Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 352

The battle that took place in the Yaoguang Sacred Land quickly spread outside.

When word got out that the Saintess Qin Ruyan had slain an ancient Immortal King, it stirred up a huge uproar in the outside world!

After all, the entire Central Region had been thrown into chaos by the revived ancient Immortal Kings, creating a hellish mess. Many local Cultivators were too afraid to voice their anger, trying their best to avoid the death threats looming over them.

Who would have thought that amidst such a bleak atmosphere, the Saintess Qin Ruyan of the Yaoguang Sacred Land would actually take action and kill an Immortal King-level powerhouse?

It was simply shocking!

At the same time, it greatly boosted the morale of the people.

“See? Our generation of Cultivators isn’t something you old monsters can bully at will!”

“Qin Ruyan is truly impressive! Just as I expected from my goddess!”

“Let’s hope this makes those guys tone it down! No more destruction everywhere!”

“Exactly! Did they really think no one could put them in check?”

The Cultivators excitedly discussed and took pride in the news.

Thanks to this information, intentionally propagated by the Yaoguang Sacred Land, it soon spread like wildfire through every state in the Central Region via sound waves.

Everyone knew about the magnificent achievements Qin Ruyan had accomplished!

“Is this really true?”

When news broke that the Flower Picking Immortal had been killed, many ancient powerhouses displayed astonishment. Although they disliked the Flower Picking Immortal’s persona, they certainly recognized his strength.

After all, if you couldn’t beat him, could you at least run away?

To think that a mere junior from the later generations managed to kill the Flower Picking Immortal—it left them utterly shocked.

What did this imply?

The opponent’s strength was far beyond their imagination!

“Yaoguang Saintess, Qin Ruyan…”

Some Immortal King-level beings coveting the Yaoguang Sacred Land felt a wave of intense fear wash over them, instantly dispelling any thoughts of causing trouble.

Clearly.

Qin Ruyan’s rise to fame after that battle reached sensational levels, allowing the Yaoguang Sacred Land to fend off several ancient powerhouses during that period!

Coincidentally.

Due to the effects of the Yaoguang Sacred Land, many ancient powerhouses were deterred, but a few with ulterior motives sought to extend their claws towards other sacred lands, aiming to further crush the current generation of Cultivators.

Yin-Yang Sacred Ground.

The sky was overcast with dark clouds, creating an oppressive and gloomy atmosphere.

The elders and disciples knelt on the ground, filled with anger as well as fear and unease.

The Yin-Yang Lord was disheveled and battered, his hands bound and hung high on the execution platform, his body gruesomely severed below the waist, bleeding profusely as if he had been cut in half—simply horrifying.

In front of the execution platform, a Lean Tall Man with a stubbly beard, dressed in simple clothes, sat alone on the ground. With striking features and a vicious scar on his cheek, he lifted a jar of wine, drained it, savoring the rich flavor of the celestial liquor.

What caught everyone’s attention was the seven ghostly swords hanging behind him. Although none were unsheathed, if you listened closely, eerie wails could be heard, like spirits crying out.

“This wine you have here isn’t bad,” the Lean Tall Man commented, finishing a jar of wine and wiping his mouth, rare praise escaping his lips.

“E-expert, if you want to drink, we have plenty! We’ll serve you well, but why harm our Lord?” A respected elder gritted through the indignity, unable to tolerate the man’s unreasonable actions.

Not long ago, this ancient powerhouse had suddenly barged into the Yin-Yang Sacred Ground seeking wine, and the Yin-Yang Lord had tried to host him, only to end up severed in half by a single strike.

This left everyone enraged, believing he had come just to stir trouble.

“Heh, do I need to explain myself to you? I do as I please, simple as that,” the Lean Tall Man sneered, implying, “Moreover, this is just the beginning.”

Swish!

A ghostly sword suddenly unsheathed, instantly slicing the core elder in half before being sheathed again.

The severed body fell into a pool of blood.

Everyone’s eyes nearly bulged out; this was a madman!

“The soul of Elder Wang seems to have been sucked out…” an astute elder noticed the ghostly sword’s pattern.

“Indeed, my ghostly swords can absorb souls to enhance their power, and you all are great nutrients. After all, as top sects of the Central Region, each of your souls is stronger than those of many outside,” he said.

“Understand this: dying under my ghostly swords and following me to the pinnacle of the Dao is the greatest honor for you ants.”

The Lean Tall Man smiled sinisterly, revealing the true aim of his visit.

“N-no…”

Hearing this, the Cultivators of the Yin-Yang Sacred Ground fell into complete despair.

This person was just too powerful; even if they banded together, they couldn’t compete!

There was nothing left to do but submit!

Swish~

Once again, a bizarre flash of the ghostly sword erupted, mercilessly slaughtering a large number of disciples as if reaping grain.

The ghostly swords, nourished by souls, emitted a buzzing sound, almost expressing excitement.

More and more were dying, and the air was thick with the scent of blood.

The Cultivators were utterly suppressed by the sword’s might, unable to move. As they listened to the continuous screams around them, their faces turned pale, deeply feeling the weightlessness in their hearts.

