Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 603 - 603 622 Scheming to Reach the Heavens Fourth Update

603: Chapter 622: Scheming to Reach the Heavens (Fourth Update) 603: Chapter 622: Scheming to Reach the Heavens (Fourth Update) “Success?”

Gazing at Ye Xuan, who had successfully stepped into the Daluo Nine Layer Heaven, even the Heavenly Sect Master, who was one of The Three Pure Ones Saints, was utterly astonished, his eyes reflecting a look of shock.

How long had it been?

The Heavenly Sect Master couldn’t remember anymore!

He faintly recalled that when he had yet to become a Saint, he was just a Daluo Golden Immortal.

But it had taken him tens of millions of years of cultivation to step into the Quasi-Saint Realm.

Just as the Heavenly Sect Master was engulfed in shock, an odd sensation blossomed in the depths of his heart, promptly snapping him out of it, as he vehemently turned to look at Ye Xuan.

“How audacious!”

The Heavenly Sect Master suddenly bellowed in fury, a terrifying killing intent emerging in his eyes, for he finally realized that a portion of his own cultivation was lost, and that missing piece had been devoured by Ye Xuan.

“Daring to plot against me, you’ve got some nerve.”

When a Saint rages, all things face extinction; it was not an empty threat.

However, the Heavenly Sect Master could have never imagined that Ye Xuan would be so bold.

Using who knows what secret technique or divine skill, Ye Xuan had actually devoured a part of his cultivation as a Saint, which he only now discovered.

Buzz!

With a shift in time and space, Heaven and Earth distorted, the Heavenly Sect Master’s face was furious yet icy as a streak of Chaos Light blossomed in his palm and struck down towards Ye Xuan as if to obliterate him in the next moment.

Whistle!

Suddenly, time seemed to freeze, and the Chaos Light began to fade.

The palm strike of the Heavenly Sect Master ultimately did not land, but his expression fluctuated unpredictably, his gaze towards Ye Xuan exceedingly complex.

“Well played, you reckless lad, to even dare plot against a Saint,” the Heavenly Sect Master said in a chilling voice.

“Today, I, the Sect Hierarch, shall see how far you can grow after devouring a portion of my cultivation.”

At this moment!

Ye Xuan was seated cross-legged in the void, his flesh plump and his physical body shining like a vajra forged from glaze.

His Undying Primordial Spirit within the Sea of Consciousness expanded further, and the aura around him surged wildly.

From the early stages of the Daluo Nine Layer Heaven, to the middle, and then to the late stages, with the Heavenly Sect Master’s sliver of cultivation, Ye Xuan directly boosted his own cultivation to the Daluo Peak, just one step away from entering the Quasi-Saint Realm.

Spurt!

A mouthful of fresh blood erupted forth, and the surrounding Daluo Immortal Light suddenly shattered.

The aura as vast as the sky and as formidable as the earth disappeared without a trace, and his figure plummeted from the void, brutally crashing onto the ground.

“Heh heh!”

Suddenly, the Heavenly Sect Master strode forward, a smirk of mockery curling at the corner of his mouth, his eyes conveying a hint of scorn as he looked at Ye Xuan.

“I must admit, you are indeed full of schemes, daring to plot against a Saint, and harboring the boundless ambition to break into the Quasi-Saint Realm in one fell swoop.”

The Heavenly Sect Master’s smile had faded, his eyes exceptionally deep as he continued, “But you are greatly underestimating the Quasi-Saints.

If one could enter the Quasi-Saint Realm merely by increasing one’s cultivation, how many Quasi-Saints would there have been since the beginning of Heaven and Earth?”

Huff—Huff—Huff.

Ye Xuan slowly rose from the ground, wiping the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, gasping with extremely labored breaths.

Disappointment flickered in his eyes, and he became silent and solemn.

Indeed, as the Heavenly Sect Master had said, if the position of a Quasi-Saint could be achieved simply through growth in cultivation, the title of Quasi-Saint would be far too cheap.

