Chapter 92: Nascent Soul Elder of the Lu Clan, Drifting Away from the Dark Storm
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Yu Xian’s eyes sparkled.
The final act had begun.
It no longer mattered whether the Lu Clan was exterminated or Liu Jinyun was repelled or even killed. As long as this didn’t turn into a stalemate, it was all good.
Now that Liu Jinyun had broken through the Lu Clan’s inner city formation, there were only two outcomes left—
Either the Lu Clan would be annihilated by Liu Jinyun, or they would go all-out, burn all their cards, and kill Liu Jinyun instead.
Yu Xian was waiting for either result.
Either was acceptable.
“Hahahaha! Such a petty formation—how could it stop me!?”
With the formation shattered, Liu Jinyun laughed wildly, pressing both hands downward as two massive hundred-zhang-long swords descended upon the inner city.
“Today, the Lu Clan will be wiped from this world! And as for that wretch who killed my disciple… I know you’re still in the city—you won’t escape me!”
His voice echoed like thunder across the city, striking fear and greed into countless hearts.
Many schemers lit up with anticipation.
They were waiting for Liu Jinyun to pave the way—then they too would storm into the Inner City to snatch its riches.
Only Yu Xian did the opposite.
Rather than approaching the inner city, he raced toward the southern gate.
As soon as the three Foundation Establishment sword cultivators guarding the gate were distracted or left, he would seize the chance to escape the city, summon his cloud heron, and fly far away.
With the formation broken and the Lu Clan forced into a corner, they would definitely go all out.
Yu Xian was certain those three cultivators wouldn’t stand idle while their master was attacked—they’d be forced to intervene.
But before Liu Jinyun’s twin swords could fall—
A voice shattered everyone’s greed and momentum, including the momentum of Liu Jinyun’s own swords!
“Liu Jinyun of Skyfall Sword Sect—do you really think you can exterminate my Lu Clan!?”
As this voice resounded, Liu Jinyun’s expression immediately changed!
He sharply raised his hands—the giant swords roared—but no matter how he tried, they could not break free from a formless binding force.
“Skyfall Sword Sect has long been domineering—hoarding secret techniques, treasures, mines, herb lands, and spirit beast habitats… driving us rogue cultivators to suffer endlessly!”
The voice rang out again, as an elder slowly ascended into the sky.
Though his hair and beard were white, his face was youthful—crane-haired, child-faced, hands behind his back, looking coldly at Liu Jinyun.
“Even now, a mere mid-stage Golden Core like you dares to spout nonsense about destroying my Lu Clan? You see us and all rogue cultivators as ants? Skyfall Sword Sect—your arrogance has reached its peak!”
“Very well. As of today, the Lu Clan joins the Rogue Cultivator Alliance! The resources of this world shall no longer be dictated by the Six Great Sects alone!”
“Hahahaha! Brother Lu, you’ve finally seen the light! Welcome to the Alliance!”
Another figure laughed and rose—a middle-aged man, followed by more than a dozen Foundation Establishment cultivators soaring up after him.
From afar, Yu Xian’s sharp eyes caught everything.
Among those dozens of cultivators—he saw a familiar face.
Hong Feng.
The same mysterious cultivator who had assassinated a Skyfall Sword Sect elder!
So the rumors were true—the Lu Clan was indeed colluding with the killer.
Liu Jinyun hadn’t falsely accused them.
But that didn’t matter anymore.
Whether they were guilty or not, what Liu Jinyun did—**charging into the city and trying to massacre the entire Lu Clan over one man—**was too tyrannical.
Even if the Lu Clan harbored the killer, they would never hand him over now.
“Lu Qingquan… you’ve reached Nascent Soul!?”
Liu Jinyun shouted with a trembling voice, full of dread.
He hadn’t expected that in less than a century, the Lu Clan’s patriarch would truly break through to the Nascent Soul realm.
A Nascent Soul cultivator… was one of the strongest beings in all of Eastern Province.
Even the Skyfall Sword Sect’s Grand Elders were only at Nascent Soul stage.
Now, within Clear Spring City—there were two Nascent Soul cultivators.
One was Lu Qingquan.
The other, an unaffiliated rogue cultivator—the mysterious man.
The Rogue Cultivator Alliance… was real.
And they were openly challenging the Six Great Sects.
An ominous sense of danger surged within Liu Jinyun.
The world of cultivation in the Eastern Province… was about to change.
“You brat,” Lu Qingquan said coldly, looking at Liu Jinyun without much interest. “Back when I was a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, you were just a newly established Foundation Establishment cultivator. And now you dare speak my name? Ignorant fool.”
As he spoke, he lifted a hand—
BOOM!
The spiritual pressure of the world trembled—
This was the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator, commanding heaven and earth.
“Agh!! Man-Sword Unity!!”
Liu Jinyun roared as he cast his technique.
Though his third sword hadn’t fully formed, he forcibly summoned it.
