lcionline Chapter 1621
Chapter 1621
The city lord grew more and more excited as he spoke, and cloudy old tears rolled down his deeply lined cheeks. His voice trembled slightly with excitement: "So if our clan wants to break free from the shackles of fate, we must continuously embark on the path of immortality! Only by cultivating immortality can we give birth to long-lived powerhouses and compete for stars more suitable for our tribe to thrive!"
He turned abruptly, looked at the densely packed children in the square, and shouted hoarsely, "Children, the future of my tribe rests entirely on your shoulders!"
The square was as vast as a wilderness, with over 20,000 young men and women gathered there. Seeing the city lord, who had "broken the shackles of forty," weeping uncontrollably, the bewildered tribal men, women, and children below erupted in cheers, shouting in unison: "Worship the immortals, break the shackles, seize the stars, and bring peace to the tribe!"
After days of hype from the city lord's faction—telling a distorted "history" and using his own "breaking the limits of destiny" as an example—amidst the fervor of the crowd, he suddenly turned around and loudly proclaimed to the sky above the city lord's mansion: "Kneel down and welcome the arrival of the immortal sect's master!"
Before he finished speaking, he was the first to kowtow in the air, his posture extremely respectful.
The atmosphere had already reached its peak, and the mortals' reverence for the cultivators surged like a tidal wave. They immediately knelt down in unison, shouting like a tidal wave: "Welcome, Master of the Immortal Sect!"
"We beg the immortals to save us!"
"Immortal Master, please look! My child is born with extraordinary talents. Please take him in!"
Chen Xuan and Bai Li stood in the crowd in the square, watching these mortals not only send their children into the tiger's den but also worship the executioner as a god. A chill ran through them. Even with Chen Xuan's high level of cultivation, standing out from the crowd, the figure riding on purple immortal energy wouldn't have noticed him in the slightest.
"For an ordinary formal disciple of the Gu God Sect to have such a grand display shows that this sect has long been deeply entrenched and deeply rooted in this place," Chen Xuan said in a low voice.
A figure veiled in black descended, riding a sky full of purple divine light. As the light flowed, countless points of light seemed to float and sink within it. The mortals below, seeing this, felt even greater awe and knelt down in even more devout worship.
Only Chen Xuan could see it clearly – those so-called “purple divine radiance” were actually billions of tiny Gu worms raised by the disciples of the Gu God Sect. They were just scattered thinly at the moment, and only revealed their dreamlike purple color under the sunlight.
Su Ying never regarded mortals as her own kind. After descending, she only glanced at the square before pouring out a dense array of purple pellets from her storage bag and casually scattering them: "If you can achieve 'red flowers covering your head' within ten days after taking this pill, you will be qualified to enter my immortal sect."
After leaving those words, she floated in the air, saying no more, her gaze sweeping indifferently over the children below, as if she were examining merchandise waiting to be sold.
Purple "elixirs" rained down, and the mortals in the square instantly went into a frenzy. Adults and children alike pounced on them like hungry wolves, even grabbing and stuffing pellets that had rolled into the mud into their mouths.
"Don't take it! This is for my four-year-old daughter!"
"Eat a few more! Maybe we can overcome the hurdle of turning forty and spend more time with our children!"
Even more extreme, an elderly man nearing forty years old, ignoring others' attempts to stop him, swallowed the bullet he had snatched whole, his eyes filled with a desperate desire to live.
Chen Xuan flicked his finger, and a purple pellet silently landed in his palm. The moment his divine sense probed into it, he saw the core of the pill—three curled-up, sleeping Gu worm eggs, greedily absorbing the faint spiritual energy from the outer layer of the pill.
"What ruthless methods." He sneered inwardly. "These three Gu worms will slowly drain the host's essence and spirit, exhausting them within forty years. The day the host dies will be the day the Gu worms mature and are harvested by you, right?"
Just then, a piercing scream suddenly came from behind the crowd: "Ah—Immortal Master, save me! Save me!"
The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a middle-aged man rolling frantically on the ground, clutching his head. His skin was visibly shriveling up, and purplish-black blood was seeping from his seven orifices.