Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 238

“Patrolling the mountains?”

Everyone’s expressions were a bit strange; if someone didn’t know better, they’d think we were the local bandits.

However, as soon as Li Wujie showed up, the crowd instantly relaxed.

After all, he was the disciple of that renowned figure, known for his incredible sword skills—he earned the title “Blade Demon” long ago!

“Li, you arrived just in time,” Fan Dezhen said in a serious tone. “He’s here from the Cangming Dao Sect, one of the Eight Great Sects in the Central Region, aiming to claim the Hundred Thousand Immortal Mountains for his sect!”

“Be careful, this guy is really strong!” An Miaoyi warned. In her view, Li Wujie’s previous strike was effective due to element of surprise; with the opponent now prepared, it was bound to be a fierce battle.

Sensing their auras were weak, the Great Mushroom King formed hand seals, a wave of emerald green life energy swirling around.

In an instant, Fan Dezhen and An Miaoyi were fully restored; the threat had been averted, and their states returned to peak condition.

“Thank you, friend!” The two looked pleasantly surprised and bowed.

“No, no need to thank me; it was just a small effort,” the Great Mushroom King replied shyly.

Chen Jizi watched all this unfold, shocked. Such a powerful healing spell, wouldn’t it be able to even bring someone back to life?

With such an ability, in the talent-rich Central Region, he would surely be treated like a guest of honor, hailed as a Medical Sage!

And what about that sword cultivator? What was his background?

And who was this “Master” he mentioned?

Chen Jizi realized he might have stumbled into something massive, but given the situation, he couldn’t back down; he had to keep up the tough facade.

“Is this guy from the Central Region? Or one of the Eight Great Sects?” Li Wujie raised an eyebrow, somewhat taken aback.

This was the first time he had encountered someone strong from the Central Region.

To him, the Central Region was always a realm of grand elites, home to powerful figures of the Kunlun Realm.

He never expected someone was coming from there, let alone one of the Eight Great Sects.

“Hmph, scared now, huh? You just chopped off my hand; how are you going to compensate me?!” With the shock on his opponent’s face, Chen Jizi quickly seized the moment to intimidate.

“Compensate you…”

Li Wujie pondered, “How about I chop off another hand for you? Then you’ll have a matching pair?”

Chen Jizi: “???”

With such a bewildering response, the other cultivators couldn’t help but think, no wonder he’s Ye Junlin’s disciple!

“You’re messing with me, aren’t you?!” Chen Jizi snapped, embarrassed and furious. Feeling the strength still coursing through him, he quickly formed a hand gesture and lunged forward at lightning speed.

Boom!

Countless dark hands, infused with deathly energy, erupted into existence, enveloping him with the eerie feeling of the Underworld descending upon the mortal realm.

This was Chen Jizi’s full-strength attack, leaving nothing behind.

An Miaoyi’s heart was in her throat; had it been her, she surely would have been crushed.

To everyone’s surprise, however, Li Wujie looked utterly disdainful, raising his sword high above his head and decisively slashing down.

Without any fancy tactics, it possessed an air of profound simplicity.

Swish!

The dark hands were effortlessly sliced apart—no contest whatsoever.

“Oh no!” Chen Jizi gasped, instinctively trying to dodge.

Splat~

One of his arms was severed, blood spraying everywhere.

“Ahhhhhhh!!!”

The scream was piercingly chilling.

Where his arm had been was now just a gushing fountain of blood; Chen Jizi had become a determined armless man.

“This is my compensation to you; no need to thank me,” Li Wujie said nonchalantly, waving his hand dismissively.

With both arms lost, Chen Jizi’s expression turned to one of sheer rage.

“Thanks a lot, you bastard!”

Despite being at the same Tribulation Stage, the gap in strength was just absurd.

Witnessing this scene, An Miaoyi felt deeply shocked, overwhelmed by a profound sense of defeat.

If that man’s disciple was so strong…?

Li Wujie shook his head, “So rude.”

As he spoke, he gripped the black sword and swung it.

Splat!

Chen Jizi was outright cleaved at the knees and collapsed in a pool of blood, his face twisted in agony.

At this moment, he was hardly the formidable figure he once was.

The crowd of cultivators felt a chill run down their spines but also found a sense of vindication.

Coming into the Eastern Domain looking for glory, thinking they could bully the weak—only to be met with retribution; they could only wish for better luck in their next life.

“Y-You dare tell me your sect and name?!” Chen Jizi struggled to lift his head, eyes wide with fury.

Back in the day, Li Wujie would have kept silent, fearing repercussions for his sect.

But now, knowing the background of his master and having witnessed the scene where the Heavenly Tribulation was banished, he felt a sudden surge of confidence; together with his master, they were invincible!

What was there to fear? If they dared oppose him, he would take them on!

Even if it was one of the Eight Great Sects, or even the Four Great Sacred Grounds, they’d have to bow down!

“Ha, listen closely!”

“The one who will kill you is the Xuantian Sect’s Mysterious Peak master, my most trusted and favored disciple, the strongest sword cultivator in the Eastern Domain—Li Wujie!”

Li Wujie puffed out his chest, speaking with undeniable authority.

The Great Mushroom King behind him wore a look of shock.

