Immortal of the Nine Realms

Lin Qiang stared blankly at the scene around him, nearly numb from shock.

Over a million ghost soldiers, their yin energy surging skyward, had appeared right beside him.

The nearest one was less than ten feet away. From that ghost soldier’s eyes, he could see a hint of mockery. Clearly, the army had been lying in wait here for a long time!

”So the cold wind earlier... it really was them. Damn it, and I walked straight into such a dangerous place...” Lin Qiang cursed to himself.

He didn’t dare make any reckless moves, afraid of drawing the attention of the ghost army.

Fatian, Yunfu, Zuimeng, and Feishe—the four Venerables of the Motian Division—stood in the void with their million ghost soldiers. They didn’t make any moves, but the invisible pressure they exuded weighed heavily on everyone present, making it hard to breathe.

The green-robed middle-aged man continued sipping tea beneath the tree. He merely glanced up briefly, then casually resumed drinking.

The local cultivators of Mingwang Star gasped. The sixth-transformation immortals in the crowd were the most affected. They could easily sense that the aura of these four experts far surpassed their own. That meant these four were at least seventh-transformation Ghost Immortals!

”The Great Virtue Heavenly Venerable is only a seventh-transformation Ancient Immortal, yet he can command such a terrifying force. The Fallen Alliance’s strength is truly unfathomable...”

”The fall of the Taicang Realm is already inevitable...”

The crowd’s gaze toward the Great Virtue Heavenly Venerable grew even more reverent.

The Great Virtue Heavenly Venerable glanced at Fang Chen and said with a faint smile. ”I have four eighth-transformation Ghost Immortals here, while you have at most one. Do you still think you can take them from us?”

Ji Sheng’s face paled as he stared at the sky, despair filling his eyes. ”Ninth Brother is finished...”

Even one eighth-transformation Ghost Immortals was enough to decide the outcome of this matter, let alone four.

”Eighth-transformation Ghost Immortals...”

The local cultivators of Mingwang Star felt not just reverence but fear. They were truly afraid, afraid of beings like the Great Virtue Heavenly Venerable. In their understanding, aside from the legendary ninth-transformation Immortals, who else could command such power?

”Other than these Ghost Immortals... do you have any other trump cards?” Fang Chen asked thoughtfully.

Lin Qiang gasped in fright. ”What kind of question is that!?”

There were already a million ghost soldiers and four eighth-transformation Ghost Immortals! What more could he expect?

The Great Virtue Heavenly Venerable laughed, ”What kind of trump card are you hoping to see? Isn’t this enough?”

”Far from enough.” Fang Chen shook his head. ”If you have nothing else, I’ll be taking them away. You and that Demonic Beast Race lady will likely have to stay behind.”

Saintess Yuanyang burst out laughing. ”Wang Ye, do you even hear what you’re saying? Four eighth-transformation Ghost Immortals, and you still think you can leave?”

The Great Virtue Heavenly Venerable smiled. ”Enough. Four Venerables, take him down.”

Old Sheng’s expression turned extremely vigilant, his gaze locked onto the four Venerables above. The surrounding cultivators were also stirred.

A moment passed, but the army in the sky did not move.

The Great Virtue Heavenly Venerable frowned slightly. ”Gentlemen, we already agreed before coming here. You were to assist in this matter.”

Still, there was no response.

”Take them down,” Fang Chen said calmly.

In an instant, heaven and earth shifted! The four Venerables led the million ghost soldiers in a devastating charge.

Before the Great Virtue Heavenly Venerable and Saintess Yuanyang could react, they were already restrained by Venerable Fatian. Abbot Wufa and the local powerhouses of Mingwang Star were suppressed by Venerable Yunfu. As for the three hundred monks still chanting, Venerable Zuimeng vented her anger on them. She slaughtered them all on the spot.

The entire situation in Fire Spirit Valley was overturned in less than five breaths.

Every pair of eyes was filled with shock, disbelief, and confusion. Only then did the green-robed man beneath the tree set down his teacup and raise his head with a grave expression. But he did not act.

Ji Sheng stared blankly at everything. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He wondered if he was dreaming.

”Ji... Ji Sheng... what kind of background does your Enlightenment God Palace’s second core disciple have?” a nearby core disciple asked weakly, though there was excitement in his voice.

It was clear to everyone that the situation had completely reversed. Not only would they not die, but they would be freed from captivity!

”I... I don’t know...” Ji Sheng muttered.

That guy wasn’t Wang Ye at all! He’s their Ninth Brother!

The local cultivators of Mingwang Star and Abbot Wufa weren’t dead, but Venerable Yunfu had already sealed their cultivation. They stood like wooden statues, only their eyes able to move. Their gazes were equally filled with shock and confusion.

The Great Virtue Heavenly Venerable and the Saintess Yuanyang finally came to their senses. The confidence of certain victory had vanished from their faces, replaced by stunned disbelief.

The Great Virtue Heavenly Venerable took a deep breath, staring at the four Venerables.” Venerable Fatian... has your Motian Division... abandoned its alliance with our race?”

Saintess Yuanyang’s expression was dark, but she did not panic. She still had one final trump card. Once played, the situation would instantly reverse again.

What she wanted to know now was, what exactly had happened to the Motian Division. If they had suddenly sided with the human race, then many things would need to be reconsidered.

Fatian ignored the question. By then, their soldiers had already taken down the core disciples from the stone pillars and brought them to Fang Chen.

Fang Chen nodded to Ji Sheng. ”Treat your injuries first.”

Ji Sheng and the others immediately closed their eyes and began healing.

”Lord, what should we do with these people?” asked Venerable Yunfu, looking at Abbot Wufa and the local powerhouses before asking with a smile.

”Amitabha...”

Abbot Wufa could still speak. He began a chant, about to say something, but Fang Chen had decided.

Nodding once, he muttered, ”Kill them all. And don’t forget to bring me the Ancient Immortal Register from the Grand Abbot.” ℴ

Hearing his order, Yunfu sneered and plunged his hand into Abbot Wufa’s chest, forcibly extracting the Ancient Immortal Register from within him. Abbot Wufa’s face turned ashen. His life force dissipated, and he crumbled into dust before scattering into the air.

With a casual wave of his hand, Yunfu then executed all the local powerhouses of Mingwang Star.

Holding the Ancient Immortal Register, he approached Fang Chen.

Fang Chen took it and casually handed it to Sheng Ning. ”Old Sheng, your foundation is sufficient. Advance to a seventh-transformation Ancient Immortal here.”

Sheng Ning stared blankly at the registry, still in disbelief. What had been a certain death situation, had completely reversed in an instant. He had even obtained an Ancient Immortal registry.

The cultivators of Mingwang Star felt a chill rise from the soles of their feet, shooting straight to their scalps. The dignified guardian of Mingwang Star, Abbot Wufa of the Kudu Monastery, had just been slaughtered with a single nod. Even his Ancient Immortal registry had fallen into someone else’s hands.

Only then did they truly understand the cruelty of war.