One must realize that Quasi-Saints and Immortals are of two different levels of life, which is the so-called difference between Immortal Saints.

To break through to the Quasi-Saint Realm is not just a reflection of one’s cultivation, but also an elevation of the soul.

The Western Buddha Duobao Tathagata, the Peacock King Kong Xuan, as well as the fierce and unrivaled Peng Demon, and even the so-called Southern Immortal and the Underworld’s Ghost Emperor, they all lived endless eras, yet they are but at the Daluo Peak, fundamentally unable to step into the Quasi-Saint Realm.

Their cultivation was already sufficient; what they lacked was the elevation of the soul.

Only by integrating spirit and flesh, transcending the life level of an Immortal, could one transform the Primordial Spirit into a point of True Spirit and achieve the body of a Quasi-Saint.

Only at this moment did Ye Xuan finally understand.

Even though he had recklessly absorbed a portion of the Heavenly Sect Master’s cultivation, instantly advancing to the Daluo Peak, the path to becoming a Quasi-Saint was still long and arduous for him.

“Thank you for your teachings, Master.”

Ye Xuan gave a cupped-fist salute, without mentioning the absorption of a portion of the Sect Master’s cultivation.

While Ye Xuan did not bring it up, how could the Heavenly Sect Master let him off so easily?

One must know, for endless time, no one had dared to scheme against Saints.

Today, Ye Xuan dared to scheme against the Heavenly Sect Master, which is in itself a great disrespect to Saints.

Even if the Sect Master beat him until his soul scattered, it would not be an exaggeration.

“To scheme against a Saint is a sin deserving a thousand deaths—are you not afraid?”

The Heavenly Sect Master spoke coldly, Chaos Light emanating all around him, a terrifyingly dreadful Saintly might overwhelming Ye Xuan like an encroaching tide from the heavens, causing a slight change in his expression, but he did not show any signs of panic.

“You won’t kill me, for if I were to die, how would you settle the scores with those four Great Saints of the past?” After a good ten breaths had passed, Ye Xuan spoke deeply, directly meeting the Heavenly Sect Master’s gaze, his eyes showing a hint of profundity.

Ye Xuan’s thoughts were simple.

Since the Heavenly Sect Master had helped him so much, he owed the Master a great debt of gratitude.

When he became a Saint in the future, he would surely repay this favor.

Moreover, Ye Xuan was quite certain that no matter how angry the Heavenly Sect Master became, his life was not in jeopardy.

This was precisely why he dared to scheme against the Heavenly Sect Master; otherwise, had it been any other Saint, Ye Xuan would not have dared to act thusly.

“Ye Xuan, you are very clever, knowing that I will not kill you.

But I hope you remember that if you cannot become a Saint in the future, today’s events will be the path to your demise.”

The Heavenly Sect Master spoke calmly, not as a jest, for if Ye Xuan failed to become a Saint, he would be utterly useless, and the actions of Ye Xuan today would never be tolerated by him.

A Saint must not be defiled, which is not merely an idle saying but holds immeasurable fear.

The Sect Master was not taking issue with Ye Xuan now only because he judged Ye Xuan to be the seventh Heavenly Determined Saint; otherwise, how could he have overlooked Ye Xuan’s transgression?

“Today’s grace from the Master, I will engrave in my heart.

I only hope that you will remember that if one day in the future I truly do become a Saint, I will repay today’s favor a hundredfold,” Ye Xuan spoke calmly, showing no sign of disturbance despite the Sect Master’s threatening words.

“Good.

I will wait for that day to come.”

The Heavenly Sect Master nodded slowly, a hint of admiration subtly crossing his eyes.

In his heart, he greatly appreciated Ye Xuan, for they were alike in temperament—both unyielding and unbridled.

But if Ye Xuan could not become a Saint, he would ultimately be no more than an ant, unworthy of association with him.

Only when Ye Xuan reached a level of cultivation that could stand shoulder to shoulder with him might they be able to converse as equals.