Chapter 327 - 139: Act of Possession, the Immortal Sword Slaying the Dragon! One Finger Suppression

With a stir of his thoughts, the Bone Pendant on Cui Yanliang’s wrist hummed.

Jin Yunfeng’s Divine Spirit consciousness slowly reawakened from absolute silence.

’It’s finally time...’

At that moment, Jin Yunfeng’s heart was unprecedentedly calm. All other thoughts vanished.

Even the slightest trace of killing intent was gone.

All that remained was absolute serenity.

The young man in the Black Robe slowly sat on a violet-gold Jade Chair. Before and behind him stood four middle-aged Daoists in Daoist Robes.

Ever since the last assassination attempt, he had become increasingly cautious.

He carefully scanned the great hall with his Divine Thoughts. Seeing nothing amiss, he relaxed and waved his hand, saying, "You may all rise..."

He seemed somewhat distracted.

The journey from his seclusion to this place had been short, yet a sense of panic had been gnawing at him. He tried to perceive the source, but couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong.

He could only assume the celestial phenomena outside were unsettling his spirit.

"Thank you, Elder."

The disciples thanked him in unison.

The Elder scanned the hall and let out a lazy yawn. His mind was less on the disciples before him and more on the Incense and Candle Grand Assembly.

Unfortunately, even though he had once been a Feathered expert, his Cultivation had since fallen. With his time running out, he was no longer qualified to attend the Incense and Candle Grand Assembly.

Some time ago, he had tried to subtly broach the subject with the Leader of Gui Chen Sect a few times, but was rejected every time.

Now, feeling the changes in the celestial phenomena outside, his heart filled with envy.

To gather infinite, great power into one’s self—that was something he yearned for more than his venerable position as an Elder.

Once, he too had been this high-spirited, his might suppressing the world.

But after long years, his body had grown increasingly ancient, his Divine Spirit had weakened, and his Cultivation had declined.

Afterward, he took the Essence Blood of Ten Thousand Spirits to extend his own life.

Now, although he was still alive, he was merely living on borrowed time.

He was lost in thought, distracted, and none of the many disciples dared to disturb him.

They each reined in their Heart Spirits, remaining silent and motionless as statues.

Even the other Elders in the branch sect, who were responsible for guiding the disciples’ cultivation, slowed their steps, afraid of disturbing this venerable Elder.

"If you have any questions, you may ask them now."

After a moment, the Gui Chen Sect Elder spoke slowly.

Although his current Cultivation was at the Void Realm, he had, after all, once been a Feather Transformation Realm Great Power. His insight remained.

The Cultivation Techniques and Divine Techniques these disciples practiced were Ninth Grade at best; he could perceive their flaws and shortcomings with a single glance.

Guiding disciples in their cultivation was one of his duties.

Even as an Elder who had rendered great service, he still had to make certain contributions, not just be a parasite.

"Elder..."

The next moment, a disciple spoke up with a respectful expression, describing a problem he was having with his cultivation.

After some time, it was Cui Yanliang’s turn.

Cui Yanliang, with a calm expression, began his question.

"Elder, this disciple has no questions about cultivation, but there is indeed a matter I wish to ask you about."

"Oh?"

A faint smile appeared on the Gui Chen Sect Elder’s face as he replied coolly,

"I’m rather interested to hear what you have to say."

Cui Yanliang took a deep breath, his gaze profound as he spoke:

"I wonder, Elder, how many living beings have you devoured to extend your life?"

"Hm!?"

The moment these words were spoken, the faces of the many disciples filled with fear and terror. Even some of the other Elders’ expressions changed drastically.

The young man in the Black Robe, sitting on the Jade Chair, his face darkened.

"How audacious!"

An Elder’s aura flared as he roared his rebuke.

The disciples stared at Cui Yanliang in disbelief, looking at him as if they had seen a ghost.

In their entire lives, they had never seen someone so unbelievably audacious as to say such a thing to the Elder’s face.

’Does he have a death wish?’

"Guards!"

One of the Elders, his face ashen, nearly stumbled to the ground as he let out a frantic roar.

His name was Yan Pavilion. He was greedy by nature, and because he had accepted a grand gift from Jin Yunfeng, he had taken Cui Yanliang on as a disciple.

After all, Jin Yunfeng had given him so much that he couldn’t possibly refuse.

It was just accepting a single disciple. To him, it was nothing.

He thought he had made a huge profit. How could he have ever imagined something like this would happen?

"Enough!"

Amid the chaos, it was the young man in the Black Robe who spoke.

"Drag this man out. Execute him by a thousand cuts and feed him to the livestock."

RATTLE!

A squadron of black-clad Armored Warriors rushed into the hall, the glint of their brandished blades enveloping Cui Yanliang.

These Armored Warriors were all masters of Martial Arts, experts who could fight one against a hundred anywhere in the world. They struck with incredible speed, aiming to cripple Cui Yanliang’s limbs in an instant.

"You old dog!"

"To save your own skin, you devoured countless living beings in this world."

"Your crimes are too numerous to count!"

"Only your death can atone for them!"

Facing the flashing blades, Cui Yanliang was utterly fearless. Having said his piece, his heart was filled with a sense of relief.

His voice boomed like thunder, carrying the resolve of one who had forsaken life and death.

But just as the blades were about to strike, he suddenly stomped on the ground, tearing through the flashes of steel and casually swatting two of the black-clad Armored Warriors to death before making to flee.

"An expert?"

Seeing this, the few Gui Chen Sect Daoists in front of the young man in the Black Robe sneered in unison.

Two of them attacked, one from the front and one from the back. The light from their swords whistled like a Dragon, poised to cut Cui Yanliang down on the spot.

But at that very moment, the ringing cry of a sword suddenly surged forth!