Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 239

After some time, every corner of the Hundred Thousand Immortal Mountains had been explored by cultivators from the Eastern Domain, many of whom had benefited greatly, boosting their cultivation levels rapidly.

In the past, a Transformation Stage cultivator could roam around and earn respect, but now, they were as common as dirt. In some major cultivation families, a Transformation Stage cultivator was only fit to guard the entrance!

Unity Stage was barely acceptable, while the Great Ascension Stage was the backbone. Even though the number of Tribulation Stage cultivators was soaring, anyone below True Immortal still counted as top-tier combat strength.

This was the current state of affairs in the Eastern Domain!

Everyone was caught in a struggle for strength, pushing themselves to the limit.

If you didn’t keep up, you’d be left in the dust, and by the time you wanted to catch up, you’d realize you were way behind the average line.

Amid this frenzied urgency, there stood the Xuantian Sect.

Here, mist swirled and spiritual energy was rich, with spirit springs gushing forth; it was truly a rare holy land for cultivation.

Disciples and elders were diligently training, not daring to slack off for even a moment.

“Master Ye is truly amazing! He managed to arrange formations that transformed the sect to this level!”

“Is it true that our Xuantian Sect now has nine hundred and ninety-nine Immortal Veins?”

“Of course! In this kind of environment, even a pig could take off!”

“Waaah, I’m crying! Master Ye has been so good to us! We must train our hearts out to live up to his good intentions!”

“Sorry, everyone! I was terribly lazy yesterday and completely zoned out for a full two seconds during training. I’m not even human! I swear I’m not human!” (Starts slapping himself in the face)

“Brother Luo, don’t be like this! Brother Luo!”

…

Just the other day, Ye Junlin, looking for something to do, set up multiple Nine-rank Heavenly Formations in the Xuantian Sect, dramatically improving the internal cultivation environment and causing the spirit veins to gradually transform into Immortal Veins.

You should know, even now when the world is reviving and Immortal Veins are popping up across the five domains, they are still extremely rare. Other sects would be over the moon just to snag one.

But at the Xuantian Sect, there were a whopping nine hundred and ninety-nine Immortal Veins!

If this news got out, it would definitely cause a huge uproar in the Kunlun Realm!

On the Mysterious Peak.

In the courtyard of Fallen Immortal Island, a handsome young man with silver hair down to his waist tossed some feed into a pond, attracting a swarm of golden carp competing to eat.

While those carp looked like they were enjoying their meal, in reality, they felt distressed.

Their true forms were from the Dragon clan, and they usually consumed only the rarest ingredients, but now? They were eating what tasted like cardboard—totally lacking any nutrition.

However, due to Ye Junlin’s status, they had no choice but to play along and pretend to gobble down the food.

“Hm? Is that fish wasting food?”

With keen eyes, Ye Junlin noticed that among the fish, one old carp was particularly clever. It pretended to eat the feed, then spat it out just moments later.

Its tactic was all about participation!

“Wasting food is shameful; it seems this fish cannot be kept any longer. I’ll just make it into fish head soup later,” Ye Junlin mused thoughtfully.

The old carp, feeling smug about its little trick, was startled to hear that and immediately swallowed everything it had spit out.

In an instant, its eyes nearly rolled back into its head, turning into dead fish eyes.

Oh, the horror!

As an elder of the Dragon clan, how had it fallen to this point?

“Great-great-grandpa, take it easy! I’ll even give you my leftovers!” said a little carp telepathically.

The old carp’s eyes brimmed with “gratitude.” You’re such a good grandson!

Meanwhile, the farm chickens were also at their wit’s end.

Recently, the new island master had taken a fancy to cockfighting shows, so they were forced to get into fights, struggling away with one another.

As they saw the younger ones fighting fiercely, the older hens couldn’t help but sigh internally:

This is exhausting for a chicken…

The little donkey tied up in the stable had even more grievances.

Because it had called out “ee-aw” a few times in front of the island master, it was forced to change its calls, and now every time it opened its mouth, it made a chaotic mix of animal noises.