“Please, let them go…” The severely injured Yin-Yang Lord spoke weakly.

Facing such tragedy befalling the Yin-Yang Sacred Ground, he, as the Lord, felt powerless and intertwined with guilt, suffering deeply.

“Hehe, why do you think I didn’t kill you right away?”

The Lean Tall Man took another swig from a jar, savoring the rich aroma of the wine, and with a chilling smile said, “Because I want to keep you alive to witness how these people die. Don’t worry; you’ll be the last one!”

He sought to toy with their lives, making the Cultivators suffer in despair and fear as they perished.

This was a twisted mentality, considering life to be as insignificant as grass—or perhaps it could be said to be a higher life form trampling on lower ones.

“Beast…” the Yin-Yang Lord’s voice was barely a whisper, revealing rage on his pale face.

He hated himself for being so weak!

For not being able to protect the Yin-Yang Sacred Ground!

“I don’t want to die!”

“Lord, save me!”

“Ah!”

Screams and cries filled the entire Yin-Yang Sacred Ground.

The Yin-Yang Lord felt completely lost, his face pale as he helplessly awaited his tragic fate.

“Haha, this is interesting, too interesting!” The Lean Tall Man laughed maniacally, relishing the thrill of controlling everything.

In the crowd.

A young man with half-black, half-white hair, his eyes red and with hints of blood tears spilling out, trembled violently—not from fear, but from unprecedented fury.

Watching the nearby disciples and elders fall one by one to the ghostly swords, Ji Baxiao realized that his turn would soon come.

Feeling the danger of death growing stronger, Ji Baxiao could no longer contain his hatred and shouted, his face flushed with rage:

“Damn you!!!”

“Just wait, my elder brother will avenge me! You mad dog, you’ll get what you deserve one day!”

In that instant.

The entire crowd fell silent.

Even the air seemed to stop moving.

The Lean Tall Man slowly put down his jar, his face darkening, “You, what did you say?”

He hadn’t expected that amidst this chaos, a reckless kid would dare to curse at him.

What audacity!

Ji Baxiao showed no fear, puffed out his chest, and coldly laughed, “You mad dog, my elder brother is coming to avenge me, he’s on the way! Enjoy your last moments!”

“Saint Son…”

Everyone felt uncertain.

Is this really true? Or just a last desperate bluff?

From their understanding of their Saint Son, it seemed more likely to be the latter.

After all, Ji Baxiao had a reputation for boasting, and his credibility had been long gone.

“Ah…” The Yin-Yang Lord bitterly smiled, having lost all hope.

Seeing the other party so bold, the Lean Tall Man suddenly felt a twinge of unease.

In this era, all like him had emerged, so maybe this kid really had a powerful backing.

No way, I need to ask!

Better safe than sorry!

“Ahem,” the Lean Tall Man cleared his throat and asked sternly, “So, who is your elder brother?”

“Hmph, my elder brother is the Blade Demon Li Wujie! Ever heard of him?! It must scare you to death!”

Ji Baxiao huffed, pride radiating from him.

The Lean Tall Man furrowed his brow, rapidly searching through memories of past strong ones before shaking his head.

“Never heard of him.”

Ji Baxiao: “……”

Damn it, that puts me in an awkward spot!

Confirming there was no threat, the Lean Tall Man burst into laughter in anger, realizing he’d almost been intimidated by this kid.

Swish, a bizarre flash of the ghostly sword darted out, accompanied by ghostly wails that were particularly chilling.

Ji Baxiao’s hair stood on end, and he cried out, “Brother, save me!!!”

“Ant, die!”

The Lean Tall Man spoke coldly.

But just then, before that eerie sword could reach Ji Baxiao, a Hat Man appearing out of nowhere drew his sword and expertly deflected it.

Clean and agile!

Due to the suddenness of the event, everyone was left stunned, mouths agape.

“Who are you?!”

The Lean Tall Man dropped the jar in hand and stood up abruptly, eyes fixated on the Hat Man in the distance like a venomous snake.

He hadn’t anticipated feeling significant threat from the moment the man drew his sword!

“Little brother, sorry to spook you,” said the Hat Man in a deep voice, standing firm in his black attire, his sharp eyes seeming to pierce through the world’s illusions!

The visitor was none other than Li Wujie!

During this time, he had been studying sword techniques and finally made some breakthroughs, concurrently raising his cultivation level a bit. Although he hadn’t fully become an Immortal Sovereign, he was just a hair’s breadth away.

Initially planning to continue pushing his limits, he received a plea for help from his little brother, a man of honor and loyalty could not stand by, so upon receiving the message, he rushed over immediately.

Li Wujie knew he might be confronting an Immortal King-level powerhouse, but he felt no fear—instead, anticipation and excitement bubbled within him.

His big sword was already raring to go!

Seeing Li Wujie appear, Ji Baxiao behind him first froze, then was overwhelmed with joy, tears streaming down his face as he cried out desperately:

“Big brother, I’ve finally waited for you—”