Chapter 24: The Five Great Sects

"Hahaha, this little girl is actually quite useful!"

Han Yang felt even more smug, wishing he could immediately drag Fairy Miaoyin back for another "cultivation" session.

...

Meanwhile, in the human territories.

"Have you heard? Han Yang, the Sect Master of the Blissful Immortal Sect, actually did that to Fairy Miaoyin of the Heavenly Sound Sect..."

"Shh! Keep your voice down. The matter is blowing up everywhere. It is said that Fairy Miaoyin was..."

"He’s worse than a beast! That Han Yang is simply a lecherous devil!"

"The Heavenly Sound Sect and the Heavenly Sword Sect have lost all their dignity. I heard the elders of both sects are discussing countermeasures, planning to unite with other sects to crusade against the Blissful Immortal Sect!"

At the same time, the elders of the Heavenly Sound Sect and the Heavenly Sword Sect gathered together, the atmosphere heavy and grim.

"Everyone, that Han Yang has gone too far. We must teach him a lesson!" the Great Elder of the Heavenly Sound Sect roared.

"Indeed! Our two sects have been thoroughly shamed by him. If we cannot seek justice, how can we maintain our standing in the cultivation world?" the Great Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect echoed.

"I propose we unite with other righteous sects to launch a joint crusade against Han Yang and his Blissful Immortal Sect!"

"Agreed!"

"Agreed!"

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[Level: 7]
[Beast Power: 2.2 million / 30 million]
[Current Cultivation: 8,400 years]
[Cultivation Growth Rate: 0.008 years/s]
[Talents: Eye of Truth, Wings of the Demon Lord, Body of the Demon Lord, Soul of the Taotie]

The system upgrade notification echoed in Han Yang’s mind like pleasant, celestial music.

He was in high spirits, preparing to consolidate his surging cultivation, when he suddenly frowned. A powerful aura, mixed with monstrous rage, was galloping rapidly toward the direction of the Blissful Immortal Sect.

"Tsk, they found me this quickly? It seems the commotion from our dual cultivation was a bit too loud."

"Very well, I'll use you lot to test my newly attained late-stage Soul Formation strength!"

He stood up, casually draped a robe over his shoulders, and pushed open the palace doors. In the distant sky, a dark, oppressive mass like a gathering storm cloud was approaching at an alarming speed.

The murderous aura was so intense that even from a great distance, the disciples of the Blissful Immortal Sect felt their hearts tremble.

"Sect Master! It’s the people from the Heavenly Sound Sect and the Heavenly Sword Sect! They come with ill intent!" a disciple reported, running over in a panic.

"What are you panicking about? I’ve never feared anyone in my life!"

Han Yang let out a cold snort. The Wings of the Demon Lord unfurled behind him, the massive black feathers blotting out the sun. With an aura capable of destroying heaven and earth, he soared directly into the sky.

"Little ones, set up the formation! Let’s welcome our distinguished guests!"

Han Yang’s voice boomed like rolling thunder across the Blissful Immortal Sect. Before long, the allied forces of the Heavenly Sound Sect and the Heavenly Sword Sect arrived at the mountain gate. Leading them were the Great Elders of both sects, their faces livid, their eyes practically breathing fire.

"Han Yang! You beast! Get out here and face your death!" the Great Elder of the Heavenly Sound Sect roared, his voice thick with killing intent.

Han Yang hovered in mid-air, looking down at them with a mocking smile.

"Yo, aren't these two old geezers? What’s the matter, in such a rush to come here and die?"

"You... how dare you insult us like this!" The Great Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect was so enraged his beard quivered, his entire body trembling.

"Insult? I’m only speaking the truth! Are you two old pieces of trash even worthy of challenging me?" Han Yang sneered dismissively. "That little wench, Fairy Miaoyin, was quite delightful. I hadn’t had my fill yet, and you’re already rushing to deliver your heads?"

At these words, the elders of both sects were incensed, wishing they could tear Han Yang to pieces on the spot.

"Han Yang! Stop your arrogance! Today is the day you die!"

The Great Elder of the Heavenly Sound Sect roared, conjuring an ancient zither. The notes transformed into thousands of sharp blades, sweeping toward Han Yang. The Great Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect was not to be outdone; he drew the longsword from his back, the blade’s light like a rainbow, striking directly at Han Yang's throat.

"Is this all you’ve got? Daring to show off your petty skills before me?" Han Yang chuckled coldly. The Body of the Demon Lord erupted instantly, shimmering with golden light like a god descending from the heavens. With a single wave of his hand, he dissipated the sky-filling sword aura and light.

"It is only polite to return what is given. Taste my power!"

Han Yang beat his wings, and countless black feathers transformed into sharp blades, shooting toward the disciples of both sects.

"Ah!" "Ah!"

Cries of agony rose one after another. The disciples fell like stalks of wheat, blood staining the earth red.

"Stop! Han Yang, you dare slaughter the disciples of our two sects like this? Are you not afraid of divine retribution?" the Great Elder of the Heavenly Sound Sect screamed in terror.

"Divine retribution? Old geezer, are you trying to scare me? I am the divine retribution!"

Han Yang laughed wildly, his laughter causing the surrounding space to distort. "Today, not only will I slaughter all you trash, but I will also drain the cultivation of everyone in your two sects, so you understand the consequence of offending me!"

As he spoke, he flapped the Wings of the Demon Lord violently, whipping up a gale that swept the surrounding disciples of the two sects into the vortex, tearing them to pieces like withered leaves. Blood and severed limbs rained down—a truly ghastly sight.

Watching their disciples being slaughtered, the elders were powerless and filled with despair. They never imagined that Han Yang’s strength would be this terrifying, like a demon god incarnate.

Just then, several powerful auras appeared on the distant horizon, streaking across the sky like meteors toward the Blissful Immortal Sect.

"It’s the people from the Profound Heaven Sect, the Purple Firmament Palace, and the Myriad Buddha Temple! They’ve come too!" a Heavenly Sword Sect disciple exclaimed, a glimmer of hope in his voice.

Indeed, before long, several figures appeared before them. Leading them were the Sect Master of the Profound Heaven Sect, the Palace Master of the Purple Firmament Palace, and the Abbot of the Myriad Buddha Temple, followed by their own elders and disciples.

"What is happening here? How did the Heavenly Sound Sect and the Heavenly Sword Sect end up like this?" the Profound Heaven Sect Master asked, his face darkening as he surveyed the corpses covering the ground.

The Great Elder of the Heavenly Sound Sect tearfully recounted what had happened, embellishing the story to portray Han Yang as an unforgivable devil and mentioning the abduction of Fairy Miaoyin.

"Preposterous! This Han Yang is completely insane to commit such atrocities against his own kind! As practitioners of the righteous path, we cannot stand by and watch!" the Purple Firmament Palace Master declared, filled with righteous indignation.

"Amitabha. This devil is steeped in sin and must be eradicated to serve as a warning to others," the Abbot of the Myriad Buddha Temple added solemnly.

The few experts at the Tribulation Stage exchanged glances and nodded, deciding to join forces against Han Yang. They cast a net of heaven and earth, trapping him within. Various magical artifacts and divine abilities were unleashed, attacking Han Yang like a torrential storm.

Seeing this, Han Yang felt no fear at all; instead, he laughed excitedly.

"Haha, just in time! I was just worrying about where to test my new strength!"

He unleashed the Body of the Demon Lord, his power erupting completely, shining with a golden light like a war god descended to earth.