Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 335

Tianxuan State.

Xuantian Holy Land.

The Lord Jiang Tianming paced back and forth, feeling anxious and uneasy inside.

Previously, he had sent Liu Qingming to the Eastern Domain to investigate the Xuantian Sect, only to have him return with all sorts of absurd tales.

Believing the stories were sheer nonsense, he angrily ordered for Liu Qingming to be locked up in the Heavenly Prison.

Unexpectedly, the Red Demon really had a Master, who had recently made a grand display of power, killing the Alien Races that were wreaking havoc in Tianyuan State.

That was an Immortal King!

And just like that, they were taken down in a single stroke by the Red Demon’s Master!

What kind of unfathomable strength did that take to accomplish so effortlessly?!

For this reason, Jiang Tianming was panicking inside; he even began to think Liu Qingming’s rumors might hold a grain of truth.

But the problem was, it sounded way too ridiculous, right?

Yet, if he didn’t believe it, how could he explain their extraordinary power?

These days, Jiang Tianming’s mind was in turmoil, feeling like he was in deep trouble.

Suddenly, a loud voice called from outside, “Lord, look who I’ve brought!”

Jiang Tianming instinctively looked over, and upon seeing the visitor, he immediately tensed up, stammering, “This, this person is…”

“Lord, this is Senior Ye. He’s just come to visit our Holy Land!”

Lin Duxiu smiled and said.

“So this is the Xuantian Holy Land? Doesn’t look like much. Compared to our Xuantian Sect, it’s lacking significantly.”

“Xiao Li, while you’re speaking the truth, we are guests from afar and should mind our manners.”

“Master, the disciple understands!”

Ye Junlin and the others strolled in, casually taking in the scenery of the Xuantian Holy Land like tourists.

In fact, the cultivation environment of the Xuantian Holy Land was already the best among all sects in the Central Region, but thanks to Ye Junlin’s renovations, the Xuantian Sect’s environment was even better than that of the Xuantian Holy Land.

“Hey, you’re the Holy Master of Xuantian?” Ye Junlin said, hands behind his back as he entered the Great Hall, spotting the fidgety Jiang Tianming at a glance.

Seeing this young man, Jiang Tianming felt his heart race.

This was the unparalleled figure traversing the Central Region—Senior Ye!

Jiang Tianming didn’t dare to be negligent and clasped his hands, forcing a smile, “I am the Holy Master of Xuantian, Jiang Tianming.”

It’s funny to say, normally, the Xuantian Sect is just a branch of the Xuantian Holy Land, meaning the cultivators from the Xuantian Sect would have to show utmost respect, like a vassal prince meeting the sovereign.

Yet now, the positions were completely reversed.

One might even think Ye Junlin was the Holy Master.

“Then I’ll just call you Xiao Jiang from now on!”

Ye Junlin stated plainly.

Xiao… Xiao Jiang?!

Jiang Tianming almost questioned his hearing.

I am the Holy Master of Xuantian!

Thinking back to those years, I was the strongest figure in the Central Region!

Who wouldn’t respect me as Holy Master Jiang when they see me?

And yet here you are, calling me Xiao Jiang?

I protest!

“Pfft~”

Seeing Jiang Tianming’s ugly expression, Lin Duxiu burst out laughing before quickly realizing he shouldn’t and hastily closed his mouth.

Suddenly, Jiang Tianming seemed to have thought of something, gaining confidence, he waved his sleeve and coldly said:

“Senior Ye, this might not be appropriate. I, Jiang, am a person of status, being referred to as Xiao Jiang—what kind of words are those if that gets out!”

“Moreover, I am honored as the Holy Master, while you are just a member of the Xuantian Sect!”

“Just a reminder, don’t get the hierarchy mixed up!”

As soon as he finished speaking…

The temperature in the hall dropped suddenly.

Everyone looked astonished, shocked by Jiang Tianming’s sudden assertiveness.

“Oh, you’re getting cheeky, huh? Don’t hold me back, let me chop this old bastard first.”

Li Wujie had a sinister look in his eyes, gripping the hilt of his sword, ready to draw.

“I’ll take care of disposing of the body later. We can easily establish a more obedient new Holy Master,” Hong Qianye coldly smirked, raising her hand to show terrifying red flames.

The atmosphere grew tense.

Lin Duxiu, frightened, dashed into the middle and yelled, “Wait! Everyone calm down! The Lord didn’t mean it!”

“Duxiu, don’t forget which side you’re on. This is the Xuantian Holy Land, and outsiders can’t overstep!” Jiang Tianming barked.

Lin Duxiu froze, then awkwardly turned his head to give Jiang Tianming a surprised look, as if silently asking,

“How dare you?”

For Lin Duxiu, it was incomprehensible that Jiang Tianming was acting so out of character.

Lord, you don’t actually think Senior Ye would care about your status, do you?

You’re just a Profound Immortal, and you dare to contradict an Immortal King?

Can’t you tell the difference between ranks anymore?

You’re being foolish!

“Duxiu, step back.”

Ye Junlin waved his hand.

