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Chapter 711 - 737 Follow Me to the Upper Realm
Chapter 711 - 737 Follow Me to the Upper Realm
Chapter 711: Chapter 737: Follow Me to the Upper Realm Chapter 711: Chapter 737: Follow Me to the Upper Realm The war at Mount Kunlun, which threatened to end the world, was eerily dissolved without stirring a ripple.
The cultivators who were sent back to the Nine Provinces Continent kept their lips tightly sealed, no matter how others inquired, they could not get them to speak a word.
It was as if what had happened on Mount Kunlun had become a taboo subject.
At the same time, the seven major forces dominating the Nine Provinces Continent announced they were closing their doors for consolidation.
Before long, an eerie atmosphere enveloped the entire Nine Provinces Continent; those cultivators without the qualifications to partake in Mount Kunlun’s ‘decisive battle’ seemed to vaguely understand the seriousness of the situation and waited in silence.
They awaited the return of the seven major forces to the world of mortals.
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At this very moment, atop the Main Peak Hall of the Taiyi Sword Sect.
Ye Luo stood at the entrance of the great hall, his face extraordinarily cold, his eyes like two sharp swords, intently locking onto the figure kneeling in the center of the hall.
The one kneeling was none other than Di Wusheng.
Di Wusheng’s face was filled with a look of defeat, the ambition that once gleamed in his eyes softly fading with Ye Luo’s arrival.
“Hundreds of years have passed, you reached the pinnacle of the Loose Immortal Realm but did not seek further progress, did not ascend to the Upper Realm, instead you stayed in the Lower Realm fighting for power; has your head been filled with paste?”
Ye Luo spoke with disappointment, as one upset that iron could not turn into steel.
He truly hadn’t imagined that his disciple, the Sect he had left behind, could have come to this point.
If today they dare to provoke a war capable of ending the world, will they dare to attack the Wayless Sect tomorrow?
Di Wusheng, kneeling in the hall, kept his head low and silent, simply listening to Ye Luo’s reprimand.
“What, no words now? Weren’t you very impressive back on Mount Kunlun?”
Ye Luo said icily.
Whoosh…
Di Wusheng listened, and as though he had comprehended something, quietly stood up.
Under Ye Luo’s watchful gaze, he flipped his hand and produced a treasured sword.
Di Wusheng held the sword with both hands, facing Ye Luo, raising it high over his head.
“Respected Master, your disciple knows his errors, I don’t wish to make things difficult for you; whatever I am today, I owe it all to your nurturing. Since I have transgressed today, I ask that you, Master, with one strike take my life to atone for the sins I have committed!”
Di Wusheng’s words resounded with conviction.
Upon hearing this.
Ye Luo’s gaze slightly lifted, he glanced at Di Wusheng, and beckoned with his hand.
The treasured sword in Di Wusheng’s hand immediately fell into his.
“Do you truly think I wouldn’t dare to slay you with my own hands?”
Ye Luo said with a cold smile.
“Please, Master, do it!”
Di Wusheng spoke those words, and then stood still, eyes closed.
No sooner had his words fallen.
Swoosh…
A grating sound of sword cry erupted.
Di Wusheng couldn’t react in time, he only saw a streak of Sword Qi slashing from afar, heading straight toward him.
In his field of vision.
The Sword Qi brushed past him.
It seemed as though it cut through something of his, yet it seemed like it hadn’t touched him at all.
“From this day forward, you have no more karma with the mortal world; once I finish my affairs here, you will accompany me to the Upper Realm, by my side.”
Ye Luo left those words behind and turned to walk out of the hall.
Di Wusheng, in the center of the hall, was taken aback; he dumbfoundedly watched as Ye Luo’s retreating figure grew distant, somewhat at a loss.
Respected Master…
Had Respected Master really let him off just like that?
“Thank you, Master!”
Di Wusheng, facing the direction Ye Luo had left, knelt down and kowtowed deeply.
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As Ye Luo walked out of the hall, he looked back indifferently at Di Wusheng.
Did he really think that being taken to the Upper Realm by him was a good thing?
To ordinary people, to the usual prodigies, ascending to the Upper Realm was naturally a blessing.
But following him was not a good thing.
How many enemies did he have in the Upper Realm?
He couldn’t even count them all.
Being by his side,
it was fine if he could handle them.
But if it was like that time before, when he was ganged up on and beaten by a group, he wouldn’t be able to take care of the other person.
Ye Luo shook his head slightly and quickly left the hall.
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After leaving the Main Peak Hall, Ye Luo went down to the vicinity of Misty Mountain, to the still-thriving ‘Xianzui Inn’ nearby.
This inn had stood there for hundreds of years, and had subtly become a hidden power in its own right, though not exactly in hiding.
The inn’s branches spread throughout the entire Nine Provinces Continent, with an establishment in almost every city. Its influence reached up to the Cultivation Realm, down to the Mortal Realm, and what’s more frightening was that even the seven great powers of the Nine Provinces Continent would give face to the Xianzui Inn.
Thus, the Xianzui Inn had become a power in its own right.
However, its headquarters were still located at the foot of Misty Mountain, serving only those from the Wayless Sect.
Ye Luo arrived there.
He met with the shopkeeper from those years ago and asked him to clear a space for him.
That shopkeeper had undeniably lived to this day, with so many connections that he could easily acquire many fine things.
Even with poor talent, but an abundance of resources, one could pile up into a significant cultivator.
Easily living for a thousand years.
“Lord Ye! You, you’ve actually returned!”
The shopkeeper naturally recognized Ye Luo, and upon seeing him, his expression was one of surprise and joy.
Ye Luo didn’t put on airs and exchanged pleasantries with the shopkeeper, giving the latter plenty of face before leaving.
The shopkeeper knew Ye Luo was busy and, after instructing his staff to clear a vacant room, quietly retreated.
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Inside the vacant room.
Ye Luo stood by the window, having contacted many junior brothers and sisters, then stood still, waiting for the arrival of his junior brothers and sisters.
While waiting, he also looked through the window at the departing shopkeeper below, feeling rather emotional.
With his current level, he could naturally see through a person’s destiny at a glance.
Ye Luo could tell that according to the shopkeeper’s original destiny, he was meant to be a shopkeeper, destined to have no connection with cultivation his entire life, managing wealth but wielding no power.
If one had to comment, one could only say it was passable among the mortals.
But since he had come into contact with Respected Master, his fate had changed, becoming untraceable.
It seemed that anyone who had contact with Respected Master had their destiny altered.
That probably was the might of the Respected Master.
Invisibly changing everything.
Without needing to do much.
Ye Luo couldn’t help but remember the words said to him when he met his future self.
Time and space cannot bear the traces of Respected Master!
What exactly is the existence of Respected Master?
Ye Luo’s thoughts began to wander.
After thinking for a long time, he still couldn’t imagine just how supreme an existence the Respected Master could be.
“Big senior brother.”
As Ye Luo was lost in thought, a voice came through.
Ye Luo snapped back to reality, turned his head to look, and saw that, unbeknownst to him, Zhang Han had already entered the room.
“Big senior brother, what are you thinking so intently about? Are you perhaps thinking of our Ninth Junior Sister?”
Zhang Han revealed a smile and spoke.
“No, I’m wondering whether your disciple’s outrageous defiance reflects your own heart. If so, may I, on behalf of the master, clear the sect of you?”
Ye Luo spoke emotionlessly.
Zhang Han: “…”
It wasn’t meant to be played like this…