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Chapter 852 - 709: The Disciple’s Sins Are Heavy, Wishing to Self-Seal in the Demon Suppressing Tower_2

Chapter 852: Chapter 709: The Disciple’s Sins Are Heavy, Wishing to Self-Seal in the Demon Suppressing Tower_2

Jiang Mingda was actually at the Primordial Spirit cultivation level, but he was blessed with the might and aid of a Tribulation Crossing refined corpse.

Jiang Mingda trembled and said, "Disciple... Disciple and Senior Brother Kuang have killed many from the Heterodox Dao and Demon Path to refine corpses, but we dared not eat humans, strictly abiding by the Hidden Faction’s ironclad rules. Aside from..."

Jiang Mingda raised his head to glance at Li Zhengfang and his group once before continuing, "Aside from looking on idly at their mock battles, and occasionally stealing some corpse resources while standing by, I have till now faithfully kept to my duties."

"Since that is the case, you may return to the Sect on your own for now. After this seat has looked into your affairs over these years, a decision will be made." Wang Zijia said indifferently.

"Obey the decree!"

"Obey the decree!"

The two made their obeisances, then disappeared without a trace.

...

At the side, a group of Tribulation Crossing cultivators from the Spirit Suppressing Realm watched as two cultivators enveloped in towering Demonic Flames faced Wang Zijia with fear and trepidation until their disappearance. It was then that Wang Zijia turned back to look at them.

It seemed they had only then realized that this person was no longer the legendary Red Sun God Monarch of the Nine Tribulations, but an Immortal with two Immortal Venerates as his attendants.

"Greetings to the Red Sun Immortal Venerable!" The first to come back to his senses was Du Yudao from Wentian Pavilion.

"Greetings to the Red Sun Immortal Venerable!"

"..."

Following his greeting, everyone collectively came to their senses and made obeisance to Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia resumed a smiling expression and waved his hand, saying, "I haven’t become an Immortal yet, there’s no need for such formality."

The faces of a few people slightly relaxed, but no one dared to be negligent, still maintaining respect.

"Now that the matter has concluded, why not return to Wanyu first to clean the dust off and welcome Junior Brother Wang?" Zhang Decheng, as the person closest to Wang Zijia among them, spoke up.

Wang Zijia looked down and asked, "What about these disciples?"

"No need to mind them. After seven years of training, they know what to do and will soon hasten back to the Sect." Li Zhengfang spoke casually, saying, "Let’s go, we’ll return to the Sect to clean the dust off for you. It has been seven years after all..."

Wang Zijia smiled and nodded, saying, "Then let’s take my magic-driven chariot back!"

"Good!" Zhang Decheng smiled brilliantly.

At those words, Wang Zijia smiled and led the way.

Zhang Decheng and Li Zhengfang immediately followed, while the remaining few Tribulation Crossing cultivators exchanged glances, ultimately choosing to follow as well.

...

Boarding the magic-driven chariot akin to an Immortal Palace, everyone felt a bit awkward.

Not only because the chariot was somewhat extravagant, but also because it was surrounded by a crowd of Tribulation Crossers and Turbid Immortals who were as respectful as a ceremonial guard, making everyone extremely uncomfortable.

Wang Zijia asked his disciples to first take care of Du Yudao and the others, while he went to catch up with Zhang Decheng and Li Zhengfang.

"Is Elder Ding presiding at home?" Wang Zijia asked.

Upon hearing this, the two lapsed into a period of silence.

’With this reaction, could it be that Ding Haiping died back then?’

As this thought flashed through Wang Zijia’s mind, Zhang Decheng and Li Zhengfang exchanged a look, and finally Zhang Decheng began to speak:

"Seven years ago, in the battle at the Delta, aside from you, Junior Brother, out of the seven of us, four were injured, two died, and one went missing."

"Among them, Li Jiantao, the Deputy Prefect of Daqian, and Wenren Shouqing from the Flying Immortal who was the only one to arrive, both died in battle. Li Shenghui, the Prefect of Daqian, and I, along with the two from Wentian Pavilion, suffered different degrees of injury."

"We returned to the Sect to recuperate for two years before we could barely move."

"However, the Head Teacher had been missing for over five years until just this year he dragged his crippled body back to the Sect. But we don’t know what he went through in the Void, his condition is extremely poor, and we even had to seal him up; he has been in slumber ever since."

"The Dean of the Pill Institute, Ming Ling, said that it’s very difficult for him to wake up."

"..."

As Zhang Decheng spoke, Wang Zijia gradually came to understand the events after his departure.

Nevertheless, after learning the specifics of their conditions, Wang Zijia was quite astonished.

He wasn’t surprised by the death, as the situation back then was such that if Yun Lai hadn’t suddenly made a move, it’s likely they all would have faced demise.