At that moment.

After feeding the fish, Ye Junlin observed the carp in the pond, furrowing his brow and muttering to himself:

“Wow, they eat so well? Next time I’ll have to bring more!”

Hearing this, the carp nearly passed out.

If you really cared about us, you wouldn’t keep coming to feed us!

Sometimes, they really felt helpless…

Suddenly, a clear and youthful voice called from above, “Master, it’s time to eat! Come quickly!”

“Oh snap, meal time!”

Swish, Ye Junlin immediately took off, leaving Fallen Immortal Island behind.

As the young man exited the courtyard, all the beings breathed a sigh of relief.

“Cough, that was awful! What on earth is the island master feeding us?”

“The worst part is, he comes almost every day, three meals a day! I’m about to puke! Ugh~”

“Ahh, being a fish is so hard these days!”

In the pond, the carp grumbled.

Meanwhile, the farm chickens were also in distress, “At least you guys just eat! We not only have to eat, but we also have to put on cockfighting shows for him!”

“Cooking fish can’t be that hard?”

“Cooking chicken is tough!”

By the stable, the little donkey stood up indignantly and exclaimed, “Woof woof! Do you have it worse than me? I’ve completely forgotten what it’s like to bray! Meow!”

All beings quieted down and looked at the little donkey.

“Seriously, on this matter, I think the island master is in the right!” the old hen said earnestly.

The other beings nodded in agreement.

Upon hearing this, the little donkey was utterly frustrated, “You guys are too much! Don’t you have any sympathy? I’m a donkey, bleh!”

The old hen replied mockingly, “Sorry, but I can’t resonate with that.”

“No wonder you’re a chicken!”

The little donkey huffed in indignation.

“Who are you cursing?” the old hen and a group of fellow hens surrounded it, glaring fiercely.

“Miss Liu, could you judge this? Did I say anything wrong? Awooo~!” the little donkey ended with a wolf-like howl.

Seeing all this, the willow tree felt speechless.

Right now.

The outside world was in turmoil with everyone busy competing fiercely, while their island master, Ye Junlin, was chillin’, living a leisurely life every day.

Either feeding fish or calling chickens.

To this, the willow tree couldn’t comment.

After all, he was favored by the Heavenly Dao, right?!

“Everyone, let’s think positively; isn’t this also a form of cultivation?” the willow tree racked its brains to say.

All beings fell silent.

You understand cultivation.

Meanwhile, outside, Ye Junlin was enjoying a delicious feast with his disciples, eating and drinking together.

“Brother Hong, you seem a bit preoccupied these days?” Li Wujie glanced at Hong Qianye curiously.

“Nope.”

Hong Qianye shook her head, a trace of brilliance flashing in her eyes.

It would be a lie to say she wasn’t troubled.

Not long ago, she overheard Li Wujie mentioning conflicts that had arisen in the Immortal Mountain, which reminded her of old grudges from the Central Region with the Eight Great Sects.

The faces of those enemies surfaced one after another in her mind, stirring up a desire for revenge within her.

With her current strength, if she returned to the Central Region, she would surely be able to stir up a storm!

But how would she explain this to her master?

Hong Qianye felt troubled.

After all, from the beginning, she had concealed her true identity.

Now, mentioning this would likely lead others to think she was getting too confident and wanted to go solo!

That was a major taboo in her sect!

“Xiao Hong, are you feeling unwell?” Ye Junlin put down his chopsticks and asked earnestly.

Hong Qianye thought long and hard, summoning the courage to speak, “Master, I…”

Before she could finish, she was interrupted by the next line.

“Drink more hot water!”

After issuing that instruction, Ye Junlin returned to vigorously eating. She had to admit, Xiao Xi’s cooking had improved; even the spiritual rice was now delicious.

Simply amazing!

Hong Qianye: “…”

What does ‘drink more hot water’ even mean?!

Meanwhile.

Far in the sky, a thunderous roar echoed, as a group of formidable figures formed a queue, charging aggressively into the Eastern Domain!