RPAGF Chapter 1018 Anyone who can't control their mouth, don't blame me for being ruthless.
Chapter 1018 Anyone who can't control their mouth, don't blame me for being ruthless.
Above the Starry Sea Immortal City.
Jade Yang True Immortal, Crimson Bright True Immortal, and the other two seventh-rank True Immortals locked eyes. This time, their eyes were no longer surging with anger or scheming, but rather with an unyielding bitterness and a hint of tacit compromise.
Before a power capable of destroying everything, any obsession is as light as a wisp of smoke, laughable and pale, not even worthy of struggling.
Chi Ming Zhenxian's Adam's apple bobbed heavily, but he ultimately said nothing more. The last flickering flame around him was completely extinguished, and his crimson armor gleamed dullly in the sunlight. The flame patterns on the armor plates seemed to have been ripped from their souls, losing their previous scorching sharpness and lying listlessly on the armor.
As he turned, the tall figure paused slightly in mid-air, the muscles in his shoulder blades tensing as if still struggling with the surging resentment in his heart. In the end, however, he resolutely turned his head away, not looking at Xinghai Trading Company again.
Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand and waved it. The dozen or so True Immortals of the Crimson Sky Immortal Clan behind him understood and silently followed. The group of figures transformed into a streak of crimson light, cleaved through the clouds, and fled towards the eastern horizon.
The speed was still astonishing, but the violent force that had torn the sky apart when they came was gone. All that remained was silence, and even the sound of the air being torn apart seemed listless and powerless, like a group of defeated roosters drooping their wings as they fled the airspace that had caused them to lose face.
Jade Yang True Immortal gazed in the direction where Crimson Bright True Immortal had left. His fingers, hidden beneath his green robe, curled up, his nails almost digging into his palm, leaving several crescent-shaped white marks. Then he slowly relaxed his grip, releasing all his strength.
He cupped his hands in a gesture towards Xingyuan True Immortal, the movement hardly respectful, his elbows slightly bent, more like a reluctant exit etiquette, carrying a hint of perfunctoriness. "Fellow Daoist Xingyuan, farewell."
His voice was somewhat hoarse, as if his throat had been burned by the anger just now, each word was painfully uttered, revealing an unspeakable frustration.
Having said that, he led the Nine Suns Immortal Clan's forces, transforming into a streak of azure light and flying south. As his robes fluttered, the high spirits he had displayed upon arrival were gone, replaced by a desolate scene swept away by the wind.
The other two seventh-rank True Immortals also bowed in unison, remaining silent. One transformed into a dazzling golden ray, speeding westward, the golden light dimming and losing its former sharpness; the other, enveloped in a thick cloud of profound energy, sank northward, his speed not fast, but revealing a hurried eagerness to leave this place, as if a raging flood or ferocious beast was chasing them from behind.
The figures of the four major forces quickly disappeared into the horizon, leaving only the lingering four-colored aura in the void, like crumpled brocade scattered among the clouds, retaining a hint of dishevelment and melancholy, which slowly dissipated in the radiance of Star Sea Immortal City with the breeze.
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Inside the quiet room of Jiuling Manor.
The thirty-six-petaled Primordial Black Lotus floated silently, with chaotic energy flowing like silk on its petals, supporting Su Mo, who was sitting cross-legged, in mid-air.
Looking in the direction of the Star Sea Continent, a cold glint flashed in Su Mo's eyes, like a sword being drawn from its sheath, and then turned into a soft snort, carrying a hint of disdain and coldness: "These old geezers know what's good for them."
As he spoke, Su Mo gently touched the lotus petal with his fingertip. The black lotus hummed, and the chaotic energy on the lotus petal surged violently a few times, as if responding to his thoughts, creating ripples.
"Otherwise, once my cultivation advances further and I break through to the sixth-grade perfect True Immortal realm... the Golden Scale Immortal Clan will be their role model."
The next second...
Su Mo suppressed all outward emotions and slowly closed his eyes. At the center of his brow, a point of chaotic light lit up, like a miniature universe, echoing the Primordial Black Lotus beneath him, forming a pillar of light that pierced through heaven and earth.
