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第两千零四十三章 立威

Listening to Liu Ying's words, Kang Xiaoru remained silent for a long time. After nearly a cup of tea’s worth of time had passed, he finally raised his head: "Mistress, your words are correct; I was indeed too focused on the trivial."

"Friend, it is good that you have come to this realization. The honor and disgrace of individuals and sects in this world are not significant matters. Our primary task now is to eliminate the ancient demons that have descended upon the Twelve States of Tianyun. Remember, Senior Lin will not remain here forever; if we cannot properly cooperate with him before he returns to the Spirit Realm, I fear you know what the consequences might be."

"Hmm, I understand. I will take your advice and rest assured, for the ancient demons are our common enemy. Senior Lin saved the Wind Refining Academy from peril, so I certainly won't have any second thoughts," Kang Xiaoru said as he bowed deeply.

"Thank you for your guidance, Mistress Liu,"

"You're welcome," replied Liu Ying with a bow of her own. She couldn’t be too domineering even if she was given the courtesy; she knew well that it’s not uncommon for people to gather and gossip. After exchanging a few more pleasantries, they parted ways and flew towards their accommodations in Linglong Valley.

These two were of such high status that their resting places would naturally not mix with those of ordinary cultivators.

Over three months had passed, but Lin Xuan remained hidden. The excitement of the many cultivators and demons who had come here for the Alliance of Immortals Decree was waning as they grew impatient without seeing him. The rumors about the three major sects putting on a show were rampant, leading to increasing unrest among them.

In one corner outside Linglong Valley, a group of cultivators gathered. It wasn’t just humans who enjoyed gossip; even cultivators could be curious and idle at times.

Two cultivators were arguing heatedly in the middle.

One was around thirty years old, tall and muscular. The other had red ears and green eyes, an unknown demon race.

Both were at the early stage of the Core Formation period.

They argued fiercely over something, each summoning their treasures as a battle seemed imminent.

A flash of light streaked by from afar.

The figure that emerged was a late-stage Condensation Core cultivator. By his attire, he represented one of the three major sects.

"Senior, please hold your ground; we cannot cause chaos here," the condensation core cultivator said.

"What do you think you are? To dare interfere with my affairs?" The tall and muscular cultivator sneered, showing a domineering attitude.

"How can you say such things? Are you not respecting the three major sects?"

The condensation core cultivator’s face turned dark. Despite his lower cultivation level, he represented the mightiest three human sects. It was unreasonable for an early-stage Core Formation cultivator to be so disrespectful.

"Ha! You’re acting like a bully because of your three major sect allies. Have you forgotten that we, who came from afar, are not treated with respect either? The notion of great cultivators at the Profound Origin stage is just a figment of imagination. You leave us here and use vague excuses to stall; do you think we’re fools?"

"Indeed, this friend’s words make sense. Such reasons are too weak," another cultivator agreed.

"The three major sects? What can they do? They can’t treat me like an animal. Today, give a clear explanation or else..."

"Or else we’ll tear down your Pavilion of Joy." The crowd was agitated, with some actively stirring up trouble. Among the eight hundred thousand cultivators, there were surely ancient demons hiding, and if they could incite conflict between outsiders and the three major sects, it would be a laughing matter.

More and more cultivators began cursing loudly as the situation seemed to spiral out of control. Just then, a cold snort was heard.

The voice wasn’t loud but seemed to come from afar, yet it was crystal clear. Every cultivator felt their hearts constrict at that moment.

Discomfort!

Without knowing when, they were drenched in cold sweat.

"..."

All the cultivators looked shocked.

Then, everyone turned to follow the sound as seven figures emerged from Linglong Valley, emitting dazzling light.

The light faded, revealing seven people. Six of them were familiar to all present; although they hadn’t seen them personally, their appearances and mannerisms had been glimpsed through the Jade Vision Scroll.

The Pavilion of Joy’s leader, the Supreme Elders of Wind Refining Academy and Heavenly Horizon Pavilion, these six individuals were figures who could shake the entire Twelve States of Tianyun with a single step. Yet now they bowed their heads submissively, following the lead of someone in front.

The one at the forefront looked ordinary, no more than twenty years old, with an unremarkable appearance. Strangely, there was no aura of spirit energy on him; he seemed like an ordinary mortal.

Yet, everyone felt a strange unease that made them dare not look directly at him.

Could this be...

The great cultivator at the Profound Origin stage that the three major sects had always boasted about?

Everyone’s hearts were filled with doubts. They couldn’t confirm it outright but knew something was amiss.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath, knowing he needed to demonstrate some convincing abilities to command these eight hundred thousand cultivators.

He inhaled deeply and emitted a faint green light. An overwhelming spiritual pressure surged like a tidal wave towards him.

The eight hundred thousand cultivators spread over several kilometers were all enveloped by this spiritual pressure.

Initially, all the cultivators were shocked. This spiritual pressure was as formidable as a tidal wave, something they had never heard of or seen before.

"What does this senior want to do?"

Everyone didn’t have time to think; instead, they wanted to first summon their defensive treasures. However, it was too late. Their movements were swift, but the spiritual pressure’s momentum was even faster. They couldn’t set up defenses in time and were enveloped by it.

It was over!

Lower-ranked cultivators didn’t know what happened, while higher-ranked ones turned pale. But soon, they realized their worries were unnecessary; Lin Xuan only wanted to establish his authority, not harm these cultivators.

The spiritual pressure was terrifying. All those who were affected felt as if they were in a vast ocean, insignificant. Yet, there was no discomfort or distress beyond that.

Relieved!

These cultivators weren’t fools. Although the strength of Profound Origin cultivators could only be described in ancient texts, the effect of such a spiritual pressure couldn’t have been caused by someone at the Separation Stage.

Only an old monster from the Spirit Realm and great cultivators at the Profound Origin stage could make eight hundred thousand cultivators tremble simultaneously.

The spiritual pressure came quickly but retreated just as swiftly. It was enough to establish authority without causing harm.

Silence reigned over a vast area for several minutes before someone finally reacted, bowing deeply towards Lin Xuan.

A great cultivator at the Profound Origin stage, the three major sects didn’t lie; now defeating the ancient demons had hope.

Cheers erupted. There was no need to say more; morale had been boosted.

Lin Xuan’s face showed satisfaction. His planned strategy had succeeded.

No further words were needed.

Turning around, Lin Xuan instructed his six companions: "Divide these cultivators into groups. Three days should be enough. On the third day, we will launch our assault on the ancient demons."

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