Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 255

Liu Qingming was feeling pretty miserable; he might as well have just joined the Xuantian Sect instead of making a long trip back to give a report, only to end up locked up like a madman.

Who could be worse off than him?

No matter how much he called out or begged, it didn’t change the fact that he was stuck in the Heavenly Prison.

As the cries outside grew quieter, Jiang Tianming’s anger finally started to ease.

“Hmph! A stubborn dead duck!”

He flicked his sleeve.

Jiang Tianming’s gaze shifted continuously, coldly stating, “It seems the Xuantian Sect is indeed under the control of the Red Demon. Even the people I sent out have had their memories despicably altered by him. What a vicious method.”

He didn’t believe Liu Qingming’s outrageous tales, which sounded even more ridiculous than what the storytellers in the Central Region spun.

The only possible explanation was that the Red Demon was pulling crazy stunts to hype up Senior Ye, trying to intimidate the Central Region.

Unfortunately, this dirty trick was too crude; only fools would be scared by it.

One could fool others, but don’t get fooled yourself!

“Since you want to play, I’ll let your enemies join in on the fun.”

Jiang Tianming sneered, beginning to issue orders.

Wujidao Sect.

Sect Master Feng Qingyang received the Holy Master’s decree, finally releasing the weight that had been hanging over him.

Now he could finally fulfill his earlier declaration and officially launch an assault on the distant Red Demon in the Eastern Domain!

If not, that grand announcement he made about the Demon Slayer would have been nothing but an empty show.

After all, the longer he delayed, the more rumors swirled outside.

People thought he was just backing down, all talk and no action.

“Transmit the order, gather the sect’s troops!”

“Let’s march east to slay demons!”

With the booming voice echoing through the great hall, it resounded like thunder across Wujidao Sect.

Ding ding ding~!

Urgent bells rang out.

Not only Wujidao Sect, but one by one, various sects were mobilizing.

Swish swish swish, a multitude of immortals appeared, radiating terrifying auras.

Boom!

The Central Region felt like it was about to explode.

Cultivators felt their skin crawl, shocked and more than certain about the impending disastrous fate of the Red Demon.

“Wow, there must be at least thirty thousand immortals here, right?”

“Geez, is this the depth of the Eight Great Sects?”

“Hey, it seems like only the Cangming Dao Sect didn’t act. I hear they’re holding a funeral for Elder Wei.”

“What the hell! How many days has it been? The funeral’s still not over?!”

As the Demon Slaying war kicked off, all the various states in the Central Region were thrown into an uproar, every broadcasting station was urgently reporting this major news.

After all, the target of this assault was none other than the infamous Red Demon Hong Qianye, who had once dominated the scene!

Cangming Dao Sect.

At the funeral, Ye Wusheng knelt alone in front of the portrait, feeling an indescribable sorrow.

He initially thought they’d be fighting soon and didn’t take the funeral seriously, but for some reason, Wujidao Sect was slow to act, forcing him to genuinely hold an extravagant funeral to mislead the outside world.

He thought a few days’ delay would allow Wujidao Sect to act, but without realizing it, the delay had turned into forty-nine days!

During this time, fearing spies would catch on, he had to pretend to be grief-stricken at the funeral, mourning for Elder Wei.

Ye Wusheng knew that with Feng Qingyang’s nature, he would definitely send someone to secretly watch him. If he slipped up now, it would raise suspicions and force a reevaluation of the threat posed by Hong Qianye.

If that happened, wouldn’t he just throw away resources and become the scapegoat?

No way.

Ye Wusheng told himself that he had to endure!

As the saying goes, if you can’t stand the small annoyances, it leads to big chaos.

It’s just acting, right? Then I’ll put on the full show!

So, he remained at the funeral, suffering in the dull wait.

Staring at the massive portrait before him, where Elder Wei sported a smile, Ye Wusheng suddenly felt as if the elder was mocking him, intensifying his frustration.

Ah, so maddening!

But there was nothing he could do; as long as Wujidao Sect didn’t act, the funeral had to keep going.

Just then.

A flurry of excited voices rang from behind him, “Reporting to the Sect Master! The Seven Great Sects have begun to move! The army of immortals is heading towards the Eastern Domain!”

Ye Wusheng’s head snapped up, his breath quickening.

Is this really happening?

Finally, he didn’t have to keep pretending, looking like a clown kneeling at a funeral for everyone to see!

Overwhelmed with joy, Ye Wusheng felt like he was bursting out, as if he had finally seen the light after suffering through the darkness.

In the next moment, his shoulders shook as he threw his head back in wild laughter, “Hahaha! Hehehee!”