Latterly, the seven of them also entered the Void to varying extents.

What surprised Wang Zijia was that among the Daqian group, it wasn’t his friend who was nearing his end, the elderly Li Shenghui, but the middle-aged Li Jiantao who had died, and even the Flying Immortal’s Wenren Shouqing, whose combat strength should have been at the forefront among them, had perished as well.

Meanwhile, both individuals from Wentian Pavilion had survived without experiencing much injury.

Thus, with such comings and goings, all four families openly had only two who had crossed tribulation.

After this series of events, Wentian Pavilion had, over the years, risen to be on par with the Three Sects, showing a trend of further ascent.

It must be said, truly worthy of being a sect of Calculation Cultivators!

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"How about the situation in the sect?" After a while, Wang Zijia changed the topic again.

"The changes in the sect are significant!" Zhang Decheng and Li Zhengfang both subconsciously glanced at Ice Frost and Lei Ting by Wang Zijia’s side before continuing:

"The other veins are nothing special, but your Jade Talisman vein, junior brother, has experienced earth-shattering changes over these seven years."

"Especially the several thousand Perfected and over a thousand pseudo-infants who ascended from Qinglian World, they are all prodigies with astonishing talent."

"Taking advantage of these seven years of training troops, several hundred pseudo-infants have become official Infant Gods, nearly doubling the core strength of the sect, giving our sect the momentum to become the leader in the Spirit Suppressing Realm."

"Apart from that, your subordinate sect, the Demon Suppression Sect under the Jade Talisman vein, has been using those Mysterious Paper Persons you left behind to transport mortals all over."

"The captured Demon Path forces have not been spared either, and now, throughout the Spirit Suppressing Realm, there are disciples of the Demon Suppression School everywhere, erecting Longevity Tablets for you."

"In the past few years, the other Three Sects have been somewhat displeased with us, saying that we have been expanding unruly in the name of our subordinate sect······"

As Zhang Decheng spoke, the situation in various places gradually came to light, and Wang Zijia’s suspended heart also gradually relaxed.

His various arrangements had not been affected by his departure, and with the help of the human skin paper men, they were proceeding as normal, which put his mind at ease.

This would save him a great deal of effort.

After all, these were his rituals, the anchor points after he became immortal, the entanglements of the Tao and reason within the Immortal Dao Fruit Position with this world!

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The three chatted intermittently, with mostly Wang Zijia and Zhang Decheng speaking, while Li Zhengfang listened on the side.

After reminiscing for a while and roughly understanding the situation, the three of them casually chatted with a few other Tribulation Crossing Cultivators.

The magic-driven carriage sped through the air like lightning for most of a day before finally returning to the Wanyu Sect.

As the magic-driven carriage slowly came to a halt, Wang Zijia glanced at the large expanse of city clusters below, feeling slightly absent-minded.

He had been cultivating for more than twelve years; setting aside the five years he spent in slumber, there were only seven years in total.

Of those, he had spent a good five years here in this very sect.

Therefore, this place had given him quite a few memories.

His entire period of frailty was spent mingling here, leaving him with too many memories.

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As Cloud End Immortal Palace slowly approached Qifeng, the Protecting Sect Array of its own accord opened up, and Wanyu disciples uniformly looked up at the sky, towards the Immortal Shelf that resembled an Immortal Court.

Because the news had been spread for half a day, the disciples were not panicked; instead, they felt immense anticipation and yearning.

As the Immortal Shelf neared Qifeng, disciples from the Etiquette Institute, accompanied by a large group of God Monarchs, flew up into the sky together.

"Warmly welcome Red Sun Immortal Venerable’s return to the Clan!"

Following a few greetings, the next moment.

"Warmly welcome Red Sun Immortal Venerable’s return to the Clan!"

A thunderous congratulation, echoing throughout the entirety of Wanyu, as if the people of an entire continent were welcoming him at that moment. The sound resonated continuously, grand and inspirational, setting everyone’s hearts racing.

Wang Zijia snapped back to reality, stood on the Immortal Shelf, his Dharma Idol revealed, with a gentle smile, looked at the myriad disciples below, and said, "Greetings to all!"

"Greetings to all!"

"Greetings to all······"

The voices spread unceasingly, further exciting the crowd.

Especially the newer generation who had practically grown up on the legends of Wang Zijia, with faces flushed and full of longing, excited and agitated.

"Don’t just stand there, let’s go, don’t let the other Fellow Daoists laugh at us," said Wang Zijia to the disciples below, paying them no further attention, without the slightest hint of unfamiliarity, and very skillfully said to the disciples from the Etiquette Institute.

"Red Sun Immortal Venerate is too modest!"

"Indeed, Ancestor, we couldn’t be happier!"

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