Sovereign to Immortality

Chapter 923 – Wuji (To the Alliance Head)

“Thirteenth Brother, did you take away the things I left behind in Scholartree Manor?”

After they left the canyon, they flew for a distance. When they were passing by a vast forest, Yang Junshan suddenly remembered something.

“Fourth brother, he has been taken away.”

After Yang Junhao heard this, he replied, “We originally came to the Huai Rou County to retrieve what you left behind. However, later on, Senior Sister Mu Er brought us to his father’s treasure trove.”

Yang Junshan nodded his head, those things were things that he had obtained from the overseas Daofather Lu Xuanping back then in the everlasting dense forest, and because his storage capacity was limited, he had no choice but to hide in a secret location and hide in a formation array to protect it.

Previously, Yang Junqi and Sang Shener were travelling around Sangzhou, but Yang Junshan had forgotten about this matter.

At that time, all of the precious items on Lu Xuanping’s body had already been taken away by Yang Junshan, while the rest were mostly cultivation resources that he did not need. However, the quantity was not small, and it was enough for his family to bring over ten Martial Realm Cultivator s out.

After Yang Junshan and the others left the canyon, they did not head northwards. Instead, they first turned towards the northeast, and after entering Maple County, they headed north.

Maple County was Ling Yizong’s traditional area of influence, so even if Xu Tiancheng and the others had summoned the Dao Realm Patriarchs to kill them, they would never have thought that they would do the opposite and rush into Ling Yizong’s area of influence first.

In fact, not long after Yang Junshan and the rest left the valley remains, a spatial gate opened at the entrance of the valley. An old man appeared and scanned the entire valley with his mind, his expression turning cold, as though he had noticed that the valley was already devoid of people.

However, he didn’t expect that just as the old man stepped into the spatial gate, a strange fluctuation suddenly came out. The space that had just closed up immediately distorted and a cry of surprise suddenly came out of nowhere.

“Who is it? How dare he tease this old man!”

In the end, it was the Dao Realm Patriarchs. Even though the old man was in a sorry state after being knocked down from the space, he instantly stabilized his body. Resisting the anger in his heart, he shouted angrily at the empty space around him.

“Haha, Martial Uncle Luo, it’s been so many years since we last met. How have you been?”

A soft laugh came from the void, as if he was extremely familiar with the ancestor.

The voice gave him a sense of familiarity, but he just couldn’t remember who it was. However, he could hear the voice, but his spiritual sense still couldn’t pinpoint where it came from. He grew more serious and said coldly, “Your excellency, I can’t remember who you are, but since you’re familiar with this old man, why are you hiding your head and showing your tail?”

The old ancestor was secretly on guard as his consciousness traveled through the surrounding air, not daring to act rashly.

However, the voice rang again, “I’ve already called you Martial Uncle, but you still can’t tell, and I’m even more afraid to show my face. I’m afraid I’ll scare you!” New chapters are published on Noᴠel Fɪre.net

Patriarch Luo Xian’s expression was dark and uncertain as he asked doubtfully, “You are …”

A gentle breeze blew past as the outline of a human figure began to form on the wind. As the outline became clearer, the originally grave looking ancestor Luo Xin gradually opened his eyes wide. At first he was puzzled, then his face was filled with shock.

It had only been a split-second since the appearance of the person in front of him and the appearance of his body. However, the expression of the old man changed again and again, as if he was performing some kind of magic trick.

When he finally confirmed the identity of the person in front of him, the hairpin ancestor didn’t even realize that he had subconsciously retreated more than a hundred feet. His finger pointing at the person in front of him was even trembling, “You, you, you, this is impossible! Didn’t you already die?”

Although he appeared handsome and confident, his temperament was also free and unrestrained. He still looked young, but his eyes were filled with the trials and tribulations of a cultivator. He smiled as he stood a few hundred feet in front of the Ancestor and helplessly said, “Look, I’ve already said that I would scare you, your esteemed self!”

“Sang Wuji, you, how could you have not died? “Impossible! I saw you shatter your own heart and perish!”

When this name came out of his mouth, he could feel that his throat was dry.

It was not that he did not think that the person in front of him was an impostor, but that the familiar expression and aura, as well as the familiar fluctuations of the Tiancheng’s inheritance, were something that no one could imitate. The only difference was that afteundred years, the person in front of him seemed to have become even more serene, and the aura around his body also seemed to have become more tyrannical.

That day, Sang Wuji had committed suicide. With so many people present, the Dao Realm Patriarchs was not the only one there, and almost everyone had checked his corpse, causing their hearts to shatter and their Qi to be cut off, leaving them with no chance of survival.

However, the reality was right in front of him, Sang Wuji was not dead at all, even his cultivation had already risen to an inconceivable level.

But how many people knew about this scam?

Was Sang Wuji lying to everyone by himself, or did he have another accomplice within the sect?

