IS Chapter 137

“However, the actions of the Upper Purity Mountain are truly impossible to condone,” Su Yizhen said.

“I am a disciple and cannot control the sect. But living in this world, I can at least decide where this body belongs,” Su Yizhen said.

His fingers lightly caressed the faintly cracked sword. Su Yizhen removed his fingers from his Life-Bound Sword and raised two fingers together. At his fingertips, spiritual power burned like fire.

“Yizhen!”

Spiritual power shot towards Su Yizhen, but No Self Sword stirred slightly, and sword energy rippled out, dissolving it into nothingness.

“The sect has nurtured me for nearly twenty years. All my cultivation has been achieved in the Upper Purity Mountain,” Su Yizhen pointed two fingers towards the space between his eyebrows.

“All sword techniques were taught by generations of predecessors in the Sword Tomb.” His finger, imbued with spiritual power, pointed solemnly at his heart.

“Venturing into the world, the resources I used, the courtesy I received, were all because I was a disciple of the Sword Sect.” His finger touched his Purple Palace.

“Today, as I leave the sect, I return all to the sect,” Su Yizhen said.

As he lowered his fingers, all his cultivation transformed into spiritual power and dissipated. In the void, one could feel the fluctuation of cultivation being completely abandoned, like a nine-storied tower collapsing layer by layer, the deafening sound shocking the soul.

Su Yizhen’s body swayed in place, the color completely draining from his face.

“The sword meridian in my heart was never a possession of the Upper Purity, and I have my own explanation for it. My Life-Bound Sword was refined from Great Yao Meteor Crystal gifted by the Swordsmith and also has nothing to do with the Upper Purity. This body will only retain these two things.”

“From now on, if the Sword Sect is in trouble, Yizhen will definitely return. But if it concerns the Dao Sect or the Main Sect, I will have to refuse.”

After speaking, a mouthful of blood finally spurted out, and he teetered on the verge of collapse.

“Rebellious disciple, how dare you!” The Second Elder angrily drew his sword and slashed directly at his beloved disciple.

How could the dispersal of one’s cultivation be a trivial matter? The spiritual platform, internal organs, and meridians were all severely damaged. Where could he go from now on?

Su Yizhen remained still, allowing his master to act.

In the end, the Second Elder stopped and tossed the sword in his hand to the ground with a clang.

This action invigorated all the sword cultivators present. How could a sword cultivator’s Life-Bound Sword be thrown away so casually? This was a great disrespect!

The Second Elder, having discarded his sword, looked pale and turned to cup his fist in salute to the Sword Sect Master.

“Yizhen has scattered his cultivation, I have nothing to say. Today, I will abandon my Life-Bound Sword and leave with my disciple. Senior brother, from now on, take care of yourself.”

The Sword Sect Master looked at them coldly and said decisively, “Then let it be as you and your Life-Bound Sword part ways!”

Looking at Su Yizhen, he sneered, “If it were a thousand years ago, let’s see how many lives you’d have to dare to abandon your cultivation!”

Instead of learning good things, he’s learning from Ye Zhuo? Hundreds, thousands of years ago, the Heavenly Dao was firm, and cultivation only emphasized steady progress step by step. Daring to disperse one’s cultivation like this meant cutting off one’s immortal path for life!

How could freaks like this be born now?

Su Yizhen coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood and bowed to the Sect Master in thanks. The Sword Sect Master ignored him.

The old immortals of the Dao Sect exchanged glances, their faces grave.

How could this chaos be as simple as the Sword Sect losing its first disciple? Originally, everyone held their own opinions, and if there could be give and take, it would be over in a few years. But a disciple with limitless potential, cultivated with all the sect’s might, actually abandoned his cultivation to sever ties with the Upper Purity Mountain. This could no longer be explained away!

Wei Sheng Xian merely smiled faintly, watching all of this.

“Brother Wei Sheng.” Li Yuan crossed his arms and looked at him.

“Does Brother Li Yuan have something to say?”

“Nothing, just curious how much of today’s events you anticipated.”

Wei Sheng Xian thought for a moment, “One or two parts, perhaps.”

