CHAPTER 944: CHAPTER 112: OPPRESSION

"The Immortality Dao, only the capable can possess it. Surely, I can’t just reveal it to everyone publicly, right? In that case, I don’t really mind, since I, Zhou Yan, can’t comprehend it or learn it anyway. Instead, it’s better to do someone a favor. I just hope that everyone won’t be blinded by desire, leading to harm against fellow sect brothers and sisters. After all, when facing the Outer Heaven Demons, we all stand united."

Zhou Yan’s words seemed sincere, giving a sobering force among many hesitant cultivators.

Indeed, many cultivators immediately stopped concerning themselves with Zhou Yan’s actions, since Zhou Yan’s slaying of Tu Sanhun had nothing to do with them. If they were used by the Sword Emperor Sect, it would be more harm than gain.

As long as they could obtain the Immortality Dao and reduce trouble, wouldn’t that be even better?

Under such circumstances, the cultivators surrounding Zhou Yan started to distance themselves, showing their stance.

Zhou Yan felt slightly disappointed seeing this scene, as it would have been better if these cultivators were stubborn. Then he could lure them all into the Blood River Ancient Array and kill them all.

"Zhou Yan, there’s no need for tricks. You say to let a few powerful figures approach you. Who knows what you’re planning? What if you don’t say anything but instead accuse various sect experts of colluding in hiding the Supreme Dao? What then?"

Tu Qianren from the Sword Emperor Sect was clearly not foolish and quickly saw through this possibility.

Zhou Yan merely let out a cold laugh and said, "I, Zhou Yan, am not like the cultivators from your Sword Emperor Sect, who are untrustworthy, even allowing their own women to be deliberately toyed with by their brothers, ultimately leading to their suicide?"

Zhou Yan sneered repeatedly. Although this matter was concealed, if Tu Sanhun indeed liked doing such things, then this would not be a secret without holes, and certain sect cultivators would surely know.

Sure enough, many mutterings arose after Zhou Yan’s words. Naturally, these voices pointed towards Tu Sanhun and Tu Qianren, as well as the Sword Emperor Sect disciples.

Tu Sanhun’s Soul Order had shattered, proving his death. But even in death, his reputation continued to suffer, making the faces of the Sword Emperor Sect disciples rather grim.

Tu Qianren’s expression changed, his whole demeanor shifting between light and dark.

But he held back from exploding and solemnly said, "There’s no need for empty talk. Friends from various sects, why not get someone from your sect who best represents you to step forward? We shall hear whether Zhou Yan is willing to teach the Immortality Dao. If it’s true, everyone will keep their word and not seize him. But he and our Sword Emperor Sect have grievances, and when the time comes, our sect will personally handle it so others won’t interfere.

And if he deceives everyone, then we will act together to capture him, take him out of the Burial Immortal Land, and let the War Soul Hall personally deal with him!"

Tu Qianren’s suggestion had no faults, quickly gaining many cultivators’ agreement and naturally diverting the topic from that ’scandal.’

Zhou Yan, facing this situation, remained unfazed. He merely waited silently, occasionally glancing around to see if any disciples from the Sky Sword Sect appeared.

However, in Zhou Yan’s sensing, there were not many disciples from the Sky Sword Sect.

And even if there were disciples from the Sky Sword Sect, when Zhou Yan’s gaze swept over them, their eyes flickered, clearly not someone worthy of Zhou Yan’s attention.

Among the others, some ended miserably, their soul bodies shattered, their fate extremely bleak.

This realization, after confirmation, made Zhou Yan’s face turn cold.

"There’s no need for lofty words! I, Zhou Yan, will naturally do as I say, but there’s something I hope everyone understands. In this world, nothing comes for free. To gain something, there’s always a price to pay!"

Zhou Yan’s voice was loud, resounding like thunder in everyone’s mind.

Many cultivators couldn’t help but be startled, thinking that Zhou Yan now, only at the Divine Spirit Third Transition, already possessed strength comparable to beyond Divine Spirit Fifth Transition. Hadn’t he just entered the Sky Sword Sect? How could he grow so quickly?

But these doubts did not linger long in the cultivators’ minds, as they were soon explained by the reason of the Immortal Technique. Almost all cultivators believed it was due to the Immortal Technique. Only an Immortal Technique could have such frightening effects, raising a once-mediocre cultivator to a level capable of contending with top geniuses like Tu Sanhun in a short time.

It’s the Immortal Technique. As long as one obtains it, they can instantly become a genius, even surpassing all other cultivators.

Based on these thoughts, many cultivators’ eyes turned red again, and some were itching to move, their gazes flickering uncertainly.

Zhou Yan observed all this yet remained indifferent and composed, showing not a hint of panic.

