Immortal of the Nine Realms

Chapter 671: How could a Patriarch be disrespected so lightly?

“Fang Zhentian” noticed that the people he had addressed were dumbfounded, staying silent for a good minute. He impatiently said, “Where is Monk Du Ye? I remember he was present during the last two games; why isn't he here this time?”

Monk Du Ye?

Almost everyone was visibly confused. Only a few Dao Union Realm cultivators seemed to somewhat recall who that was.

Heavenly King Zhen clasped his fist. “Senior, Monk Du Ye passed away eight hundred years ago.”

“He has passed away? What a pity, such a short-lived life. He was the only one I could chat with for a bit among them,” lamented “Fang Zhentian,” shaking his head and mentioning a dozen more names.

Everyone had regained their composure and understood that these names likely represented various Immortal Kings.

“Senior... they have all passed away. Immortal Kings have a lifespan of only four thousand years, which is no greater than yours,” Heavenly King Zhen replied with a bitter smile.

“They’re all dead?”

‘Fang Zhentian’ frowned slightly, and his gaze suddenly swept across the void. With a faint smile, he said, “Little fellow, why are you still hiding?”

Someone is hiding?

The crowd displayed strange expressions, including Heavenly King Zhen and the others. They wondered who else could still be hidden in this situation.

“Truly impressive, Senior Fang,” an ancient voice echoed.

Soon after this voice fell, an old man appeared in the void.

The old man stood on an immortal sword, his wide sleeves billowing in the wind, and his silver-black hair flowed over his shoulders.

The crowd squinted, trying to catch a glimpse of the old man’s face. However, no matter the angle, they could only see his profile from this angle.

Many people displayed puzzled expressions.

“Who is this person...?”

Only the cultivators from the Void Immortal Sword Sect showed strange looks.

Who else could it be but the old Sword Immortal?

Nowadays, their sect leader had taken on this person's bad habits.

When the old Sword Immortal appeared, a deep wariness surfaced in the eyes of the Immortal Kings present. Among them, Ouyang Xuanzhen from the Great Expansion Dao Gate exhibited not only caution but also a hint of fear.

Sword cultivators were utterly unpredictable. Even among Ascension Realm cultivators, this individual could slay anyone he desired with his sword. Only a First Rate Sect Leader could restrain him.

“A sword cultivator? You don't seem that old. Did you attend the last chess match?” “Fang Zhentian” asked with a faint smile.

“I was fortunate enough to watch; it lasted a total of five hundred forty-seven days,” the old Sword Immortal replied with a smile.

“Fang Zhentian” frowned slightly. “What kind of technique do you practice? Why don’t you reveal yourself directly?”

The crowd was astonished.

Heavenly King Zhen and others exchanged surprised glances. Could it be that not only they, but even this senior couldn’t see the old Sword Immortal’s true appearance?

The old Sword Immortal wore a smile. “Senior, you may not know this but the sword technique I practice is quite special. If I reveal myself directly, the sword in my hand would lose its power.”

“That is quite special, indeed. How about this: among all the people present, I find you the most agreeable, so take this technique.”

“Fang Zhentian” casually waved his sleeve, and a jade slip transformed into a streak of light, landing directly in the old Sword Immortal’s hand.

With that, “Fang Zhentian” bowed to Yun He and bid him farewell.

Then, by the time everyone noticed, his figure had already vanished from the sky.

The crowd was stunned.

Was that it? This Elder Fang had entrusted his legacy to the old Sword Immortal of the Void Immortal Sword Sect!?

Heavenly King Zhen and the others wore strange expressions. They had been looking forward to landing that inheritance, but it was now in the hands of the old Sword Immortal.

Let alone them; even if the cultivators from the Celestial Heaven and Northern Dipper were hiding nearby, they would likely have to weigh their options for some time before deciding whether to act.

Who aside from First Rate Sect Leaders could possibly snatch something from this old coot?