Hearing this answer, not only Ye Zhuo but even Feng Jiang revealed mocking smiles.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wei Sheng Xian corrected himself, “Three or four parts, no more than that.”

No one paid attention to him. Feng Jiang said, “Brother Su’s injuries look serious.”

With the matter concluded, Ye Zhuo summoned back his Life-Bound Sword. Reverse Scale Sword flew from in front of Su Yizhen back into its scabbard.

Su Yizhen’s gaze followed the sword, looking up at the aloof figure in red. He remembered the first time he saw the Second Palace Master Ye, also in this place.

In fact, the moment he saw the Second Palace Master Ye, it was destined that one day he would stand here with his cultivation scattered. He couldn’t obtain the Number One Sword Under Heaven, but he could obtain a clear sword heart.

“Ah Jiang, take Brother Su down and settle him temporarily.” Wei Sheng Xian looked out at the clouds and mist of the Green Mountains. “The spiritual energy of the Green Mountains is indeed a bit too abundant. If Brother Su needs to heal, feel free to use it.”

Speaking, he slowly looked at the crowd, smiling, “The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is originally produced by the Heavenly Dao, a ubiquitous thing that does not belong to any one sect or faction. Sect Masters and Clan Masters, if your spiritual meridians are not enough, and you can clearly sever ties with the Upper Purity Mountain, you can also inform the Micro-Snow Palace and bring your disciples to the Green Mountains to share this cup. If it’s too far to travel, you can also send a letter, and I, this Daoist, will gladly impart some of the secrets of the Spirit Gathering Formation.”

Hearing these words, the human immortals of the Dao Sect finally burst into anger, their astral energy surging, their voices like thunder spreading throughout the Green Mountains, “Then you don’t need to participate in the Cloud Soaring Grand Ceremony! The path to immortality was opened by the Upper Purity. If you are allied with the Micro-Snow Palace, you need not come again!”

“Ascension? In the past, the power was in your hands, but today, destiny is no longer with the Upper Purity!” Wei Sheng Xian laughed, “Using the spiritual meridians of various families and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to collude secretly with the Upper Realm, exchanging for the qualifications to ascend? For this, how many common people have died, how many famous sects have been destroyed? We don’t want what you want to give!”

His Dao domain suddenly appeared, dividing the world with the Dao Sect’s human immortals. His voice also resounded throughout the Green Mountains, “Today, I might as well tell you: I am from the Hidden Garden’s Dao Protecting lineage, the ancestral masters Heng Zhao and Heng Ming, two world guardians. Heng Zhao died to separate the realms of humans and ghosts, and Heng Ming lived in seclusion until the end. When the Upper Realm faced difficulties, it took spiritual meridians from the lower realms to deduce the beginning of the realm and recreate the Heavenly Dao. Several world guardians received the will of the Upper Realm and established the sect on the Upper Purity Mountain! Realm cultivators originally could not ascend, but from then on, the Main Sect realm cultivators could ascend!”

“This Daoist has said all that needs to be said. If you want to ascend, first think about the past three hundred years, the thirty Cloud Soaring Grand Ceremonies, the thirty openings of the path to immortality. Besides the human immortals of the Upper Purity, how many people have actually ascended?”

Having said that, he didn’t care how much turmoil these earth-shattering words would cause in the entire immortal Dao world, nor did he care how the immortal Dao landscape would drastically change from now on. Changing his expression, he said softly, “Ah Zhou?”

Ye Zhuo hugged his sword, already closing his eyes to cultivate.

“Brother Li Yuan?”

In the sky, the ink dragon phantom that spanned the heavens and seas and the dazzling Heaven Mending Stone had disappeared. Looking again at the top of the laurel tree, Brother Li Yuan, in luxurious and dignified robes, stood leisurely, tossing a stone with radiant light in his hand, comparing it to Ye Zhuo.

Wei Sheng Xian sighed.

Well, it’s already good enough that he’s here.

“There are also Fourth Palace Master, Fifth Palace Master, and Sixth Palace Master. And the young masters.” Wei Sheng Xian called out with a smile, then flicked his sleeves and turned away.

“Let’s go home and plant trees.”