"Zhou Yan, are you trying to play tricks again? Let me tell you, the door of this Burial Immortal Land is going to close soon, and then we will be transported out. At that time, you will fall into the hands of those great powers, and you won’t have any luck on your side. I advise you to be honest and offer up your cultivation technique now so everyone knows it, which can help us become stronger when facing the Outer Heaven Demons, bringing glory to our Dark God Domain."

A female wearing pink combat armor flew out. She was from a sect that Zhou Yan didn’t know, but her status seemed high. When she stood out to speak, she immediately drew the attention of many cultivators.

This female cultivator was equally gorgeous and very charming, like an unparalleled fairy, but she didn’t evoke the same sense of closeness as Wei Qingqing and Wei Mumu, nor was she as extraordinarily beautiful as Feng Cailing and Feng Caixuan; she fell short in all aspects.

Yet she was still regarded as a fairy, adored and pursued by many cultivators.

She looked down, her eyes condescendingly cold as she stared at Zhou Yan, seemingly doing him a favor just by speaking to him.

But Zhou Yan entirely ignored this woman and instead said coldly, "Playing tricks? As if you are even worthy. If I truly wish to leave, can you prevent me from immediately entering this Ancient Array? If pushed, I could even kill myself; do you have the ability to stop me? My willingness to speak with you is me giving you face. If you have no face, then you get nothing. Also, do you think your wishes can represent all cultivators, my lady?"

Zhou Yan sneered, yet as he spoke, he already exuded a terrifying Domain Power, specifically the Soul Slash Domain Power, dispersing an extremely dreadful Soul Power of destruction. It seemed any moment Zhou Yan willed it, his Divine Soul would instantly shatter, and no one could act quickly enough to stop it.

This situation finally caused the pink armored woman’s face to change.

Her expression was uncertain, but after several changes, she said solemnly, "Zhou Yan, don’t be stubborn. Consider that you’re merely a Thirteen Soul Qi known for having such waste talent. Yet, relying on an Immortal Technique, you’ve reached the peak realm of Divine Spirit Third Transition. What terrifying improvements would those top-tier geniuses of a single Soul Qi achieve with such an Immortal Technique!

Once everyone cultivates this Immortal Technique, it’s almost equivalent to having countless strong warriors like Tu Sanhun, even beyond Tu Sanhun’s level! With this capability, we’d stand on the Outer Realm Battlefield, slaying the Outer Heaven Demons, benefiting many Dark God Domain cultivators!

Zhou Yan, haven’t you thought about this? Are you willing to disregard the life and death survival of Dark God Domain, being so selfish and self-centered?"

The woman escalated the issue, cleverly pushing Zhou Yan to a position of opposition against all of Dark God Domain.

Faced with this argument, Zhou Yan merely laughed and said, "This female cultivator is so noble, Zhou Yan is impressed. May I ask, why doesn’t this female cultivator share her supreme Domain Rules with everyone? Set an example for me, Zhou Yan, to learn as well! Otherwise, as a native, I understand nothing, and these high ideals of serving the nation and people are, regrettably, beyond my emulation as a waste.

However, I do understand some things, such as manipulating women, and even know many tricks. If this female cultivator has time, why don’t we privately discuss this? I guarantee to make you feel ecstatic."

Zhou Yan spoke with a smile, his gaze sharp and cold.

The pink-armored female cultivator was furious, her brows furrowed, showing an irritated form, her beautiful eyes emanating an unmistakable killing intent, as if she wished to tear Zhou Yan into pieces; her murderous intent wasn’t concealed at all.

Zhou Yan’s words directly caused a sensation among the cultivators present, leading many to laugh uncontrollably, and some even secretly gave Zhou Yan a thumbs up, believing he wasn’t as worthless as imagined, and at least had the courage to tease a fairy publicly.

"Madman, waste, why don’t you take a good look in the mirror to see your own behavior? As such waste, you’re just a toad wanting to eat swan meat, thinking the Cold Rain Immortal would become your Daoist couple? Dream on! Zhou Yan, if no female cultivator likes you, I can have my beast clan female slave let you experience the virtues of female cultivators, without making a fool of yourself here!"

Just then, a cultivator from the Sword Emperor Sect shouted coldly.

The pink armored female cultivator’s face turned slightly red, yet she looked at Zhou Yan with a kind of mockery, disdain, and indifference, as if what the Sword Emperor Sect cultivator said matched her thoughts exactly.

Not just her, but all the female cultivators behind her looked at Zhou Yan with mocking eyes, seemingly finding Zhou Yan ridiculously foolish, attempting to seek companions among female cultivators with such garbage talent.

Zhou Yan, however, didn’t care about this. He had undergone too many things, and such ridicule or belittlement didn’t matter to him.

He merely jested, ridiculing the pink-armored woman’s words, which these shallow people held onto persistently. Zhou Yan didn’t wish to say more.