Unseen, a force pushed Lin Duxiu away from the center of the group, leaving him feeling uneasy and not daring to complain.

Ye Junlin looked directly at the Middle-aged Man before him, amusedly saying, “Looks like you really have a problem with the name Xiao Jiang.”

“Of course!”

Jiang Tianming snapped back, “How could someone of my stature accept such a casual nickname? If this gets out, where will the dignity of this Holy Master go?”

His tone was quite firm!

“Oh?”

“Since you mentioned dignity, do you really think it’s something earned just by status? Do you think you have the qualifications to yell at me from your position?”

Ye Junlin’s tone was calm but carried an air of pressure as he spoke the last part.

Boom!

A terrifying wave of authority descended upon them.

Jiang Tianming felt a sudden weight, dropping to his knees, forehead beaded with sweat, unable to move, as though he was carrying a mountain of blades on his back, the pressure was overwhelming.

“Uh, ah,”

Jiang Tianming’s face turned red as he let out a low growl filled with rage.

“Ah,” Lin Duxiu sighed.

Lord, why must you do this?

If you want to show off, you have to pick the right occasion!

“Now, do you have a change of heart?” Ye Junlin casually said.

“You, Mr. Ye, though your cultivation is profound, I am not just some soft persimmon to be squeezed! I, Jiang, have the Xuantian Holy Land backing me—”

“Alright, alright. Just let your backing come out, I’m getting tired of playing along.”

Ye Junlin interrupted Jiang Tianming, getting straight to the point.

In fact, since entering the Xuantian Holy Land, he had sensed something was off. It seemed there was an ancient aura lurking about, which resembled that of the Resurrected he had encountered earlier.

Clearly, the Xuantian Holy Land was also backed by an Immortal King-level being.

Out of caution and curiosity, Ye Junlin thought of using Jiang Tianming to lure out that guy.

At this point, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Lin Duxiu was astonished; no wonder the Lord dared to stand up to Senior Ye; it turned out there was a big shot backing him!

But the question was, could that big shot compare to Senior Ye?

“Well, well, since you’ve figured it out, I won’t beat around the bush.”

Jiang Tianming, angrily laughing, then pushed against the ground, lifting his head, and with a hoarse voice said:

“Senior Gou, please come out and help me!”

His rich voice echoed thunderously, full of immense Immortal Power, reaching deep into the forbidden area of the Xuantian Holy Land.

After shouting, Jiang Tianming wore a confident expression, “Just wait; Senior Gou will be here soon!”

He knew well of Senior Gou’s impressive powers; when he first appeared, not only was he at the ninth level of Immortal King, but he was also from the top ancient demon clans, on par with divine beasts.

What a creature of such caliber, who in the Central Region would dare to rival?

Thus, even after learning that Ye Junlin was strong, Jiang Tianming still felt Senior Gou was no less than him.

At best, it would be an even match!

“Who is this ancient friend?” Canglang Jun, standing behind the others, asked with suspicion.

Though he was at the Immortal King level, he was the lowest among Ye Junlin’s entourage.

At this moment, upon sensing that a potential Resurrected might show up, Canglang Jun couldn’t help but feel curious.

Suddenly.

Several seconds passed.

There was no response from the Xuantian Holy Land.

Seeing this, everyone looked weirdly at one another.

“This…”

Jiang Tianming started to sweat, inwardly cursing.

How strange, why isn’t Senior Gou coming out?

How awkward!

“Senior Gou, hurry up and show yourself! I need your help!”

“Um, I know your status is high, but I really need your assistance this time!”

“Please come out! Everyone is waiting!”

“I’m begging you…”

Jiang Tianming’s expression shifted from anxious to frantic.

Wasn’t it promised he would protect him? And this was what he got?

He regretted it all; had he known, he would have just caved in from the start instead of pretending to be tough.

Now it was too late, and how humiliating!

Ye Junlin was growing impatient and snapped:

“Hey, I know you’re hiding in there! Hurry up and come out, or I’ll slice you in two!”

His clear voice, like thunder, echoed throughout the Xuantian Holy Land, causing countless disciples and elders to feel terrified.

The next moment.

A panicked voice suddenly shouted from outside, “Hey there, my friend, don’t be agitated! Let’s talk this out! Peace is precious!”

Everyone looked over.

A man in a black and yellow Daoist robe, with faded yellow hair and a dog-nosed old man, rushed in in a flurry, fearing he might end up cut down at any moment.

“Senior Gou, you…” Jiang Tianming sensed something was off.

Ye Junlin scrutinized the old man, squinting and saying, “What is this, looking all doggish?”

“Friend, you’re joking! My true form is a dog!” the Yellow-haired Old Man replied honestly.

“A dog?”

Ye Junlin raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, a dog!”

As he said this, the Yellow-haired Old Man’s head turned into that of a dog, shiny yellow fur sprouting all over his body, barking excitedly.

Then he quickly transformed back, revealing an awkward yet polite smile, “See? Now you believe me, right?”

“See, this is what professionalism looks like!” Ye Junlin pointed at the Yellow-haired Old Man, twisting back—