched his retreating figure disappear outside the palace gates, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.
His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne again, and he murmured to himself:
"Once there is one, there will be two. The Rong Shenxian Sect has set this precedent. It is estimated that before long, other sects listed as rebellious cultivators will also come to 'apologize'."
It seems there won't be any peace and quiet for a while.
As expected, Cheng Buzheng's guess was correct.
Half a day later...
Another Nascent Soul cultivator, dressed in the robes of his sect, arrived alone at the headquarters of the Cultivator Association to plead guilty on behalf of his sect, voluntarily accepting investigation and offering up the sect's resources.
For the next two weeks, such scenes played out repeatedly at the headquarters of the Monks' Association.
More than a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators from the Reverse Cultivation Sect came one after another to seek an audience with Cheng Buzheng, their attitudes respectful and full of sincerity.
They all expressed their willingness to accept investigation, offer up their sect's resources, and contribute to the human cultivators on the front lines in order to mitigate their sect's guilt.
Regarding this!
Cheng Buzheng agreed to all of them, issued a decree, pardoned the younger generation of various sects, and appeased the people.
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Inland sea!
Unlike the solemn and peaceful atmosphere of Zhenhai City...
On the inland sea, however, was a scene of bloodshed and endless war.
Amidst a vast expanse of sea, a deafening roar of battle erupted, echoing through the heavens.
Amidst the roars of cultivators, the howls of demonic beasts, and the booming of spells,
The earthquake caused the seawater to surge and the waves to rise high.
Even the sky seemed to be stained blood.
"kill!"
"Kill all these treacherous demons!"
Protect the islands, protect our home!
Angry roars rose and fell, piercing through the clamor of the battle and echoing for a long time over the sea.
Following the sound...
On the endless sea, countless monsters, like a tide, were continuously converging on an island shimmering with multicolored light.
The monsters were of various shapes and sizes; some were baring their fangs and claws, and their bodies were covered with hard scales.
Some spread their wings and soared into the sky, spewing flames and venom from their mouths;
Some were enormous, each step creating huge waves and exuding a chilling, menacing aura.
They were a massive army of demonic beasts from the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan Alliance, coming with overwhelming force, determined to breach the island defended by the human race.
The island was shrouded in a thick, multicolored array!
Above the array...
Runes flowed, their light dazzling.
Amidst the swirling, multicolored light, countless attacks from demonic beasts were firmly blocked, preventing them from advancing an inch.
...(End of this chapter)