He once again immersed himself in cultivation, focusing all his efforts on refining the massive amount of true immortal medicine within his natal sea of cosmos. Streams of pure primordial immortal power, like true dragons, surged and weaved through his limbs and bones, emitting subtle dragon roars as they continuously flowed into his trillions of cellular seas of cosmos, causing each cellular sea of cosmos to steadily expand and grow.
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Above the Starry Sea Immortal City.
Xingyuan Zhenxian stood still, his green robe fluttering in the breeze. He gazed in the direction the four had left, his eyes calm and still. Only when the last breath dissipated did he exhale a breath of turbid air, as if a thousand-pound burden had been lifted.
The oppressive aura emanating from him completely dissipated, and he returned to calm along with the Nine Heavens Star River Formation below, as if the tense confrontation had never happened. The Immortal City once again returned to its former prosperity and order.
Immediately afterwards, the Star Origin True Immortal's figure moved slightly, as if stepping on an invisible star track. With one step, he traversed millions of light-years of void and appeared in the top floor of the Four Seas Trading Company in the center of the Immortal City. The entire building was made of star jade marrow, and the dome was inlaid with hundreds of millions of tiny star crystals, simulating the celestial star map.
The head of the Sihai Trading Company, the sixth-rank peak True Immortal, Xuanhai True Immortal, was the first to bow respectfully. His movements were standard and respectful. Dozens of True Immortals behind him also reacted and bowed in unison. The sound of their robes rustling and the air currents mingled, creating a solemn sound in the spacious top floor of the trading company: "We, your subordinates, respectfully welcome our Ancestor!"
Xuan Hai Zhenxian's voice carried an undisguised reverence, and the thin layer of sweat on his forehead from dealing with the four major forces remained. Now, meeting Xing Yuan Zhenxian's calm yet profound gaze, he felt a chill run down his spine, and the composure he had just maintained almost crumbled. The Zhenxians behind him dared not even breathe loudly, deliberately keeping their breathing soft, for fear of disturbing this pillar of the merchant guild.
Xingyuan Zhenxian's gaze swept over the crowd indifferently, finally landing on Xuanhai Zhenxian. His voice was calm and even, yet it carried a soothing power that made everyone's tense nerves relax slightly: "Get up, everyone."
"Thank you, Ancestor." Xuanhai Zhenxian and the others slowly straightened up, but still stood with their hands at their sides, not daring to look directly at Xingyuan Zhenxian, only daring to look at the jade bricks under their feet.
The glass lamps in the main hall emitted a soft glow, reflecting on Xingyuan Zhenxian's blue robe, but it seemed to be absorbed by his aura of returning to simplicity, devoid of any ostentation. He slowly walked towards the jade throne at the head of the hall, engraved with the celestial map. With each step, the lingering tension in the air dissipated, as if the ripples left by this storm had been smoothed out.
A few breaths later, Xingyuan Zhenxian sat down on the jade throne. His green robe and the star patterns on the throne complemented each other, making him appear even more serene. It was as if he and the star-patterned jade throne were one. He raised his hand and brushed his robe in front of his knees. His gaze slowly swept over Xuanhai Zhenxian and the others. His gaze was not as oppressive as it had been on the four major forces. Instead, it carried a sharpness that pierced people's hearts, as if it could see through every thought in their minds. This made every Zhenxian present feel a tightness in their spine, as if they were being pricked by thorns.
"Xuanhai, and all of you, remember this," he said, his voice not loud, but like the resounding chimes of a bell, echoing throughout the hall, carrying the sound of metal and stone. "The reason why my Xinghai Trading Company has been able to stand firm on the Crimson Sea for countless eons is because of the word 'trustworthiness'. As for the news about that Fellow Daoist Yu Yuan, you must all keep it to yourselves. No one is allowed to gossip about it outside."
He spoke those last few words with extreme emphasis, carrying an undeniable warning. The glass lamps in the hall seemed to tremble, their glows flickering as if shaking at the weight of his words.
Xuanhai Zhenxian's heart tightened, and he subconsciously looked up, his tone filled with a hint of surprise and doubt: "Ancestor, do you suspect... that Fellow Daoist Yu Yuan..." He was stopped halfway through his sentence by the sharp gaze of Xingyuan Zhenxian, and the rest of his words stuck in his throat, turning into a dry swallow, a trace of fear flashing across his face.
