Chapter 1103 - 739: Defending the Dao Under Star Radiance

Chapter 1103: Chapter 739: Defending the Dao Under Star Radiance

Given Shen Xuan’s current strength, facing a transformed demon emperor alone,

even if victory is difficult, there’s absolutely no issue with defending himself.

However, there’s no necessity for that.

He owes nothing to the Bright Flame Sect.

On the contrary, the high-ranking members of the Bright Flame Sect have deep-seated hatred towards him, a grudge that won’t end until death.

Shen Xuan intervened to relieve the siege on Yueqi City for the great righteousness of the human race.

He could not bear to see cultivators and mortals of Yueqi City fall into the belly of the demon race.

Moreover, he possessed the ability to join hands with True Monarch Su Xue for a vigorous strike.

To have him work tirelessly for the remnants of the Bright Flame Sect?

To restore the Bright Flame Sect’s sect gate?

Absolutely impossible!

No matter if it’s through provocation or temptation, it has no effect on him.

"Fellow Daoist Hu Xiao, there’s no need to provoke."

Shen Xuan laughed heartily, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

His old friends, disciples, and maids were here.

In the past, they had fought alongside one another against the demon race.

"If the Bright Flame Sect seeks to emerge from the shadows and rebuild its tradition, it must rely on each of you to forge ahead with determination. External aid can save temporarily but cannot rescue forever."

"I have obtained a Buddhist poem from ancient texts, and I share it with everyone."

Shen Xuan circulated his magical power, his voice resonating.

"The heart’s lamp borrows not another’s fire, illumining the universe with every step. Aim high and climb without falter, weather tempests and stand strong.

Inch by inch, reach heights immeasurable, stride by stride, traverse miles unending. Say not the road ahead is thorny, for sharpness cuts through fog’s veil."

The lingering echoes reverberated within the dense forest of the illusion array.

Shen Xuan slightly bowed to everyone: "Friends, mountain high and river long, we shall meet again in Song Country. Profound Ice will surely fulfill the host’s duty."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Wind and Thunder Spirit Wings behind him suddenly spread and gently flapped.

"Until we meet again!"

Lightning flashed, wind howled, Shen Xuan’s figure transformed into a striking blue-green streak, disappearing instantly at the horizon’s edge.

The Tier Three illusion array posed no hindrance to him.

Behind him, Liu Yiyun, Vanilla, and some puppet warriors knelt, heavily kowtowing.

...

Yao Guang Market.

The road paved with bluestone, voices floating.

This place, situated on the southeastern border of Song Country, is a cultivation market managed by a Foundation Establishment Clan of the Left surname.

Covering several dozen miles, with an array of towers and pavilions, over three thousand cultivators reside here permanently.

It is adjacent to the outer area of the Profound Celestial Sect.

Loose cultivators and juniors from small clans frequently gather here, exchanging goods and resources, making it a lively hub.

Most of those coming and going in the market are Qi Cultivation Realm cultivators.

Most scurry hurriedly, with focused and heavy expressions, striving to earn some cultivation resources.

There are also worldly Jianghu heroes, swords hanging, knives strapped, looking travel-worn.

Standing under the eaves at the street corner, gazing at the celestial palaces, their eyes filled with awe and longing.

The most magnificent establishment within the market is the Qiong Xian Building.

A three-story jade tower with ornate eaves and palatial beams, with two dignified jade Pixius standing at the gate.

Currently, many guests are inside the building, seated in groups, whispering in hushed tones.

The hottest topic is Starlight Island in the Wolong Archipelago sea area.

And the tantalizing "Starlight Island Residency."

Among these loose cultivators, Starlight Island is like a sanctuary for loose cultivators.

In legends, the island is as splendid as a brocade, orderly, safe, and ample.

As long as one arrives on the island and enters the city, with honest work, one can live worry-free, leading a dignified and stable cultivation life.

If one can obtain official residency, matchmakers will come knocking, connecting people with eligible partners.

Various renowned ladies, be they slim or voluptuous, are available for selection.

As long as one works diligently, they can marry and have children on the island, continuing the family lineage.

With good luck, one might even establish a small cultivation clan.

More enticingly, the island has a cultivation academy, offering free Daoist techniques to the heirs of those with island residency.

The teachings are all authentic and righteous, comparable to the direct disciples of True Masters from the Seven Sects of Song Country.

If any heirs have a bit of talent in pill arrays, talismans, and artifacts, they can receive meticulous nurturing from the academy.

Among them are those who even establish their Dao Foundation.

Even the Foundation Establishment Pill and Foundation Establishment Spiritual Objects can be provided by the academy.

This temptation is enormous for the vast and precarious loose cultivators.

...

On the third floor of the Qiong Xian Building, in a spacious private room.

More than ten cultivators sat together, all at the Foundation Establishment Realm.

At the head seat was an astute-looking old cultivator.

This person was named Left Chong Jin, the contemporary clan leader of the Left family, at the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment.

At this moment, Left Chong Jin was radiant with happiness, his smile warm: "Fellow Daoists, seize the opportunity while it’s here. If you wish to venture to Starlight Island and pursue a future, my Left family is willing to make introductions and guide you to the island and city."

"Easily said."

A burly man responded promptly.

This person was named Nie Bufan, a renowned demon hunter nearby, with intense evil qi, his voice thunderous: "Your Left family is so eager to help, what price must we pay?"

"Fellow Daoist Nie, straightforward indeed."

Left Chong Jin wasn’t offended, his smile broadening: "Mutual benefit and win-win is all. We’ve prepared several packages for selection."

With that, he took out ten pieces of Jade Scrolls, passing them one by one.

Inside the Jade Scrolls, the terms were detailed.

They were all about marriage alliances, long-term cooperation, Spirit Stone loans, and so forth.

Whichever plan they chose, the Left family would undoubtedly profit from it.

Nie Bufan accepted the Jade Scroll, furrowing his thick brows as he focused his attention.

The few local Foundation Establishment Loose Cultivators, faintly following his lead, also began perusing the scrolls, quietly exchanging opinions.

Within the private room, a young gentleman was seated in one corner.

His sword-like brows and starry eyes exuded exceptional elegance.

He quietly read an ancient Jade Scroll, appearing indifferent.

A nearby elderly servant in blue silently brewed tea, displaying great respect.

This individual claimed to be Leng Zhiyuan, out traveling away from home.

Beside him was a young female cultivator in a red dress with a round face.

Ordinary-looking, in the Early Stage of Foundation Establishment.

She professed her surname to be Mo.

Occasionally, she sneaked glances at Leng Zhiyuan, her gaze dreamy, akin to being immersed in a layer of mist.

In the window corner, there was another person.

A middle-aged man in a simple blue robe, with the appearance of a scholar.