At the foot of the main peak of the Cloud Dragon Mountain Range, the Cloud Dragon Market was built along the mountain, with shops lining both sides of the bluestone streets and cultivators bustling about.
In the void, pale purple ripples silently emerged, and Chen Sheng's figure slowly appeared.
He wore a purple-gold Daoist robe, wrapped in void spiritual light that merged seamlessly with the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, unnoticed by anyone witnessing the arrival of this Nascent Soul True Monarch.
His divine sense spread like a tide, and the scene of the main peak and the market instantly entered his sea of consciousness. The cultivators of the Zhou Clan wore uniform black outfits, with "Zhou" engraved tokens hanging from their waists.
"How convenient!"
Chen Sheng chuckled lightly, his divine sense gently touching each Zhou clan descendant, leaving an invisible mark—from the Qi Cultivators running errands in the market to Zhou Chonghu, a Foundation Establishment cultivator in seclusion on the main peak, none were missed.
In his previous life, he couldn't personally end the Zhou clan due to the Li family's vengeance. In this life, since Zhou Chonghu boldly came forward under the name of the Zhou family of Jade Spring, it was just the right time for him to settle this old enmity.
Moreover, the Tang Clan were also his blood descendants, who had carefully maintained the tombs of Huang Wangyou and others for years. Even if there were no merits, there were at least efforts.
...
In front of the spiritual materials shop in the center of the market, the Zhou Clan's steward, Zhou the Third, was skillfully extorting, pocketing money, and demanding bribes.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, Zhou the Third's head suddenly exploded, splattering blood and brain matter over the door, as his body collapsed in convulsions. Nearby, a loose cultivator screamed in terror, scrambling to escape.
This loud noise acted as a fuse. Without exception, the heads of Zhou Clan descendants marked in the market exploded one by one—cultivators toasting in the restaurant, cultivators in seclusion in caves, cultivators patrolling the market perimeter—all fell into pools of blood.
In the short span of an incense stick burning, a thick scent of blood filled the market, with Zhou Clan corpses covering the streets. Cultivators fled in panic, creating chaos everywhere.
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At the same time, in the cave mansion on the Cloud Dragon main peak, Zhou Chonghu, who was cultivating, suddenly heard a "buzz"—Chen Sheng's divine sense pierced him like a sharp blade, shattering his sea of consciousness.
Zhou Chonghu's body shuddered, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he fell heavily to the ground, lifeless, never seeing his enemy face to face.
Chen Sheng hovered in the void, his gaze calm. A Nascent Soul cultivator's divine sense attack was like crushing ants against Qi Cultivators and Foundation Establishment cultivators. Once the last Zhou clan cultivator fell, he melded into the air and disappeared completely.
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To the southwest, Peach Blossom Immortal City lay amidst a peach blossom forest.
It was the season for peach blossoms to bloom, and pink petals danced in the air, covering the city's buildings in pink glazed tiles, making it look like a sea of pink from afar.
However, hidden within this seemingly romantic immortal city was a world of wanton indulgence and sin!
The City Lord, Master Peach Blossom, had broken through using the Demonic False Pill Technique, with a violent temperament and a fondness for male company, and most of those under her were also Demon Dao loose cultivators, following her example, committing all kinds of evil.
In the central City Lord Mansion, inside a lavishly decorated bedchamber, pink silk curtains swayed with the wind, and an amorous atmosphere filled the air.
Zhou Wenlong, with his upper body bare, was entangled with a cultivator dressed in pink palace attire, overturning the clouds and rain.
This cultivator was Master Peach Blossom. Though born with male features, she had an heroic visage, and yet her body was extraordinarily graceful, at this moment wearing a face of enjoyment while riding on Zhou Wenlong.
Zhou Wenlong's appearance was quite androgynous, yet his talent was astonishing and he possessed great endowments, making him well-favored.
A Yin Yang Jade hung around his chest, a magical artifact signifying the bloodline connection with his father, Zhou Chonghu. As long as the jade remained intact, it meant his father was safe.