Xingyuan Zhenxian tapped his fingertips lightly on the armrest of the jade throne, producing a soft "tap-tap" sound, each sound like a tap on the heartstrings of everyone present. "The Golden Scale Clan—just moments after that brat Jin Yuan went to hunt down Fellow Daoist Yu Yuan, the Golden Scale Clan was wiped out, and even the Qilin Continent was put up for auction," he paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over the sudden change in everyone's expressions, and continued, "Don't you all think this is a bit too much of a coincidence?"
The hall was deathly silent, with only the suppressed breathing of the crowd rising and falling, as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.
"You all know the strength of the Golden Scale Clan. Although they don't have a seventh-grade True Immortal in charge, even if I were to take action, it wouldn't be an easy task for them, given their advantageous location..." Star Origin True Immortal's voice deepened, carrying a hint of fear. "Not to mention, they suppressed all the True Immortals of the Golden Scale Clan so easily with a single palm strike. The person who did this must be an eighth-grade True Immortal, or even stronger."
Then, Xingyuan Zhenxian suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze like lightning, sweeping over every face with a chilling intent, as if to etch a warning into their very bones: "Anyone who can't keep their mouth shut and leaks even half a word, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a faint, peak-level seventh-rank aura flashed through the hall. Although it wasn't directed at anyone, it felt like an invisible mountain pressing down on everyone's hearts, causing the sixth-rank True Immortals, including Xuanhai True Immortal, to change color and subconsciously bow, replying, "Your subordinate will remember the Ancestor's teachings! We will never forget them!"
The voices were uniform and filled with obvious awe. Cold sweat broke out on Xuanhai True Immortal's forehead again, but this time it was not because of the pressure from the four major powers, but because of the fear of the terrifying existence behind that "Fellow Daoist Yu Yuan"—even their ancestor was so wary of such an existence, it was indeed a taboo that they should think twice before even mentioning.
Seeing the solemn expressions on everyone's faces, Xingyuan Zhenxian's sharp brows gradually softened, and the faint but palpable pressure emanating from him completely dissipated, allowing the air in the hall to finally circulate again. His fingertips paused on the armrest of the jade throne, his gaze returning to its peaceful state, yet still carrying an unyielding air of authority.
"It is good that you understand." True Immortal Xingyuan spoke slowly again, his voice now more composed. "Furthermore, you must all be conscientious and responsible for the auction one epoch later. There must be no carelessness whatsoever. If there is even the slightest mistake, you will be beheaded!"
Xuanhai Zhenxian and the others hurriedly and respectfully replied, "Your subordinates obey!"
Xingyuan Zhenxian nodded slightly and said, "As for the commission this time, you should personally contact that Fellow Daoist Huanglong and tell him that Xinghai Trading Company is willing to give up another two percentage points."
Upon hearing this, Xuan Hai Zhenxian and the others were all stunned. They had already given up a lot of benefits because the person who destroyed the Golden Scale Immortal Clan was suspected to be an eighth-grade True Immortal, and only charged a three-point commission. If they gave up another two points, it would be a completely unprofitable deal.
"Ancestor, this..."
Xuanhai Zhenxian couldn't help but speak up, wanting to persuade him, but was interrupted by Xingyuan Zhenxian, whose tone was unquestionable and carried an unassailable air of authority: "Just do as I say! No need for further words!"
"Yes, Your Majesty, I will take care of it immediately."
Xuanhai Zhenxian dared not say anything more and quickly bowed in response.
Xingyuan Zhenxian waved his hand, his gaze fixed on the void outside the hall, as if piercing through the walls of the immortal city and landing in the depths of the distant starry river. "All of you, step back and keep an eye on the merchant guild, lest any more trouble arise."
"Ancestor, we take our leave!"
Xuanhai Zhenxian and the others bowed again, then quietly withdrew from the main hall. The heavy hall doors slowly closed behind them, leaving the figure in green robes and the starlight in the hall in silence.
"I hope my goodwill will satisfy that eighth-grade True Immortal!" True Immortal Xingyuan murmured, gazing at the star map on the dome. His tone carried a hint of prayer, as well as an indescribable heaviness. "The sudden appearance of an eighth-grade True Immortal... I wonder if it's a blessing or a curse for their Star Sea Merchant Guild..."