Chapter 51: San Jue Venerable

Seeing that golden stone tablet, the crowd present was somewhat restless.

At this moment, everyone finally understood that they had actually reached the deepest part of the Demon Sealing Valley, the place where San Jue Venerable had suppressed the demonic creature in the past.

This was a place that had never been reached in any of the previous Demon Sealing Conferences.

At the thought that what was suppressed here was an extremely powerful demonic creature, everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

At this time, two groups of people also emerged from the passages on the other two sides.

One group consisted of Blood Moving Realm Martial Artists, while the other consisted of Lunhai Realm Martial Artists like Wei Guangming.

Seeing that Chen Yuan and Thirteen Lang Luo were also here, the expressions of Wei Guangming and Old Daoist Qi both changed.

Since they were alive, what about the people from the Iron Clad Gate and the Yinshan Five Ghosts?

From the crowd behind, several Disciples of the Iron Clad Gate scurried out and hurriedly fled to Wei Guangming’s side.

“Sect Leader! Senior Brother Zhang and the other seven were all killed by them! They even took the Senior Brothers’ heads and built a victory mound!”

These few people had been following fearfully behind the crowd, maintaining a great distance from Chen Yuan and his companion.

They had even taken off their Iron Bamboo Hats, for fear of being noticed by them.

Only now, upon seeing Wei Guangming, did they finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Wei Guangming’s body swayed, his Face full of disbelief.

The Iron Clad Gate had not been rising for long, and every Foundation Establishment Realm Martial Artist was a mainstay within the Sect.

Who would have thought that in this Demon Sealing Conference, eight would be lost all at once!

Even if they brought out a thousand Spirit Pills this time, it wouldn’t be enough to compensate for this loss!

“What about the other Yinshan Five Ghosts? Where are my brothers?”

Old Daoist Qi hurriedly grabbed the Iron Clad Gate Martial Artist’s clothes and asked anxiously.

“They’re dead too, killed by that saber-wielding Chen Tian. By the way, Sect Leader, that Chen Tian is not from the Sun Exchange Alliance, but a Loose Cultivator from Youzhou.”

Among those who came to participate in the Demon Sealing Conference, many had previously stayed in Wangbei Town.

Chen Yuan hadn’t publicly revealed his name, but his conversations with Luo Lie had been overheard by others in the restaurant.

Among them, someone who was on good terms with that Martial Artist from the Iron Clad Gate took the opportunity during the Demon Sealing Conference to pass the information to him.

Killing intent surged in Wei Guangming’s eyes.

Never mind that this Chen Yuan was a Loose Cultivator from Youzhou; even if he were from the Yiqi Guanhri Alliance, he would still kill him to vent his anger!

Old Daoist Qi could no longer restrain himself and immediately roared, “Chen Tian! Give me back my brothers’ lives!”

As soon as he spoke, Old Daoist Qi’s figure instantly turned into a streak of black light and appeared before Chen Yuan.

A pitch-black Daoist sword appeared in his hand, shrouded in eerie Devilish Qi. As the sword struck, it sounded like a ghost’s howl, appearing extremely sinister and fierce.

Among the Yinshan Five Ghosts, except for Han Gang and Qin Honglian, the relationships between the others weren’t actually good enough to risk their lives for one another.

However, their Cultivation Techniques complemented each other, and when united, their combat power was extremely strong; ordinary small Sects and families dared not provoke them.

Now that only Old Daoist Qi was left of the Yinshan Five Ghosts, his prestige had plummeted. How could he not be filled with hatred?

At the same time, Wei Guangming also said nothing, his body launching like a cannonball as he threw a punch directly at Thirteen Lang Luo.

In the outside world, they would still give the Three Demon Clans some Face and avoid fighting, but here, they had no such scruples.

At this moment, Wei Guangming felt a faint sense of regret; he shouldn’t have sent his subordinates to kill them.

Waiting until they reached this place for himself and Old Daoist Qi to strike together would have been more secure and wouldn’t have resulted in such heavy losses.

It was just that Wei Guangming hadn’t expected this Demon Sealing Conference to be so long—so long that they had actually reached the end of the Demon Sealing Valley.

According to past experience, the three groups of people would not meet; once the Formation was repaired and the entrance opened again, they would depart.

Furthermore, what Wei Guangming found even more inconceivable was that eight Iron Clad Gate Martial Artists, plus four of the notoriously fearsome Yinshan Five Ghosts, had actually failed.

Such a lineup was more than enough to forcibly kill a Lunhai Realm expert; how could they have fallen at the hands of two Foundation Establishment Realm Martial Artists?

However, he soon understood how those people had died.

The golden True Qi around Thirteen Lang Luo’s body erupted with a boom as he suddenly thrust his Mystic Flood Dragon Spear upward. His Battle Intent surged—Dragons and Snakes Rising!

Even Wei Guangming didn’t dare to Face that extreme, sharp Battle Intent with his Physical Body, and was forced to take off his mystic gold helm and smash it down.

With a clanging explosion, Thirteen Lang Luo was pushed back three steps, while a spear mark was left on the mystic gold helm in Wei Guangming’s hand.

On the other side, Chen Yuan directly drew the killing intent origin into his body. Blood Fiend Force condensed on his blade—Sea of Blood Rising Waves, Treading Waves Slash!

As the saber and sword clashed, the overbearingly powerful blood fiend qi instantly dispersed the eerie Devilish Qi on Old Daoist Qi’s sword tip, producing a clanging blast.