While he pleased Master Peach Blossom, a thrill of delight rose in his heart: In a few days, the Pill Workshop and spirit vein of Jade Spring Mountain would fall into the Zhou family's hands.
Suddenly, with a crisp "crack"—the Yin Yang Jade on Zhou Wenlong's chest shattered instantly, the fragments scattering to the ground.
A strong sense of panic surged in his heart. His face turned deathly pale, and his entire body went limp, his voice trembling with disbelief:
"Fa...Father!"
Master Peach Blossom's expression of pleasure instantly turned to dissatisfaction, and with a cold snort, she slapped Zhou Wenlong's face twice, the crisp sound echoing in the bedchamber.
"A true man need not weep and wail!"
Master Peach Blossom's tone was icy:
"So what if your father is dead? What's there to be so shocked about? Even if you cry, he won't come back to life. Just find the enemy and avenge him."
She lifted Zhou Wenlong's chin, a glint of unconventional amusement flickering in her eyes:
"Serve your master well first, and once I am satisfied, I will personally deal with avenging your father."
Zhou Wenlong's face still bore the slap marks, yet tears welled in his eyes, instantly showing a fragile demeanor, once again pleasing Master Peach Blossom:
"Thank you, Master! This disciple will serve you well!"
He exerted himself while pondering his enemy, then shouted excitedly:
"It must be the Tang Clan of Jade Spring! Not long ago, my father sent word, wanting to force the Tang Clan to move out of Jade Spring Mountain. They must have held a grudge and sent someone to kill him!"
The intertwining of hatred and physical desire consumed him, driving him more and more insane.
Master Peach Blossom, pleased by his behavior, beamed with a smile: "Good, good, good, so obedient! Once I annihilate the Tang Clan, I will reward you with the spirit vein of Jade Spring Mountain..."
Before she could finish speaking, a cold snort abruptly resounded in the bedchamber, instantly dispelling the amorous atmosphere.
"I'm afraid you won't have the chance!"
In the moment just before, lost in her enjoyment, Master Peach Blossom's face changed drastically. Almost the instant the cold snort sounded, she crushed a Tier Three Wind Escape Talisman from her storage ring.
As the talisman shattered, her body transformed into countless pink peach blossom petals, like they were swept by the wind, fleeing towards the windows around the bedchamber.
Within moments, it vanished without a trace.
Zhou Wenlong on the bed was completely stunned; before he could react to what had happened, he saw a purple-gold figure slowly emerge from the void.
Chen Sheng looked at the naked Zhou Wenlong before him, with no trace of emotion in his eyes. He raised his hand and pointed at Zhou Wenlong, sending a wisp of Sword Qi shooting out, piercing through his forehead in an instant.
Zhou Wenlong didn't even have time to let out a scream before he fell stiffly onto the bed, devoid of life.
Chen Sheng's Divine Sense enveloped a thousand miles around, silently observing Master Peach Blossom's performance, and nodded slightly:
"Just a Loose Cultivator, decisive, but alas..."
He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers closing gently, then his figure flickered and instantly melded into the void, appearing at the edge of Peach Blossom Immortal City the next moment.
At this moment, Master Peach Blossom was transforming into a pink Escape Light, fleeing towards the wilderness outside the city at the quickest speed.
Her heart was full of relief, as the pressure from that cold hum earlier had made her Divine Soul tremble. It was not an existence she could contend with, and only by fleeing quickly could she hope to save her life.
"Why have I never heard of such a figure before?"
"Could it be an elder from the two sects?"
She kept speculating in her heart, her speed increasing, but just as she was about to escape the city's boundary, she suddenly felt the void around her violently ripple.
She was horrified to see the Void Power around her gather like a tide, gradually forming a gigantic light purple hand — the palm was dozens of feet large, filled with dense void patterns, exuding a suffocating pressure.
This gigantic void hand ensnared her like the Heaven and Earth Net, holding her firmly in its palm, rendering her struggles futile.
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"Impossible... this is... Void Power!"
