Unsettled Hearts

The vibrant green energy flowed through the meridians and gradually merged into the dantian.

Inside the dantian, the golden spiritual energy, which was originally like a solidified metal, was now enveloped in cyan and began to slowly rotate.

Chu Yuan's body trembled.

The green patterns all over its body suddenly lit up and then quickly disappeared.

Instead, a faint bluish halo covered the skin.

It became.

Chu Yuan opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

He could clearly feel a new power within him.

With a thought, Chu Yuan took out the Immortal-Slaying Blade and made a cut on his wrist.

In the blink of an eye, streaks of blue light appeared.

The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The next moment, the opening seemed to have never existed!

Become!

Chu Yuan smiled slightly.

Next, it's time to prepare for the third turn!

......

As Qianji emerged from the Yuanji Palace, he had already mentally reviewed his next steps three times.

The regulations of the Three Departments are not in a hurry; the disciples below are still refining them.

There's no rush with the spirit stone mine of the Water Moon Sect; we'll wait until the people from the Ghostly Path Clan have finished surveying it.

The most urgent thing right now.

It's about spreading the name of the cult leader!

Qianji returned to the Guidao Palace and waved as soon as he entered.

A young disciple immediately emerged from the shadows, with delicate features and clever eyes.

"Master."

"Go and spread the news that the Water Moon Sect and the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect have submitted."

Qianji sat down and picked up his teacup:

"There are two key points."

The disciple pricked up his ears.

"First, the sect leader's cultivation has reached an incredible level, far beyond the peak of the Tribulation Transcending stage."

"Secondly, as the sect leader himself said at the Water Moon Sect, even demons have their own path. From this day forward, the demonic path is guided by one's true nature, and freedom is the way!"

The disciple nodded, waited a moment, and seeing that Qianji had not said anything further, cautiously asked:

"Master, should we pass it on to other disciples within the sect, or only to the core members of the three lineages?"

Qianji put down her teacup and looked up at him.

That look was like looking at a clueless blockhead.

This guy is my disciple. I thought he was quite smart, but how come he's become so stupid after not seeing him for a few years!

"pattern."

Qianji slowly uttered two words.

Wei Zhixing was taken aback: "Huh?"

"Too small."

Qianji shook his head in exasperation:

"Why did you only think of passing it on to the Xuan Tian Sect? Remember! I want you to spread it throughout the entire Cang Xuan Realm!"

Wei Zhixing's mouth dropped open.

Has it spread throughout the Cangxuan Realm?

How large are the five regions combined?

Righteous path, demonic path, demon race, how many sects and how many cultivators?

I'm only at the Golden Core stage!

Wei Zhixing immediately put on a dumbfounded look.

Seeing his dazed expression, Qianji knew he was faking it and simply said:

"Spend spirit stones where necessary. Deploy all available manpower to markets, post stations, and intelligence brokers."

"If you handle this well, your salary this month will triple."

Wei Zhixing's eyes lit up.

Doubling one's salary is a small matter; promoting the sect leader is the duty of every Xuantian Sect disciple!

He immediately clasped his hands in a fist salute, his eyes resolute as if he were about to attack the righteous path:

"Disciple understands! Disciple will go and do it immediately!"

Wei Zhixing turned to leave.

"etc."

Qianji called out to him.

Wei Zhixing turned around.

Qianji leaned back in his chair, a half-smile playing on his lips:

"Remember, I mustn't hear that these two messages came from the Xuantian Sect."

Wei Zhixing blinked.

That's natural.

Spreading rumors and then announcing your own identity—only a fool would do that.

"rest assured!"

Wei Zhixing disappeared outside the palace in a flash.

Qianji picked up the teacup, gently blew on the tea foam, and leisurely took a sip.

The Demon Lord has been holed up in the Northern Region for thousands of years without ever leaving, while the Dao Lord is still in seclusion recuperating from his injuries.

If we don't seize this opportunity to promote the leader's fame, when will we?

Once he spread the word about his title as the leader, all the sects of the demonic path realized, "Oh, so the Demon Lord not only wasn't crippled, but he actually broke through to a higher realm and even established new rules."

The Demonic Cult's grand plan to unify the world is about to succeed!

Once I've accomplished this, let's see how Youyue and Litu will have the nerve to compete with me for the credit.

Youyue will only follow behind the cult leader as a bodyguard.

Li Tu is even worse; his brain isn't as hard as his fists.

Qianji's thoughts became increasingly delightful, to the point that she could barely hold her teacup steady.

He put down his teacup, got up, walked to the window, and murmured to himself:

"Master, the golden age of demonic cultivation is coming..."

......

One month later, the Heavenly Dao Sect.

Main peak, training ground.

Several young disciples were chatting idly by the stone steps.

"Have you guys heard about this lately?"

A round-faced disciple lowered his voice, speaking mysteriously:

"It seems the Demon Lord has emerged from seclusion! And he's even broken through to a higher level!"

The tall disciple next to him was wiping his sword. Hearing this, he looked up:

"Breakthrough? Isn't he at the peak of the Tribulation Transcending stage? Where else can he break through to?"

What do you think?

The round-faced disciple winked and pointed to the sky.

The tall disciple was stunned, forgetting to even wipe his sword:

"You mean... an immortal?"

"Sh-!"

The round-faced disciple quickly made a shushing gesture, looked around to make sure no elders were passing by, and then continued:

"I heard it from the Western Regions. The Demon Lord went to the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect a while ago, and the sect immediately submitted to him. The sect leader personally knelt down to welcome him, showing him the utmost respect."

