CHAPTER 341: CHAPTER 311: JADE SEAL’S IMPERIAL DECREE, TRANSCENDING MORTALITY TO IMMORTALITY

"In this life, I will restore my peak cultivation and perfectly master the Ancestral Dragon Nine Methods," Chu Yi said confidently. The Divine Hand in his palm emitted a burst of brilliant white light, like a blooming White Lotus, but it quickly dimmed.

Clearly, "From Nothingness Comes Being" cannot satisfy this outrageous wish of mine.

Chu Yi paused, a little disappointed, then switched to "Stealing the Rays of the Sun and Moon" to continue extracting Dragon Qi from Wei Wuyang.

Upon entering this world and having mastered the Suanni Technique, Chu Yi’s Clock Eye could reflect strands of golden strings channeling into Wei Wuyang. He sensed the information hidden within the Suanni Technique, recognizing these golden strings as the national fate of the Longwu Dynasty—the Secret Medicine for cultivating the Ancestral Dragon Nine Methods. Dragon Qi, moreover, could only be borne by members of the Royal Family who carried the Longwu bloodline.

For instance, when Chu Yi initially mastered the Suanni Technique, it wasn’t just due to the rapid success afforded by "From Nothingness Comes Being." Ji Xuexin was also by his side, and the Dragon Qi became a Secret Medicine that he directly absorbed, unintentionally establishing a connection between them. Similarly, Wei Wuyang, though lacking the bloodline, had held power in the Imperial Court for twenty years. He had dethroned the emperor and become the ruler of the country, thereby controlling its fate.

"Xue Xin, do you know the whereabouts of the Ancestral Dragon Nine Methods?" Chu Yi asked, having amassed a large amount of Dragon Qi, the golden strings converging into a golden auspicious cloud above him.

Only then did he realize the Ancestral Dragon Nine Methods were crucial!

Ji Xuexin, utterly shocked—Young Master Chu Yi, what on earth are you talking about?!—wondered if she had misheard. Just as she was about to respond, her tone suddenly turned cold, "The Nine Methods have been destroyed. If you wish to cultivate them, you might as well ask the young woman down below."

Her jade-like face and crimson lips, framed by hair as dark as ink that softly draped around her, highlighted her fair and delicate skin, smooth like a peeled lychee.

The Celestial Slayer Demon Immortal was now online.

Before Chu Yi could respond, she leaned down, her graceful figure undulating, and met his lips to mend her Dao Heart.

"My Dao Heart has a flaw. Don’t overthink it... Mmm..."

Ah, this... is quite good. By simulating the authority of the Master of Grey Mist, I don’t have to worry about outsiders finding out.

While experiencing the wonders of the Dragon Qi, Chu Yi communicated telepathically, asking Nanaki.

Seated in the White Bone Palace and idly playing with a Revolver Demon Gun, Nanaki couldn’t help but curl her lips. "Brother Chu Yi, you’ve been gone for so long, and as soon as you return, you sweep the entire field. It truly makes me happy."

She didn’t press the matter further.

Nine stone tablets, engraved with complex patterns, rose and disappeared into the grey mist.

Having captured so many with the Longwu bloodline, acquiring the Ancestral Dragon Nine Methods isn’t difficult. The challenge is that cultivating them requires Dragon Qi as a Secret Medicine.

With the Nine Methods in hand, Chu Yi instantly began to power-level.

Suddenly, the golden auspicious cloud was rapidly consumed. The nine stone tablets flashed with lightning—including the one for the Suanni Technique—as the true essence of the Spells flew out and merged into Chu Yi’s body.

He instantly mastered the nine Spells created by the Ancestral Dragon!

In an instant, under everyone’s watchful eyes, a vast, boundless, and surging aura transformed into nine dragon-shaped qi pillars. They soared into the sky, only to vanish in the next moment.

"Stealing my Dragon Qi to practice the Nine Methods. What a clever move," Wei Wuyang sneered, flipping his hand to reveal a Jade Seal that emitted a clear radiance. This was the Heirloom Seal of the Realm, passed down through thirty-six Emperors of Longwu. After usurping the throne, Wei Wuyang had gained the power to consecrate spirits through incense offerings—one of his trump cards.

"Everyone, come forward for consecration!" His voice was mighty and grand. The Jade Seal in his hand soared, releasing a five-clawed Gold Dragon condensed from the purest Dragon Qi, which then anointed seven figures.

The first to be consecrated was True Monarch Miaowa. His flesh, which resembled a towering mountain range, was rid of the gurgling, bubbling incense-induced tumors on his back. Golden Copper Coins emerged, emitting a fiery golden light and wreathed in mist, transforming him into an auspicious divine being.

The Red Buddha Girl and the Skull Lady were both enveloped in an immortal aura, white clouds floating beneath their feet. The former transformed into a Bodhisattva Guanyin, while the latter’s bones grew flesh, and, clad in a white dress, she became a Fairy.