Master Peach Blossom's face was full of despair as she finally realized what kind of existence she was up against:
"Is it a Nascent Soul Monster? Senior, spare me! Junior does not know how I have offended you. Please, Senior, have mercy and spare this junior's life!"
As she pleaded for mercy, she tried to break free, only to find her body had long been immobilized by the Void Power, unable to even move a finger.
In the Chu Country, Nascent Soul Cultivators had not appeared for many years. She never imagined one day she'd be facing such a Great Power.
Chen Sheng's figure slowly manifested next to the void hand, watching Master Peach Blossom's desperate struggle in his palm, without a hint of pity in his eyes:
"You're also a Fake Pill Master, a sacrificial pawn of your entire clan, on the brink of death, why cry and whimper!"
Saying this, Chen Sheng's right hand suddenly clenched, and in the next moment, the void hand contracted sharply — with a "crack," Master Peach Blossom was instantly crushed into a cloud of blood mist, and even the Fake Pill within her body was pulverized to dust.
Fake Pill Cultivators, before a Nascent Soul True Monarch, were as fragile as ants, without even the right to resist.
Chen Sheng's figure slowly rose into the sky, hovering above Peach Blossom Immortal City. His Divine Sense swept through the entire Immortal City, his eyes growing even colder; unexpectedly, the city was a gathering place for evildoers, its chaos surpassing even that of the Demon Sect!
"Such chaos, left unchecked, is a scourge."
Chen Sheng let out a cold snort, hesitated no longer, and spat out a seven-colored cloud.
As soon as the cloud appeared, it rapidly expanded and scattered, enveloping the entire Peach Blossom Immortal City in a rain-like seven-colored light.
This was the Seven Emotions Divine Light, a beam originating from the swirling mortal world, most adept at stirring negative emotions in cultivators' hearts, creating illusions, and eventually triggering the explosion of the Sea of Consciousness.
The cultivators in Immortal City, enveloped by the Seven-Colored Divine Light, instantly descended into madness. Some saw illusions of being chased by their enemies and fled in terror, even drawing swords against their companions.
Some saw mountains of Spiritual Materials and frantically lunged at the void, only to grasp at mere air. Others felt excruciating pain deep in their bones, rolling on the ground wailing, ultimately bleeding from seven orifices as their Sea of Consciousness was utterly detonated.
In barely the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, not a living sound could be heard in Peach Blossom Immortal City, only piles of corpses and shattered buildings remained.
Chen Sheng looked at the deathly silent Immortal City below, his brows slightly furrowed, as he slowly raised his right hand, five fingers gently closing, the Power of the Five Elements and Void Power within him fusing together, forming a gigantic five-colored hand in his palm.
The palm spanned hundreds of miles of sky, the center radiating golden, wood, water, fire, and earth Spirit Lights, exuding a terrifying aura of "dissipating all things, reversing the Five Elements."
At the edges of the palm, golden sharpness sliced through the air, leaving fine spatial fissures.
At the center, blue Water Spiritual Light and red Fire Spiritual Light collided, but under the harmonization of Earth Spiritual Light, transformed into a gentle yet immensely destructive stream of energy.
The green Wood Spiritual Light, like a network, connected every part of the palm seal, making the energy circulation within the palm seal increasingly smooth.
Below, Peach Blossom Immortal City, with its remaining scent of blood and Demon Dao aura, began to churn violently under the oppression of the five-colored palm seal.
The remaining structures in the city, whether palaces with pink Glazed Tiles or stone houses where cultivators lived, began to tremble slightly, with fine cracks appearing on the walls, as though on the verge of collapse.
"Descend!"
Chen Sheng commanded in a low voice, his tone carrying undebatable authority, as the five-colored great palm seal descended slowly towards Peach Blossom Immortal City like a mountain pressing down.
As the palm seal descended, the surrounding air was compressed to the extreme, emitting a "sizzling" sound, even faint sonic boom clouds appeared in the void.
The dust on the ground was swept up by the airflow of the palm seal, forming spiraling dust pillars that circled the palm seal, slowly rotating.