Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 690: 709: The Strong Strive for Strength

Chapter 690: Chapter 709: The Strong Strive for Strength

Gazing at the Heavenly Sect Master’s furrowed brows, Nuwa continued to persuade him, “Elder brother, you should know that in ancient times, I owed a debt to become a Saint, and I must repay this debt, even if it means defying the Dharma Decree of Master Hong Jun. I am here today for the sake of the Jie Sect you founded, and I hope elder brother will think thrice.”

“Let me think about it,” the Heavenly Sect Master said thoughtfully, without immediately agreeing to Nuwa. It was clear that he still held out hope for Ye Xuan.

“Little sister can assure elder brother that once the Ancient Demon Court controls the Three Realms, the Jie Sect will still be able to spread the Daoist teachings. I hope elder brother will not miss the opportunity.”

“Little sister takes her leave!”

Nuwa stood up and gracefully departed, leaving the Heavenly Sect Master alone in the Biyou Palace, from whose mouth emanated a long and deep sigh, clearly facing a dilemma of great difficulty. If he made the wrong choice, the Jie Sect he founded could stumble and fall.

“Ye Xuan, your time is really running out!”

In the Biyou Palace, the Heavenly Sect Master’s voice was heavy, a very oppressive atmosphere emerging, indicating that his mood was far from calm.

Upon leaving the Biyou Palace, Nuwa did not directly return to her own abode but headed towards the direction of the Yuxu Palace, clearly indicating that her visit was not just to the Heavenly Sect Master, but also to Yuanshi Tianzun, one of The Three Pure Ones.

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Thirty-Three Layered Heaven, Dou Niu Palace.

Ye Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, eyes closed in deep thought, as the void around him twisted to the extreme, a highly oppressive atmosphere emerging within the Dou Niu Palace.

Suddenly, Ye Xuan opened his eyes, a flash of blood passed by, hinting at a ruthless streak.

“Man can only rely on himself. If I truly count on the Heavenly Sect Master’s protection, I fear I will encounter a major catastrophe sooner or later, and this Thirty-Three Layered Heaven will fall.”

Ye Xuan spoke with a somber voice. Although he did not know what Nuwa discussed with the Heavenly Sect Master, he could guess fairly well, for with the reappearance of the Ancient Demon Court, his Heavenly Court was nothing but a stumbling block.

“After all is said and done, it’s still that my current cultivation is insufficient. If I could truly step into the Quasi-Saint realm, then I could withstand the rise of the Ancient Demon Court.”

Ye Xuan became aware of the root of the problem and had a sudden realization in the Dou Niu Palace. If he could truly enter the realm of Quasi-Saint and even perform the Tribulation Immortal Transformation, then aside from Saints, no one would be his match.

“Quasi-Saint, Daluo Immortal Body?”

Ye Xuan murmured coldly. Whether it was the relentless fight with the Witch Clan or the oppression from the Ancient Demon Court, the root of it all was his insufficient cultivation.

Only if he reached Quasi-Saint could he have a dialogue on equal terms with the Witch Clan and the Ancient Demon Court.

“Heavenly Emperor.”

Suddenly, an urgent voice came from outside the hall, and Gold Star Taibai strode in hurriedly, causing Ye Xuan to frown and ask, “What matter is so pressing?”

“Princess Yaoyue has secretly descended to the Mortal World. Your humble subject pleads guilty before the Heavenly Emperor,” Gold Star Taibai said, kneeling on the ground, his face full of shame.

At that moment, Ye Xuan was facing many significant issues, and upon hearing the words of Gold Star Taibai, his brows furrowed; he hardly had the leisure to attend to such trivial matters.

“Forget it, let her be, as long as she doesn’t cause trouble. You may leave,” Ye Xuan said somewhat irritably.

“Yes, your humble subject will take his leave,” Gold Star Taibai quickly exited.

With Gold Star Taibai’s departure, Ye Xuan once again focused on how to withstand the rise of the Ancient Demon Court. As for Ye Yaoyue’s secret descent to the Mortal World, he could only set it aside for the time being.

“Donghuang Taiyi? Emperor Jun? The Demon Race?”

Ye Xuan mumbled to himself, lost in thought. Suddenly, a flash of Spiritual Light crossed his eyes, and with a beckoning gesture, a map appeared in his hands.