The elders behind him stared, dumbfounded, thinking, “Is he seriously that happy he’s gone mad?”

Gradually, Ye Wusheng reined in his manic laughter, standing up and looking at Elder Wei’s portrait with a cold expression.

“All these days, you’ve made me feel sick!”

With that, he flicked his sleeve, and the portrait turned to dust, vanishing into thin air, taking the entire funeral setup with it!

Revived and brimming with spirit, Ye Wusheng swept away all his previous gloom and frustration. He was eager to showcase his talents now.

Because he knew full well, this massive army of immortals heading east would never return.

Seizing this rare opportunity, not only could he reclaim resources lost by Cangming Dao Sect, but he could also recklessly plunder the territories of the other Seven Great Sects.

“Hehe, you all thought I was a soft push-over? Well, it’s high time for me to toughen up!”

At the same time.

Taichu Holy Land.

In a simple grass hut.

An old man dressed in a wide, plain hemp robe, with a compassionate expression, sat quietly in meditation, exuding a boundless aura of the immortal path.

Suddenly, respectful voices from outside interrupted, “Holy Master, Wujidao Sect has begun to act.”

Swish!

The Taichu Holy Master abruptly opened his eyes, revealing terrifying scenes of stars collapsing within. His thin lips moved to utter a phrase, “Leave.”

“Yes!”

Inside the grass hut.

The Taichu Holy Master sat like a stone statue, deep in thought.

Years ago, during the Immortal War, he was among the strongest, wielding magical artifacts against Hong Qianye!

To the outside world, he appeared as someone with a deep sense of justice; in reality, there were hidden motives behind the scenes.

Among those who coveted Hong Qianye’s beauty, there were passionate followers, and also this lustful old Taichu Holy Master!

He had a peculiar obsession: he loved beautiful people, regardless of gender.

Especially men, who excited him even more!

Back then, the Taichu Holy Master even hinted to Hong Qianye that if she willingly abandoned her cultivation to serve him, he would grant her a chance at life.

After all, as a major figure in the demonic path and the leader of the Fire Cult, being able to train such a person would undoubtedly boost his sense of achievement.

The Taichu Holy Master believed this was quite sincere of him, risking a lot to protect this demon lord was against his revered identity as the leader of Taichu Holy Land.

Unexpectedly, Hong Qianye not only flat-out rejected him but mocked him as an old pervert. This caught the Taichu Holy Master off guard, leaving him furious and vulnerable.

Soon after, the Immortal War broke out, and the Taichu Holy Master personally took the field, wielding a magical artifact and driving Hong Qianye into retreat, determined to strike her down for good.

Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned; that Red Demon resurfaced!

At this moment.

The Taichu Holy Master sighed.

He understood Hong Qianye’s demeanor, knowing she was the type to avenge any grievance. If she came back, he would undoubtedly face dire consequences.

As for the vigorous assault by Feng Qingyang and others, the Taichu Holy Master didn’t actually hold out much hope.

Years ago, Hong Qianye had displayed exceptional talent, reaching the ninth level of True Immortal, with combat skills unmatched. If he hadn’t wielded a magical artifact, that Immortal War might have turned out differently.

Now, with the world changing rapidly, that once-mighty demon lord’s cultivation must have reached an indescribable level.

He felt a sense of unease brewing within.

“Alas, I can only seek out assistance from that one,” he murmured, his old voice laced with helplessness.

Inside the grass hut, the old man seated on the mat vanished in an instant.

When he reappeared, he was in an underground palace constructed at the bottom of Taichu Holy Land.

The palace was suffused with eerie aura, a strong stench of blood filling the air.

The Taichu Holy Master walked deeper into the palace, his expression increasingly complicated. Before him was a gigantic blood pool, bubbling ominously, with countless desiccated corpses—men, women, old, and young—floating atop, a truly horrifying sight.

“Lord Blood Slayer, I have a request,” the Taichu Holy Master’s aged face displayed a respectful demeanor as he cupped his hands in salute.

As soon as he finished speaking.

The blood pool erupted into frothy chaos.

A tall figure with fleshy wings slowly rose from the blood.

With long black hair cascading over his shoulders and chest, his skin had an unhealthy pallor, his face gaunt with pronounced cheekbones, and his eyes glinted a bizarre blood-red, radiating an icy indifference.

Clearly, this man was not of the human race.

Boom!

With his appearance, a mountain-like pressure weighed down in the palace, nearly suffocating the Taichu Holy Master.

The Taichu Holy Master was secretly shocked; just how far had this being’s power returned?