The old Sword Immortal seemed slow to react. By the time he noticed what had happened, the senior had already left.

“Then I must really thank Senior Fang,” he thanked, performing a bow toward the spot where the senior had been.

With that, he vanished as well.

“Fang Zhentian” had left, and the old ancestor had also taken the inheritance and left.

Everyone could only look toward Yun He now.

Not long after “Fang Zhentian” departed, a trace of confusion rose in Yun He’s eyes. However, he quickly regained clarity and looked around with a smile. “What a lively scene! Why are you all here?”

“...”

Ancestor Qingmu sighed softly. “Master’s clarity... is starting to fade.”

Fang Chen's expression grew grim. The elder who looked exactly like the old man had already left. If he wanted to uncover the truth, he might have to return to the Grand Xia and meet the real old man.

Suddenly, several cultivators dressed in dao robes soared into the air and bowed from a distance toward Yun He. “Senior Yun He, we wish to join the Three Thousand Dao Sect. Please grant us your teachings!”

However, the expression of the one in the center was somewhat pale, and his gaze seemed vacant, as if he was in poor condition.

“The Great Expansion Dao Gate.” A cold glint flashed in Greenwood Sect’s Ancestor's eyes as he turned his attention to the pale-faced Daoist. “Junior Brother Fang, that is your Senior Brother Hong. Today, aside from questioning their Dao, we must also take him away.” Nôv(el)B\\jnn

After the few cultivators from Great Expansion Dao Gate spoke, they continuously observed Yun He’s every move. When Yun He glanced at Hong Qing, they were on high alert, seemingly eager to know if Yun He could recognize Hong Qing’s appearance.

Unfortunately, they were disappointed. Yun He looked at Hong Qing without any special recognition; he merely smiled at the group and said, “You little fellows lack talent; you can’t enter the Three Thousand Dao Sect.”

“Oh? They lack talent? Perhaps your standards are just too high,” Ouyang Xuanzhen said slowly, his gaze toward Yun He now devoid of fear.

They knew that once the two anomalies separated, Yun He would revert to a remnant soul state in about an hour. During this time, he wouldn’t have the ability to harm an Immortal King.

Standing on another Immortal Boat, the Dragon Sovereign of Morning Star Dao Sect spoke slowly. “Elder Yun, do you know that the Three Thousand Dao Sect has long been disbanded? If you wish to revive the Dao Sect, then pass the Three Thousand Dao Art to me.”

The crowd was slightly taken aback. They held their breath as they focused on what Yun He would say. Although he was a remnant soul, one would expect such words to provoke his fury, right?

However, to their surprise, Yun He seemed unfazed by such remarks, as if he hadn’t heard them. His gaze continued to search the crowd, as if looking for a talent worthy of receiving his teachings.

“He has completely lost his clarity.”

“I highly suspect that he may no longer possess the inheritance of the Three Thousand Dao Sect. After all, he is just a remnant soul,” the Dragon Sovereign said to Emperor Su Mo.

Even though they did not use voice transmission, Yun He still showed no reaction.

“Prince Gai, I’ll let the young talents under my command try; after all, they also come from a Dao background and might be able to catch the attention of this remnant soul,” Ouyang Xuanzhen said, bowing to Heavenly King Zhen, his voice loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

“Remnant soul, remnant soul,” the Greenwood Sect’s ancestor muttered, smiling coldly. He looked at Fang Chen. “Junior Brother Fang, for countless years, these Dao cultivators have looked down upon and scorned our Master publicly. Do you know why?”

“They’re afraid,” answered Fang Chen.

“Exactly.”

Ancestor Qingmu nodded with a smile. “The more they fear, the more they belittle and scorn Master, as if doing so would alleviate their fear.”

He paused. “Are you ready? Since they want Master’s teachings, they must at least pass our Dao Questions.”

Fang Chen nodded gently.

It was indeed time to set these Dao cultivators straight.

How could a Patriarch be disrespected so lightly?