In the past, Sang Wuji had been forced into a corner. However, before that incident had occurred, he had been Ling Yizong’s true star of the future, and there were many people who supported him with sympathy.

However, no matter what kind of hypothesis he came up with, there was one thing that he couldn’t understand. Even if everyone present sympathized with Sang Wuji’s death, he himself was definitely not on his side, not to mention that Zhuang Peng, who was still wishing to devour his flesh, was present at that time, how could Sang Wuji possibly hide it from the two of them?

“Don’t make wild guesses, I don’t have any accomplices with Ling Yizong, even if he is my biological brother, I have not sought him out even once in the past hundred years!”

Sang Wuji seemed to understand the thoughts that was running around in his mind. “On that day, I was indeed the one who ‘died’ in front of you, and not some sort of substitute or illusion technique …”

Luo Xin Ancestor stared at Sang Wuji, but did not say a word, as if he did not believe what Sang Wuji had said at all.

Sang Wuji did not seem to see the expression of the old man, but he continued, “It’s just that I have trained in a secret art, and after my heart has been shattered, I will be able to recover my original strength …”

The old man couldn’t help but interrupt, “That’s impossible!”

Sang Wuji seemed to have already expected that Patriarch Luo Jin would deny it. He smiled and asked: “Does Master Luo know about the records of the internal organs?”

The old ancestor opened his mouth and finally exclaimed, “You, you’ve inherited the five viscera diagram’s records?”

Sang Wuji scoffed, and said: “I wonder how many years it has been since the Five Viscera Atlas was lost, how could I, Sang’er, have such luck? Once you have mastered the Heart’s Atlas, you will have one benefit, and that is that your heart will be broken to death. With the help of the Turtle Aura and the Breathing Technique, you will be able to control the vitality of your body. Who would have thought thaeartbroken person would be able to revive? ”

Ancestor Luo Jin mocked, “You’re pretty lucky. Back then, I only threw you into the abyss of fire and not burn your body on the spot. You must have already fled before falling into the abyss of fire? Alas, none of our three Daofathers were present to discover that you were faking your death! ”

Sang Wuji laughed, and said: “So, this time I’m back!”

At this point of time, the aura around Ancestor Luo Jin was already rising as he spoke in a low voice, “So you’ve come back for revenge this time?”

Sang Wuji watched as the expression of the old ancestor slowly faded from his face, and he said seriously: “This time, when I appear, I only wish to seek confirmation from Master Luo about one thing.”

Patriarch Luo Xian cut him off with a sneer and mocked, “You’re trying to stop this old man just to save Sang Genji’s daughter, aren’t you? I once heard from my disciple that Sang Gensheng’s daughter was severely injured in order to control Sang Muqin. If she really wanted to save him, why didn’t she help then? ”

Sang Wuji turned a deaf ear to Ancestor Luo Shan’s taunting and continued: “The matter that I have asked for confirmation of Martial Uncle Luo this time is, whether Bi Lan committed suicide that year, or did Zhuang Peng do it personally? And is Martial Uncle Luo involved in this as well? ”

“You want to know the truth?”

Suddenly, Patriarch Luo Xian laughed coldly, “Why didn’t you personally ask Zhuang Peng?”

Just as he finished speaking, a wooden staff suddenly appeared in his hands. It was the lower tier daoyin apparatus s lone wooden staff, and he then pointed it at Sang Wuji, equally using his finger to destroy his, and then following that, the space in front of his crumbled as well as the boundless death aura condensed, its power was many times stronger than Xu Tiancheng and Cheng Tianyu.

“Hehe, finger of death, finally another person from Ling Yizong’s group has used this ability to attack me!”

Sang Wuji chuckled. He did not dodge nor evade the finger and he also extended a finger out to receive it.

“Heaven’s Constitution Finger!”

The old man let out a strange cry, but didn’t pause as he dashed backwards. Not far behind him, a spatial gate had already been opened by him.

“Sang Wuji, even if you survive, you are still in the wrong for what happened that year. Now, all of our sect is led by Zhuang Peng, so what if you return? You think you can go against the entire sect by yourself? ”

The spatial gate closed, leaving only the lingering sound of Ancestor Luo Jian.

Crack! A cracking sound could be heard in the air. The two sacred arts clashed, causing several cracks to appear in the surrounding space. At the same time, the spatial rifts also devoured the sacred art’s aftermath, before returning to peace.

With the daoyin apparatus as the medium, the power of the Lone Death Finger that the Patriarch Luo Sai unleashed was only comparable to the power of Sang Wuji’s Heaven’s Constitution Finger that he had used with his bare hands.

Heaven’s Constitution Finger, Ranking Number Twelve!

Sang Wuji looked at the direction Luo Xian ancestor left in, and did not chase after him. Instead, he muttered to himself witaunting smile: “To be able to contend against Ling Yizong alone, this is truly not a bad suggestion. What do you think about Junior Brother Zhuang Peng, the current Taoist Blue Sunflower?”