Li’s mental fortitude was impressive, saying such shameless things with a straight face…

The others exchanged glances, unable to hold back their thoughts.

“Good, very good! You and your sect will soon face total annihilation!” Chen Jizi burst out, his anger giving way to a flicker of revenge-laden glee.

“Is that your dying wish?”

“Even a dog would shake its head at that!”

Li Wujie’s expression was one of disdain as he delivered a powerful slash.

Boom!!!

A brilliant blade aura that could shatter the heavens enveloped the space, its momentum terrifying.

“Ah…”

A scream erupted, followed by total silence.

When everyone focused again, there was no trace left of Chen Jizi.

Not even a whole corpse!

Li Wujie nonchalantly sheathed his sword and calmly said, “You all carry on. By my master’s command, I came to see what’s so special about this Immortal Mountain and find a few useful items for myself.”

“Thank you for saving our lives, Li!” Everyone quickly bowed in gratitude.

Fan Dezhen had a complex expression. He’d initially thought offending the Cangming Dao Sect would lead to problems for the Xuantian Sect. But thinking again, that wouldn’t be right—if even the Heavenly Tribulation was sent packing by Senior Ye, then this so-called Cangming Dao Sect meant nothing.

With that in mind, it didn’t seem so serious.

At that moment…

In the Central Region…

At the Cangming Dao Sect…

Surrounded by mountains, enveloped in mist, countless rainbows flew about, the scene was quite bustling.

On the highest floating island, majestic and resplendent, stood a golden palace packed with powerful figures, seemingly holding an extremely important meeting.

A tall man in a robe embroidered with clouds sat on the throne, his imposing brow slashing across his forehead, high nose, and deep, shadowy eyes,

Radiating brilliant immortal light, he looked like a divine being from afar, with an aura as vast as the ocean.

This was the Cangming Dao Sect’s Master, Ye Wusheng!

“Master, the Wujidao Sect recently seized several of our resource sites, claiming they were borrowing them and would return them later,” an elder said bitterly.

Ye Wusheng’s forehead twitched.

These damn beasts—do they have any shame?!

“This is outrageous! How can our grand Cangming Dao Sect put up with this?!” Ye Wusheng slammed the armrest and bellowed, “Do you still have any dignity left?”

One elder stiffly stepped forward and said, “Master, the other six great sects are urging us to be patient. What should we do, listen to them or not?”

Ye Wusheng was taken aback.

The other six great sects were siding with the Wujidao Sect—so they were banding together to bully the Cangming Dao Sect?!

As the bottom-tier of the Eight Great Sects, were they destined to be oppressed?

A sense of helplessness tugged at Ye Wusheng’s heart.

“Let’s… let’s just listen for now…”

“After all, they’re doing it for our benefit, right?”

Ye Wusheng rubbed his nose.

This was so embarrassing.

“Uh,”

The elders fell silent, knowing exactly what to expect.

There was no other option.

The Cangming Dao Sect was the bottom of the Eight Great Sects, barely scraping by on reputation.

Now, the environment was cutthroat; all forces in the Central Region were reshuffling, and the Cangming Dao Sect’s status was precarious. In such a situation, who would still want to play with them?

Hence, they were pushed out and suppressed.

Meanwhile, the rising new forces were launching assaults on the Cangming Dao Sect’s status, aiming to seize the chance to enter the ranks of the Eight Great Sects.

Such fierce front-and-rear attacks were unbearable!

Just then…

Ye Wusheng suddenly sensed something, and his expression changed.

As memories of Chen Jizi’s final moments flooded his mind…

Boom!!!

After absorbing all the information, a terrifying wave of immortal power erupted from Ye Wusheng, overshadowing the entire hall with an oppressive pressure, turning everyone pale and at a loss.

“Master, what’s happening?!”

At this moment, Ye Wusheng was furious, his eyes reflecting a horrifying scene of collapsing stars, gritting his teeth, he growled: “Elder Chen was killed in the Eastern Domain!”

“What?!”

The entire hall erupted.

Everyone couldn’t believe it. After all, Elder Chen was a seasoned Tribulation Stage expert, with the protective token granted by the master. How could he not walk through the Eastern Domain unscathed?

Who had such audacity to kill him?

Elder Chen represented the Cangming Dao Sect; his death in the Eastern Domain would be a slap in the face to the sect!

“Elder Chen discovered the emergence of the Hundred Thousand Immortal Mountains in the Eastern Domain and attempted to seize it in the name of the Cangming Dao Sect. However, the cultivators there were reluctant, leading to conflict, and ultimately, his killer was a sword cultivator, an apprentice of the Mysterious Peak master of the Xuantian Sect—Li Wujie!”

Ye Wusheng’s expression darkened.

Through those memories, he witnessed Li Wujie’s strength, and indeed, he was an exceedingly rare existence—but from the perspective of immortals, he was merely a bug!

“Xuantian Sect?”

One elder suddenly grasped the situation, uncertainty flickering in his eyes: “Is that sect’s name somewhat… familiar?”

“I know what you’re hinting at, but the two are absolutely not connected!” Ye Wusheng emphasized.

There were innumerable sects in this world; it was quite normal for names to have similarities!

A small, impoverished sect could never have ties with that place!

“Elder Chen died—