The Magic Ape True Man retracted his Spell. Now adorned with a collar of Buddhist Beads, he became a benevolent monkey monk, his previous malice completely gone.

The Poison Lady smiled charmingly, her fan covering her face. Her skirt fell lightly, teasingly revealing glimpses of her allure, dressed like a high-class courtesan from a brothel.

The Demon Infant shed its dwarfish outer skin, landing on the ground and transforming into a seven-year-old child with innocent eyes that, nonetheless, occasionally flashed with licentious glances.

The Ghost Mother gave birth to an infant resembling a Ginseng Fruit, its fragrance spreading for ten li. Mother and child remained connected by an umbilical cord, making for an even more eerie sight.

The seven consecrated figures truly shed their mortal forms to become Immortals, reaching a realm even higher than a Ghost King—the Immortal Realm!

In an instant, seven fierce auras soared into the sky. Each evolved into a vision of their own domain: one featured ridges of white bone and fields of corpses; another, islands overseas and a marshy kingdom on land; yet another, a picturesque landscape where monkeys reigned supreme...

This was a true enfeoffment, granting them territories. These seven new Immortals even possessed methods to establish their own incense-offering traditions.

This scene once again made the situation tense.

After their anointment, Chu Yi’s progress in cultivating the Nine Methods slowed dramatically because his supply of Dragon Qi was cut off. The fate between heaven and earth was now controlled by the Jade Seal. With Wei Wuyang consecrating these new Immortals, the Dragon Qi was severely depleted, leaving none for Chu Yi.

I’d rather feed it to the dogs than give you any! Wei Wuyang thought.

Chu Yi frowned. Wei Wuyang is a son of a Noble Family from the Federation Imperial Capital, no matter how you look at it. How can he be so petty? Truly contemptible.

His anger flared. This prompted him to grab the soft yet resilient auspicious cloud.

"Lord Chu Yi, lead us to eliminate these scum!"

"As long as you knock them down, Milord, with our Demon physiques, we’ll tear them apart alive!"

"Shouldn’t you consult Her Highness the Princess, Milord?"

"I’ve been seething for so long! If not for this Divine Spirit Dojo, these natives would be like pigs ready for slaughter!"

"Please, Lord Chu Yi, act and make the Enchanting Demon Royal Court great again!"

The Abyss Demons began to rave. Those with keen eyes recognized Chu Yi’s supremacy and began to organize a new battle line for a decisive confrontation. Led by such a powerful figure, these wolf cubs trained in the Abyss howled ferociously.

But Chu Yi was busy. All he heard was a cacophony of incessant noise.

Moreover, with his Dao Heart being mended, his Mana was surging like a powerful tide—hissing, puffing, and quite formidable.

"Enough," Chu Yi sighed deeply. He waved his Demon Halberd Eight Desolations. Blood-red roots spread from his Profound Robe, but under the seal of the Divine Spirit Dojo, they only managed to form the prototype of a blood-red throne.

He laughed wildly, his dark hair fluttering, his Profound Robe whipping in the wind. His eyes blazed with cloud-patterned flames as he looked down upon the newly ascended Immortals and the countless, seemingly unbreakable Golden Decree Divine Spirits.

At this moment, he became the focus of all attention, the true protagonist of the battlefield!

"To deal with trash like you, there’s no need for the Princess to intervene. I alone am sufficient!"

"All of you, come at me together!"

"I will use everything you are, everything you have, to aid my cultivation!"

His arrogant and domineering voice echoed throughout the Imperial City.

As his words fell, the entire field was plunged into a deathly silence.

Then, a burst of clamorous noise erupted. A sky filled with murderous intent enveloped the area, so dense it was nearly tangible.

Utter madness!

Facing seven Immortals and over two hundred Golden Decree Divine Spirits forming a grand defensive array, he actually boasted he could sweep them all aside alone. Who gave him such courage?

"Brother Chu Yi... your frenzied appearance... Nanaki likes it very much."

"If you die, Sister will surely be heartbroken... *Sniffle*... Nanaki feels a bit sad too, you know."

Nanaki stepped out of the White Bone Palace. She raised her jade-like neck, gazing at the figure in the flapping Profound Robe under the crimson sky. His opponents were a host of celestial divinities, each emanating astounding power and displaying visions of their domains.

Every single one of them possessed combat strength at the half-step Radiant Moon level.

Even without the restrictions of the Divine Spirit Dojo, Nanaki herself wouldn’t dare to challenge all these celestial divinities alone, not unless she fully activated her Demon King Armor to confront Wei Wuyang’s true trump card.

Moreover, they could only use Spells—the cultivation system of this world.

The Abyss Demons were especially vocal in their battle cries. Chu Yi’s boundless arrogance and utter disregard for his opponents perfectly matched their own inclinations.

They were already on a desperate path with no retreat: if they didn’t kill their enemies, they would be the ones to die.