Chen Yuan and Old Daoist Qi both took a step back; the two sides actually seemed evenly matched.

Old Daoist Qi’s expression turned grave.

He finally understood why Qin Honglian and the other three had died.

Old Daoist Qi’s studies were eclectic; sword techniques were not his true trump card.

But he was, after all, a Lunhai Realm Martial Artist, and in the Late Stage at that.

Yet this Chen Tian was able to trade blows with him as an equal. How terrifying must this strength be?

The surrounding Martial Artists were also dumbfounded.

Fighting above one’s level wasn’t unheard of, but it usually only occurred within the Lower Three Ranks of the martial path.

Body Tempering, Pulse Opening, and Blood Moving were all about tempering and polishing the Physical Body.

At this stage, if you knew more Advanced Internal Skills or more powerful Martial Skills, it was normal to fight above your level.

However, once one stepped into the Middle Three Ranks, starting from the Foundation Establishment Realm, every increase in major Realm resulted in a leap-like growth in power.

To still be able to fight above one’s level at this point was somewhat terrifying.

Usually, it was hard to see even one, but today they had encountered two.

Just as Wei Guangming and Old Daoist Qi were about to strike again, a long sigh suddenly came from the eerie forest in front of them.

“A thousand years have passed, and this Jianghu is still the same. When will the cycle of vengeance end? When will the grudges and grievances cease?”

The voice was old and hoarse, carrying a sense of the vicissitudes of long-passed ages.

Everyone present turned their eyes toward the forest.

Those bizarre trees seemed like living things, parting one after another, and an old man stepped out from within.

However, his appearance caused the expressions of the many Martial Artists present to change slightly.

One half of the old man’s Face had the air of a transcendent immortal, while the other half was covered in pitch-black flesh and fascia, resembling tangled plant roots, hideous as a hungry ghost.

Wei Guangming suddenly thought of something and asked cautiously, “Are you San Jue Venerable?”

The old man nodded and sighed, “This old man is San Jue. After waiting bitterly for a thousand years, someone has finally reached this place.”

The crowd present was suddenly in an uproar.

San Jue Venerable from a thousand years ago was actually still alive!

On the path of martial arts, even if one reached the Peak of the Ninth Rank, their Lifespan would not exceed three hundred years.

Moreover, after two hundred years, one’s Qi and blood would begin to decline and wither, no longer at their Peak.

A person who had lived for a thousand years—if he wasn’t an immortal, what was he?

“You’re actually still alive? Could it be that you’ve already broken the boundaries of life and death?”

At this moment, Old Daoist Qi no longer cared about killing Chen Yuan.

He thought of something, and a look of fanaticism appeared in his eyes.

San Jue Venerable shook his head. “How could the boundaries of life and death be so easily broken? I hadn’t heard of it a thousand years ago, and I believe no one can do it now.”

“I am actually considered dead. My current existence is only because my soul is entangled with that demonic creature, and my Physical Body has fused with it.”

“So strictly speaking, I am actually barely surviving by relying on that demonic creature’s power.”

“However, since you young friends of later generations have come today, this old man should finally be able to find liberation.”

San Jue Venerable gave a long sigh. “Back then, I somewhat underestimated this demonic creature’s power. I originally intended to suppress and obliterate it, but I never expected that even after a thousand years, I would still fail.”

“I left three Disciples outside to handle the aftermath, but it seems now that the descendants of those three worthless Disciples of mine must have also declined.”

“Over the years, not only have they failed to increase the power of the Formation, but they’ve also allowed that demonic creature to strike the Formation every so often, resulting in power leakage.”

“Thus, I have always wanted to find an opportunity to notify them and have them modify the Formation.”

“Otherwise, merely repairing it is not enough; this thousand-year-old Formation can no longer completely suppress the demonic creature.”

“Unfortunately, this body of mine is already dead. Its power comes from that demonic creature, and being obstructed by it, I couldn’t get any messages out.”

“Every ten years, I can actually sense you young friends coming to help suppress the overflowing Devilish Qi, but unfortunately, no one has ever been able to reach this place.”

“Heaven has eyes. After a thousand years, I have finally waited for you young friends to arrive, giving me a chance to completely slay this demonic creature.”

“This old man implores you all to set aside your personal grudges for now and help me slay this demonic creature to eliminate future troubles once and for all.”

“I have no possessions of value, save for three Cultivation Techniques that are worth something, which I am willing to gift to you young friends.”

“I hope you young friends will prioritize the big picture. This old man thanks you!”

“Venerable, you are too kind!”

The many Martial Artists present hurriedly returned the gesture, their Faces full of excitement.

Being able to help the famous San Jue Venerable from a thousand years ago suppress a Devil Head was something that would bring great prestige just by speaking of it.

Most importantly, this San Jue Venerable was even willing to pass his Cultivation Techniques to them, which made them even more tempted.

Although they didn’t know how strong San Jue Venerable’s three Cultivation Techniques were, they were surely at least Earth-Grade, or even Heaven-Grade!

Among these Jianghu People present, those with Earth-Grade Cultivation Techniques were few and far between, let alone Heaven-Grade ones.

Wei Guangming’s heart was even more fervent.

He had originally come for the Cultivation Technique; before there was only one, but now there were three—this was simply an unexpected boon.

As for his grudge with Chen Yuan, he would set it aside for the time being.

Anyway, once they got out, he would have countless opportunities to deal with him!