“The Beiming Sea!” Ye Xuan enunciated each syllable deliberately, his eyes gleaming with light, as if he had thought of something.

“How could I forget the Demon Master Kunpeng?” Ye Xuan looked at the map in his hand, his expression becoming exceedingly peculiar.

This map was obtained by Ye Xuan years ago when he destroyed the North Sea Dragon Palace, and he had also learned from the old Dragon King of the North Sea that the Demon Master Kunpeng had been sitting in meditation within the Beiming Sea.

Demon Master Kunpeng!

The Emperor Master of the Ancient Demon Court, and the master of myriad demons, he was even on par with the two great Heavenly Emperors within the Ancient Demon Court.

During the ancient war between witches and demons, legend had it that the Demon Master Kunpeng battled with the Ancestor Witch and ultimately fell between Heaven and Earth, but Ye Xuan did not believe this rumor.

For if Donghuang Taiyi and Emperor Jun were still alive, how could the Demon Master Kunpeng be dead?

“If Kunpeng is not dead and can be of use to me, then the Ancient Demon Court might not be an impenetrable fortress after all.”

“It seems I must personally make a trip to the Beiming Sea.” Ye Xuan murmured coldly, a trace of inscrutable color flashing across his eyes as if pondering over some issue.

“Little brother.”

Suddenly, a rush of footsteps came from outside the hall, and the long-unseen Emperor Ziwei entered the Dou Niu Palace, which brought Ye Xuan back from his deep thought.

“Big brother!”

Ye Xuan greeted with a fist and palm salute, because Emperor Ziwei had been kind to him in the past, and even though he now ranked as a Heavenly Emperor, they still addressed each other as brothers.

“Little brother, it’s good that you are well.”

Emperor Ziwei affectionately patted Ye Xuan’s shoulder, clearly relieved to have heard that Ye Xuan had slain Da Yi, which greatly comforted him.

“Big brother need not worry, we brothers have not seen each other for a long time, and today we must drink to our heart’s content.” Ye Xuan smiled, signaling to the Immortal Officials to prepare a grand banquet to welcome and cleanse the dust for Emperor Ziwei.

“No need for such fuss, little brother, knowing you’re well is enough to put your big brother at ease. I am here on behalf of Master to bring you an invitation.” Emperor Ziwei smiled, handing over a golden invitation directly to Ye Xuan.

Hmm?

An invitation from Immortal Zhenyuan?

Ye Xuan looked surprised, accepting the invitation and casting his eyes upon it, his pupils slightly constricting.

“Ginsengfruit Meeting?” Ye Xuan murmured softly.

“That’s right, in thirty thousand years the Ginsengfruit Meeting will commence, and at that time the great powers of the Three Realms will all participate, so make sure you don’t miss the hour.” Emperor Ziwei smiled.

The Ginsengfruit Meeting hosted by the Ancestor of Earth Immortals was extremely famous within the Three Realms, not only attended by Daluo but also graced by Quasi-Saints themselves, it was incomparable to the Heavenly Court’s Peach Banquet.

“Don’t worry, big brother, I will surely be there on time.” Ye Xuan took the invitation.

That day, Ye Xuan and Emperor Ziwei drank cup for cup, reaffirming the bond of brotherhood until Emperor Ziwei bid farewell and left. Ye Xuan stood alone in the Dou Niu Palace, his eyes reflecting a sense of urgency.

Trouble followed trouble, and the Ginsengfruit Meeting was opening at such a sensitive time; how could Ye Xuan not wonder?

“No matter the situation, I must first make a trip to the Beiming Sea to see if the Demon Master Kunpeng is still in the Human World. If I can ascend to Quasi-Sainthood within these thirty thousand years, I should fear no formidable enemies.” Ye Xuan’s fingertips tapped rhythmically on the table, emitting a sound full of cadence.

After all is said and done, one must be strong to face all adversities; this principle was something Ye Xuan understood well.

Ye Xuan always believed in the iron rule that the strong are revered, and only by truly stepping into the realm of Quasi-Sainthood could he face everything. Moreover, he had a faint premonition that perhaps this trip to the Beiming Sea would be the opportunity for his true ascent to Quasi-Sainthood.