The Three Swords of Heaven, Earth, and Man—three massive blades stood across the sky to block the crashing Nascent Soul aura.
“How laughable,” Lu Qingquan sneered.
Liu Jinyun’s reckless actions had cemented Lu Qingquan’s decision—to join the alliance and rebel against the tyranny of the Six Great Sects.
For too long, the Six Great Sects had been domineering.
They hoarded resources, trampled on the weak, and treated rogue cultivators like cattle.
But now, the rogue cultivators would rise.
BOOM!!
The three giant swords shattered instantly, spinning backward.
This was the power of Nascent Soul.
No mid-stage Golden Core could stand against it.
“PFFFT!!”
Liu Jinyun vomited blood—along with chunks of his internal organs—as he was sent flying, broken and defeated.
Seeing this, Yu Xian wasted no time.
He bolted toward the south gate.
Just as expected—the three Skyfall Sword Sect disciples in the sky were stunned.
They didn’t even try to stop Yu Xian from escaping—they could only stare in shock as their sect elder was slapped away like a fly.
Their minds went blank.
“Is… is the world changing…?”
A rogue cultivator had killed a Golden Core elder of the Skyfall Sword Sect… and now, another rogue cultivator—a Nascent Soul—was leading an open rebellion?
What would become of them?
“HAHAHA! Well done, Brother Lu! From today onward, the Rogue Cultivator Alliance begins its first war against the Six Great Sects!”
“All Lu Clan disciples, hear me! Seal the four city gates! Do not let a single thief who tried to rob or kill our kin escape!”
“Slaughter the sixteen Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Skyfall Sword Sect camped outside the city! Leave no one alive!”
Those shouts echoed behind Yu Xian, but as he ran farther and farther, they soon faded into the wind.
No one stopped him.
Once he was out of the city, Yu Xian took to the skies, flying swiftly south.
“Rogue Cultivator Alliance… declares war… on the Six Great Sects…”
As he flew, Yu Xian pondered.
He felt like he had just witnessed the beginning of something historic.
Something that might shake the entire Eastern Province.
This was the rogue cultivators uniting—
A rebellion that might overturn the heavens and flip the earth.
Big trouble… very big trouble…
Frowning slightly, Yu Xian continued fleeing south.
After flying for dozens of miles, he waved a hand—
With a loud cry, his Cloud Heron emerged before him.
Without hesitation, he tossed a spirit beast pill into its beak and leapt onto its back.
With another cry, the Cloud Heron took off—soaring over a thousand meters in an instant, flying even faster than most Foundation Establishment cultivators, carrying Yu Xian away toward the horizon.
As the events of Clear Spring City faded into the distance, Yu Xian kept the memories in his heart, but didn’t let them weigh on him.
The Rogue Cultivator Alliance, the rebellion, the chaos that might engulf the land—
None of it was something he could control.
If he couldn’t stop it or change it, then he would adapt and survive.
The great drama in Clear Spring City had only just begun.
But Yu Xian had already left the stage.
He rode the Cloud Heron for three hours.
When it showed signs of fatigue, he fed it another spirit beast pill and returned it to its pouch to rest.
He had flown more than 500 miles—far enough from the chaos.
Yu Xian finally relaxed.
He had escaped that storm of bloodshed.
If he had been pulled any deeper, he might not have made it out alive.
But this journey had brought him many gains.
He had memorized the regional map, ensuring he wouldn’t get lost again.
He had acquired a reliable mount, the Cloud Heron.
If nothing went wrong, he’d return to Zhaoyun Sect within 200 days.
He had obtained a spirit beast pouch, more valuable than any high-grade storage bag.
And lastly, the Wood Vine Divine Ability—a truly great harvest.
Yu Xian was very satisfied.
While the Cloud Heron rested, Yu Xian didn’t waste time.
He landed near a mountain stream, found a large boulder, and began cultivating:
The Eternal Spring Wood Art, and continued comprehending the Wood Vine Divine Ability.
Though not part of the same lineage, the two techniques were highly compatible.
Using the wood spirit energy produced by the Eternal Spring Art to power Vine Whip, the vine became even greener and more vibrant.
It gradually grew to two and a half zhang long, with explosive cracking sounds as it moved.
With a single whip, he could now snap a tree thicker than a grown man’s waist.
If he could wield five or six vines, each over five or six zhang in length, their power in battle would be terrifying—and extremely difficult to counter.
What a spell.
Yu Xian smiled as he ended his session.
An hour later, he leapt from the stone, washed his face in the stream, and gazed at the setting sun.
It was time.
Time to go home.
A long cry sounded as the rested Cloud Heron was released.
Yu Xian patted its back fondly, gave it another pill, and mounted.
With a final cry, the Cloud Heron spread its wings and soared into the sky.
Under the glowing sunset, it flew south—soon becoming just a dot in the sky before vanishing completely.
