CHAPTER 906: INVISIBLE GOLDEN CAGE [THE ECLIPSE DEVOURING SECT]

"It’s the one-billion-year-old Omnicure Blossom!"

"I never thought I’d live to see it with my own eyes. What incredible luck!" The disciples from Pill God Valley were beaming with joy, their excitement clear and genuine.

In stark contrast, the Eclipse Devouring Sect disciples sneered shamelessly.

"If you want it, we can share it with you after we kill these weaklings," one of them offered with a twisted grin.

Shenlian Yingyue and her companions raised their brows. Weaklings?

"We’re not as shameless as you," the alchemists replied curtly. One look at Shenlian Yingyue’s group told them these weren’t ordinary immortals.

Even if their auras were deliberately masked, the stillness in their posture, the confidence in their expressions, and the quiet sharpness in their gaze betrayed their strength. Only fools would mistake them for harmless.

"Unfortunately, we’re not as merciful as you either. That Omnicure Blossom, we’re taking it." Without another word, the Eclipse Devouring Sect disciples charged, blades drawn and spells at the ready.

"Senior Brother, should we step in?" a Pill God Valley disciple asked, tense.

"Let’s observe for now," Meng Lanqi, the leader who led the group said quietly. His voice was calm but sharp. He didn’t crave the Blossom enough to risk crossing these people, especially when his instincts screamed danger. He wanted to see if his gut was right about them.

As the attackers lunged forward, Xiao Yun drifted silently into the sky, watching the battlefield unfold with detached interest. Beside him, Bu Si Shu remained still, unmoved.

But that didn’t mean they’d be spared.

A dozen disciples targeted Bu Si Shu, but he dodged effortlessly, as though stretching after a nap. Their swords missed by a hair’s breadth, and before they could recover, a single lazy kick from him sent them crashing into the sand, bones cracking on impact.

Elsewhere, Bing Xue and Xiong Zi Ying fought with the ease of seasoned veterans. They didn’t even have to try.

Shenlian Yingyue, now at the peak of Golden Immortal, held her ground with calm grace. Her movements were fluid, her spells razor-precise. Every gesture summoned blazing flames or swirling light. The spells she practiced were rare, otherworldly in power, unlike anything these disciples had seen.

She raised two fingers, signaling her companions.

She signaled them not to let the disciples activate their secret arts.

She’d seen how disciples from Cold Maple Palace and the Hundred-Faced Mirage Sect possessed deadly secret arts, powerful, unpredictable, and devastating if unleashed. She had no interest in seeing what these ones were hiding.

Before she could act, Xiao Yun sent her a signal: {Finish this quickly, master. We have somewhere more important to go, resources to claim, realms to explore.}

{Got it!} She didn’t hesitate.

With a flick of her wrist, her spiritual energy surged.

Golden runes spun around her fingers, and with a single chant, a shimmering golden lattice formed in the air. In an instant, twenty of the Eclipse Devouring Sect disciples were slammed into the ground, their limbs immobilized, their spiritual energy sealed.

It was the Invisible Golden Cage, a superior-grade binding spell. A spell she had mastered to its second stage, allowing her to restrain up to twenty opponents at once, provided they were at or below her level.

"What did you do to us?"

"What kind of technique is this?"

Panic filled their voices as they struggled, unable to move or even gather qi. Their hidden skills? Never had a chance.

Meanwhile, the remaining thirty were writhing on the ground. Shenlian Yingyue’s fists, hard as iron, had broken through their defenses, leaving charred marks on their robes and flesh. The smell of scorched cloth filled the air.

Bing Xue’s ice spells gripped their very souls with a cold that seared deeper than pain. Xiong Zi Ying summoned poisonous blooms and hallucinogenic pollen, leaving enemies clutching their heads and screaming at things only they could see.

Bu Si Shu had not even broken a sweat.

"Where, where did they come from?" someone muttered in disbelief. "How are they so powerful?"

Meng Lanqi finally broke his silence. "This," he trailed off, too stunned to finish. Never in his travels had he seen such devastating teamwork, such rare and terrifying spellwork. He wiped the sweat from his brow, silently thankful he hadn’t stepped in to compete for the Blossom.

The battlefield was scorched, the terrain broken. The silence was only broken by groans and pained whimpers.

Shenlian Yingyue stepped forward, her voice calm yet chilling. "We don’t have time to waste here. If any of you dare spread word that we took the Omnicure Blossom..."

Her golden eyes narrowed. "...we’ll make sure you understand what we’re truly capable of."

She felt no guilt. Had the roles been reversed, these people wouldn’t have left even their bones behind. She had shown restraint, not mercy.

"Are you not afraid of offending our sect?" one disciple wheezed, still trying to stand.

Bing Xue chuckled coldly, walking to Shenlian Yingyue’s side. He gently wiped blood from her knuckles with a silk cloth. "When our fists landed on your faces," he said softly, "you should have already realized we’re not afraid of your sect."

"You arrogant bastards!"

"We won’t forget this. We’ll report everything to our elders."

"You’ll regret it." The Eclipse Devouring Sect disciples lay broken in the dirt, the very dirt they had promised to bury their "weaklings" in. Their lips still curled with threats, but their trembling hands betrayed them. The truth was undeniable, they had lost.

Not just lost, been crushed by those they had mocked as beneath them.

And the worst part? The shadows between the trees shimmered with hidden observers. The Cold Maple Palace, the Hundred-Faced Mirage Sect, even a few wandering demonic cultivators, all had witnessed their disgrace.

"So," Bu Si Shu mused, tilting his head like a child puzzling over a riddle, "who are the weaklings now?"

Silence.

Shenlian Yingyue didn’t gloat. She didn’t need to. Her gaze alone was a mirror, forcing them to watch as their own reflections twisted, unwillingness rotting into hatred, humiliation curdling into shame.

Let them choke on it.

The Pill God Valley disciples watched in silence, conflicted. Yes, her group was clearly arrogant, but that arrogance was backed by terrifying power. Offending the Eclipse Devouring Sect was no small matter. Even Meng Lanqi found himself reluctant to intervene.

He stared at the four of them, then down at the ruined battlefield.

Just, who are these people?

"When you crush the powerless beneath your strength, you feel invincible, like the heavens themselves bow to your will. But when the wheel turns and you are the one beneath someone else’s heel, suddenly it’s unfair. Suddenly, you rage and curse and refuse to face the truth, their victory isn’t cruelty. It’s the mirror showing your own weakness staring back at you." Then her voice echoed, her expression unreadable, a mask of jade under moonlight, but her words carried the weight of a mountain.

Each word fell like a guillotine’s drop. With every syllable, their faces twisted, shame, rage, dawning horror peeling back their defiance like rotten bark.