The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 1122 - 609_4

Another grand transformation? This man is handsome and dignified like a deity; though these people don’t recognize him, they recognize the fiery red longsword he holds — the Nanming Lihuo Sword. Just now didn’t this sword disappear with a young lady? How is it now in this man’s hands?

Before they could exchange glances, Changtian’s gaze swept over them, and he asked: "Where is Bian Jingshan? Where is Jin Wuhuan?"

His voice was like a cold wind in December, causing the hearts of those he looked at to beat like war drums, so much so that they couldn’t help but bend their knees, unable to stop themselves from reaching out to support the wall to avoid kneeling. The place was silent for a moment; nobody dared to ask "Who are you", nor did anyone have the slightest thought of resisting. Only a small voice timidly answered: "The elders are in a joint meeting, they should be discussing the strategy for today’s events." Seeing Changtian’s golden eyes turn towards him, he felt the pressure on his body increase immensely, and quickly swallowed his saliva, "Sect Leader Jin, we don’t know. Just now all the guests here were wearing masks, except, except..." except the lady nailed to the wall. He couldn’t continue as he stared at the sword in the other’s hand.

Changtian did not speak, he just turned to look at the wall behind him. The Star-picking Tower is a magic artifact with self-healing abilities, but the stab marks left by the Dragon Piercer on the wall would not disappear immediately. He extended his hand to brush over the marks and the light bloodstains on the wall, closed his eyes slightly and stood for a moment, then strode out.

When everyone saw he intended to leave, they all let out a huge breath, finally feeling their legs tremble. Who knew he would stop after taking four steps, turn around, and coldly say: "That’s not right!" With a wave of his hand, a thin man was picked up from the crowd and dropped at Changtian’s feet.

"When you heard the name ’Jin Wuhuan’, you held your breath, and your heartbeat was fast and weak." He looked down at the man, "Tell me his whereabouts, and I will grant you a swift death." Ning Xiaoxian had disappeared without a trace, Jin Wuhuan would not rest peacefully, and would certainly have someone keeping watch. In his mind, the woman was already on the brink of death, and as soon as she appeared, anyone could keep an eye on her.

Being locked by Changtian’s sharp aura, the man shook uncontrollably like a sieve, unable to speak a word for a long time, until Changtian stepped on his chest, forcing him to open his mouth...

...

The thirteenth floor of Bai Yujing.

She always mumbled that thirteen was an unlucky number. If she knew the elders’ meeting was set on the thirteenth floor, would she not mock it? With this thought, Changtian’s mouth slightly curled up, and then the pain in his chest intensified.

The elders’ meeting was in furious dispute. The day’s events had seriously tarnished the reputation of Heavenly Residence, and the casualties on the seventh floor were too many. Everyone could imagine how many Immortal sects and Demon sects would come knocking for explanations and reparations in the next three months. In such circumstances, those who insisted the auction continue and those who demanded it stop immediately were equally matched.

Elder Quan glanced at the newly seated members today, cleared his throat, and reminded: "Fellow elders, Sect Leader Jin is still here." Quarreling in front of outsiders so cheerfully, these elders had been indulging in comfort for too long.

Earlier, on the seventh floor, although Jin Wuhuan did not remove his mask, the Purple Ying and Green Rope Sword he carried was too conspicuous. How could Heavenly Residence not recognize him? As soon as the incident ended, as one of the troublemakers, Jin Wuhuan was immediately invited here for tea. Even a powerful dragon does not suppress a local tyrant; he too was helpless at the time, leaving his trusted aides on the seventh floor to keep watch for news on Ning Xiaoxian, while he followed the elders upstairs.

He was also a perpetrator who ruined the Bai Yujing auction, and although Heavenly Residence had significantly reduced its impression of him, it was essentially a chamber of commerce, with Jishi Building’s influence seeping into it. Since things had reached this point, the next step was to figure out how to minimize losses. Heavenly Residence hoped to gain more advantages in future buy-sell transactions with Jishi Building, but Jin Wuhuan was hardly willing to yield an inch. After a long stalemate, both sides finally took a step back and reached an agreement.

At that moment, the door to the secret chamber of the elders’ meeting crashed open, and a man with a sword walked in unhurriedly, bringing an icy chill into the room.

The temperature in the warm secret chamber instantly dropped by over ten degrees.

An elder angrily asked: "Who are you, how dare you intrude... here?" His voice paused because he, like everyone else, saw the man holding the Nanming Lihuo Sword. They were not like the uninformed servants on the seventh floor; the Nanming Lihuo Sword was famously proud. The small-statured person destined for the divine sword appearance wasn’t the man before them; how could it be so obediently held in his hand?

The man stood there casually, yet the aura of the entire secret chamber was drawn by him. Everyone present felt as if they stood in a storm, while the black-robed man manipulates the eye of the storm, seemingly capable of stirring wind and clouds with a mere wave of his hand, changing the face of the world.

Such undisputed power made everyone inadvertently have the urge to submit.

Changtian’s phoenix eyes swept across the room, immediately locking onto Jin Wuhuan. Although he had not dealt with this man before, he recognized him in the scenes shown by the Demon Eye; it was he who had injured Ning Xiaoxian.

He crooked a finger at Jin Wuhuan, his voice cold as a whistling wind, and proud as a snow-capped mountain:

"Come over to meet your death."

Jin Wuhuan had been staring intently at the Nanming Lihuo Sword in his hand. Upon hearing this, he was furiously enraged. He had commanded Jishi Building for hundreds of years, accustomed to a high position, how could he have ever been so dismissed? Yet, within his Divine Thought, this man’s cultivation was unfathomably deep, akin to a serene sea with countless turbulent undercurrents.

His eyes, honed through centuries of experience, told him he was no match for this person.

Yet the apex experts of the Southern Continent, he had either seen or heard of them, and certainly not encountered such an individual as the one before him.

So, he surprisingly swallowed his pride and prudently said: "Who exactly are you, to speak so rudely. I believe I have not offended you..." Others could hear the hint of conciliation in his words.

Before he could finish, Changtian had already frowned and said: "You injured Ning Xiaoxian, that’s your path to death! Her demise is partly your doing."

Jin Wuhuan exclaimed in shock: "She, she’s truly dead?" Although he had known the woman was ninety percent unlikely to survive, he was unwilling to accept her death without uncovering the murderer of his daughter’s killer!

Changtian expressionlessly stated: "Indeed. The Road to the Netherworld is desolate; she has always been timid and has been there alone long enough. You should hurry to accompany her." In his heart, the giant beast named vengeance stretched its tusks, roaring for the solace of blood. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)