"The Ten Thousand Poisons Sect?" another skinny disciple interjected. "That's no small sect; they have a Tribulation Transcending stage expert overseeing it!"

"That's right. And it's not just the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect."

The round-faced disciple got more and more excited as he spoke:

"The Water Moon Sect has also submitted. I heard that the Demon Lord publicly beheaded an elder in the Tribulation Transcending stage at the Water Moon Sect because that elder indiscriminately killed mortals and violated the sect's rules."

"Slaying their own elder?" The tall disciple frowned. "When did the demonic path ever follow any rules?"

He had never heard of anyone in the demonic path caring about mortals.

Even if it doesn't cause any harm, it's just disdain.

"That's why I said the Demon Lord is different now." The round-faced disciple lowered his voice. "I heard that the Demon Lord personally established the rules of the demonic path. Demons also have their own way. From now on, let your true heart be your guiding light and your freedom be your path."

"Even demons have their code..."

The thin disciple murmured to himself, his eyes filled with a complex expression.

His first reaction was that it was fake.

He grew up in the Tianyi Sect and was very familiar with the so-called demonic path.

Their so-called carefree life is nothing more than an excuse for them to indiscriminately kill cultivators and mortals.

He had also heard of the Demon Lord's reputation.

His master and senior uncle wished the Demon Lord would die immediately!

But they greatly admired the Demon Lord.

Prove your path through force, and you will be invincible in this world!

"Stop overthinking." The tall disciple sheathed his sword, his tone sullen. "Master said, a demon is a demon. No matter what they say, how could their actions be fake?"

"That's true..." The thin disciple nodded, but he wasn't as certain as before.

Just then, a clear, cold female voice came from behind:

"Are you all very free?"

The three of them froze simultaneously.

Looking back, I saw a female Taoist priest in white standing a few steps away, her face cold and her eyes like frost.

It was Luo Shuyan, a disciple personally taught by the Daoist Master.

"Second Senior Sister!"

The three hurriedly stood up and stood ramrod straight.

Luo Shuyan glanced at them, said nothing more, and simply said:

"Go wherever you need to go."

"yes!"

The three of them felt as if they had been granted a pardon and ran away in a flash.

Luo Shuyan stood there, watching their departing figures, and sighed softly.

She turned around, transformed into a white light, and flew towards the back of the main peak.

The clouds surged and billowed on the back mountain, filled with spiritual energy.

A simple cave dwelling is hidden deep in the clouds and mist, with its stone door tightly closed and fallen leaves piled up three inches in front of it.

Luo Shuyan landed in front of the cave and stood there for a moment.

Then, as usual, he began to speak on his own:

"Master, can you hear me?"

There was no response from inside the stone gate.

Luo Shuyan didn't care. Her master had been in seclusion for three years and had never responded.

She's just used to it; she comes every few days to talk to Shimen.

"The Demon Lord has emerged from seclusion again. Rumors are circulating that he has taken that step and entered the Immortal Realm."

She paused:

"This disciple doesn't believe it. But the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect has submitted, and the Water Moon Sect has also submitted. The hearts of the various demonic sects are unsettled, and on the righteous path..."

She didn't continue.

Even on the righteous path, people's hearts are wavering.

Especially those small and medium-sized sects, they may not say it, but they are all making plans in their hearts.

If the Demon Lord truly becomes an immortal, and the Daoist Master is still in seclusion, who in the Cangxuan Realm will be able to restrain the Demonic Sect in the future?

"There's something else," Luo Shuyan said in a lower voice, "The Demon Lord said something at the Shuiyue Sect that has spread far and wide."

She remained silent for a few moments:

"He said, 'Even demons have their own principles.' Did the Demon Lord arrive at this conclusion after discussing the Dao with my master?"

After a few moments of silence, the cave remained unresponsive.

Luo Shuyan lowered her eyes, a faint smile appearing at the corners of her lips:

"Disciple knows that Master is in seclusion and should not be disturbed."

She turned around, took two steps, then stopped, her back to the stone gate, and whispered:

"But this disciple is a little afraid."

"I'm afraid something really might have happened to you."

"I fear that without you, the righteous path cannot survive."

"Afraid……"

Luo Shuyan didn't continue.

After a moment, she took a deep breath and resumed her aloof demeanor:

"Disciple has misspoke. Master, please continue your seclusion in peace. Disciple takes his leave."

She transformed into white light and disappeared at the edge of the cliff.

The clouds and mist continued to churn, and the cave remained silent.

However, right after she left...

"Squeak."

The stone door quietly opened a crack.

A figure in white emerged from the crack.

The woman's eyes were like autumn water, and her eyebrows like distant mountains.

She stood on the edge of the cliff, gazing in the direction where Luo Shuyan had disappeared, her face expressionless, but a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

"Shuyan..."

She spoke softly.

Then she turned her gaze away and looked towards the Western Regions.

Across a vast sea of ​​clouds, that's the direction of the Xuantian Sect.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

The woman in white asked softly.

No one answered.

She stood there for a moment, but did not return to her cave.

Instead, he raised his hand and gently wiped the surface of the stone gate.

An aura identical to the previous one quietly enveloped it.

Then she vanished into the horizon in a flash.

The stone gate closed silently behind them.

The cave remains closed.

The Daoist Master has still not emerged from seclusion.

Only a few leaves, about three inches long, fell in front of the door and were scattered by the wind.