Demon Sword Sect's Undercover-Chapter 823 - 822 Establishing Authority in the Upper Realm [Extra for Alliance Hierarch Master Xiao Zhen]

Chapter 823: Chapter 822 Establishing Authority in the Upper Realm [Extra for Alliance Hierarch Master Xiao Zhen]

The meaning of Daoist Zhi Xuan was clear: Welcome to the cosmic cultivation family, where only ability matters and there is no warmth.

The conditions were generous, as long as you can hold out for more than ten breaths against any of these twelve outer realm guests, you can get the Spiritual Greens from outer space, the amount you get relates to how long you last. Last a hundred breaths, and they will surrender all the Spiritual Green beasts they have at their disposition to you.

But within a hundred breaths, this is a life-and-death situation! The challenger could win various amounts of outer-space Spiritual Greens for their sect but also lose their life here.

But if you can’t hold out even ten breaths, then don’t even mention it.

The whole program is simple, clear, and candid, but this simplicity cannot hide the overwhelming confidence of the outer realm guests!

Each spiritual beast made up of outer realm Spiritual Greens contains countless Spiritual Greens. There’s no need for all twelve; just one is enough to solve all the Spiritual Green issues for the Golden Core cultivators of the Jinxiu Continent, demonstrating an excess.

They believe that the Tongtian Realm characters of the Jinxiu Continent cannot last a hundred breaths, and that very few can even last ten, showing their might.

An insightful Nascent Transformation Master immediately reacted, saying, "How dare these scoundrels! They aim to control the grassroots of the Jinxiu through the distribution of outer-space Spiritual Greens!"

What if none of the true disciples on the Jinxiu Continent can meet the minimum ten-breath standard set by the outer realm guests? Do they just not release any Spiritual Greens? That’s obviously impossible; doing so would go against the trend and lead even the outer realm guests to suffer backlash.

Thus the phrase ’we’ll talk friendship again’ - meaning if you lack the ability, then it’s up to them to decide who gets what, naturally resulting in countless Jinxiu cultivators showing loyalty and bowing in subservience.

One Master reveals murderous intent, "Even if they come from the Upper Realm, isn’t it feared that they might bring a doom upon themselves?"

There’s also a cautious Master, "We might not be able to kill them! Look at them, energetic and vigorous, each ready to break into the Golden Core Realm at a moment’s notice. Given the Upper Realm’s capabilities, and with their artifact treasures, even if they are a realm below us, how much chance do we have? We might also inadvertently spread their fame, like surpassing realms to kill some Master."

Then there’s the conspiracy theorist Master, "Righteously indignant, but among us Masters present, who would dare to kill these outer realm guests? Isn’t everyone thinking about how to manipulate some divine skills, secret techniques, and artifact treasures from them?’

Getting on their good side is like having an inexhaustible wishing well..."

These few words vividly exposed the mindset of the Nascent Transformation Masters, demonstrating that killing these people was entirely useless. You can’t stop the future opening up of the Jinxiu Continent; you can only collaborate. Outer realm guests intend to impose influence, while they, the local cultivation forces, have a heart to strengthen themselves and work together, hoping in contact to gain the upper hand.

Ultimately, it’s a long-term contest, an intertwined effort under superficial agreement, where either I become you, or you become me, depending on each party’s means. The Jinxiu Nascent Transformation Masters lack confidence in their Daoist traditions but trust their skills. They think of nothing but catering to these young people, thinking they can’t win them over.

What they didn’t expect was that the fallout of the Spiritual Greens would accompany the arrival of the outer realm guests, which was bad news; but from another perspective, since the outer realm guests would come sooner or later, having these Tongtian Realm disciples come was better than having some Golden Core, Nascent Transformation, or even higher-level cultivators come.

At least, they can still barely survive, make a few preparations without immediately becoming vassals of the Upper Realm.

A bad thing, but also a good thing.

The Masters below strategized, having already abandoned hope in these true disciples. It wasn’t a matter of confidence but of the absolute superiority of domain and Daoist lineage.

But they didn’t care anymore, yet the true disciples above couldn’t retreat. They couldn’t just say they wouldn’t fight, bow their heads, willingly be lackeys, and await gifts from the outer realm guests?

Shall we not compete by skill anymore but in currying favor instead?

With tens of thousands watching, after a hundred years of cultivation, not fighting is to not respect oneself!

They can only fight, for their Dao Heart, for their sect’s future position in interactions with the outer realm guests, and more so for their own future!

What is earned openly and righteously and what is bestowed by others, there’s a fundamental difference.

In an instant, the realization hit Zhangsun You, who sincerely stated, "Endure ten breaths or a hundred breaths? These outer realm guests are too impudent! Do they really think people from the Upper Realm are superior beings?"

He was still mumbling, but Li Sicheng of the Heavenly Lonely Star of the Constellation True Inheritors had already leapt up,

"Dawdling and chattering, say a few more words and we’ve all surrendered indeed!"

With a somewhat provocative glance at Hou Niao, this time he finally gained a strong start for the Northern Heavenly Gate. Over the years, the dog’s reputation had spread everywhere, and he was tired of it.

He pointed a halberd and shouted, "Li Sicheng of the Jinxiu Three Realms Mountain, who dares to fight me?"

He also bore a lofty spirit, not willing to sift through opponents to avoid picking easy ones. After all, he couldn’t tell who among these outer realm guests was strong or weak, so he acted generously.

The twelve outer realm guests exchanged glances with amusement, realizing their actions were justified. Without establishing their might, it would be impossible to open a path in Jinxiu; claiming you’re from the Upper Realm, based on what?

In the cultivation world, one cannot simply judge a cultivator’s ability based on surface appearances, regardless of age, gender, or demeanor. In fact, the real desire to compete exists among these guests, not these so-called Constellation True Inheritors of Jinxiu, who are nothing more than worthless clowns.

To have not even witnessed the constellations and yet call themselves that—what a farce!

A young man stepped out, seemingly the most impatient among them, "I guess this Li Sicheng’s Daoist lineage is from the body cultivation branch? I have some connections; let me take this round."

The young man floated out and raised his voice, "Xuanwu Wei Yi, remember my name, so you know who to resent in the Underworld!"

Li Sicheng charged forward, three heads of Dharma forms leapt out with substance, much like his own avatars — one wielding a gong, one rolling a long rope, one holding a silver spear. Each one solid and formidable.

The three Dharma forms rushed together with him, launching his most proficient ultimate skill. In the Jinxiu Body Cultivation World, where each cultivator typically can only project one Dharma form, his three heads were exceptional and outstanding.

Wei Yi snickered, "Body Cultivation Dharma Form is not practiced like this!"

He extended his fist, and amidst a series of explosive sounds, Li Sicheng’s three Dharma forms crumbled like paper, turning to dust, frail and weak! freёweɓnovel_com

With the final punch, Wei Yi showed no mercy. This first battle had to display the Upper Realm’s demeanor; forget ten breaths, not even one would be given!

Under that punch, the panicked Li Sicheng’s true form was reduced to ashes.

It was just one breath.