“The latest recording stone of the Yaoguang Immortal Lord, only ten medium-grade spiritual stones.”
“The limited edition recording stone of ‘Yaoguang Immortal Lord Splitting Peace with Three Swords’, strictly limited to ten pieces across the entire immortal sect, private message me if you wish to purchase.”
“The Yaoguang Immortal Lord…”
“What the hell? Why is the immortal sect forum entirely filled with the Yaoguang Immortal Lord!”
A green-robed rogue immortal tossed aside the communication jade slip in his hand and couldn’t help muttering.
Immediately, someone crowded over beside him: “What do you know? That is the Yaoguang Immortal Lord, the top traffic idol of the immortal sects! Think back to how…”
The green-robed rogue immortal was forced to begin receiving popular science.
Legend has it that three hundred years ago, demonic energy bred within the three realms, and demons and monsters ran rampant across the Nine Provinces.
Faced with the invasion of demonic energy, the three thousand immortal sects were forced to meet them in battle. Yet the demons were numerous and ferocious, and cries of sorrow echoed across the immortal and mortal worlds…
Just as the immortal sects were on the verge of being broken, a youth in azure robes suddenly descended from the heavens, entering the mortal world with sword in hand.
Many elders who once witnessed the Yaoguang Immortal Lord split peace with three swords say that in that year, the Yaoguang Immortal Lord used one sword to cleave open the demonic abyss, a second sword to seal ten thousand demons, and a third sword to sweep away the demonic energy.
After three swords, all hordes of demons were annihilated, and the universe was purified and clarified.
When the sky-obscuring demonic energy scattered and warm sunlight once again shone upon the earth, the Yaoguang Immortal Zun stood at the edge of the clouds, looking like a god, peerless in grace and demeanor.
From then on, there were no demons in the immortal sects, and no disasters in the mortal world.
“Is he really that powerful?” The green-robed rogue immortal scratched his head.
He had also heard legends of the Yaoguang Immortal Lord, but always felt they sounded like sheer nonsense.
Leaving aside how powerful demonic energy could be making even the three thousand immortal sects powerless to resist it even if such a thing truly existed and the three thousand immortal sects couldn’t hold out against it, he could settle it with just three swords?
Utter bullshit.
That wasn’t an immortal; that was ascending to become a god.
Yet gods had perished ten thousand years ago, and the gates of heaven were closed.
Nowadays, mortals cultivating immortality had no path for ascension either, merely extending their lifespans at best.
If the Yaoguang Immortal Lord were truly this formidable, he really would love to witness it for himself.
“Is the Yaoguang Immortal Lord… still alive?”
The green-robed rogue immortal asked in a daze.
“What kind of talk is that?! What do you mean ‘is he still alive’? Of course he’s still alive!”
The fairy who had been giving him popular science immediately flew into a rage, her willow eyebrows raised vertically and her apricot eyes wide open: “The Grand Elder of the Xiaoyao Sect, the current number one major sect in the immortal sects, is none other than the Yaoguang Immortal Lord! Furthermore, the Yaoguang Immortal Lord descends the mountain every year to exterminate demons and subdue monsters—where else do you think recording stones come from!”
“Then… why doesn’t the Yaoguang Immortal Lord take on disciples?”
Which of the heavyweight grandmasters counted in today’s immortal sects didn’t have three thousand disciples under their banner?
Yet they had never heard of this Yaoguang Immortal Lord having any descendants or successors.
The little fairy’s face instantly collapsed: “The Yaoguang Immortal Lord… never takes disciples.”
During the immortal sects’ once-in-a-century grand disciple-recruitment ceremony, the Yaoguang Immortal Lord never showed his face. Their hearts as devoted fanboys and fangirls were truly shattered.
The green-robed rogue immortal found it even stranger: with such immense power, why wouldn’t he take disciples?
Seemingly perceiving the green-robed rogue immortal’s doubts, someone else crowded closer: “Because the Yaoguang Immortal Zun is socially phobic; he suffers from living-being phobia. The only things allowed to exist around him are either corpses or people on the verge of death.”
The green-robed rogue immortal found it even stranger.
No, what kind of malady is this?
Who on earth refuses to see living people!
Yuxu Mountain Peak, Xiaoyao Sect
The Yaoguang Immortal Lord, mythologized to god-like proportions by a throng of fairies and immortals, was currently sitting alone in his own room.
Chi Changye looked to be around twenty years old, youthful and heroic.
The young immortal was exceptionally handsome, with a gorgeous and flamboyant visage that all the peach blossoms of spring could not match in ten-thousandths.
Yet the young man’s pair of long eyebrows were like swords, and his twin phoenix eyes resembled ice, giving his entire face a frost-covered, snow-condensed, cold and ruthless sharpness that inspired awe and fear in all who looked upon him.
At this moment, the immortal, resembling a snow-covered green pine, bore a pale complexion with his brows furrowed slightly.
His upper body was bare, his fair skin resembling a mountain of jade a pleasing sight to behold.
There was a wound about two inches long on the left side of the young man’s chest.
The wound was everted, exposing flesh and blood, looking gruesome and terrifying.
Bright red bloodstains continuously welled up from the wound, and several blood-soaked gauze pads had already been discarded on the table.
A half-silver mask lay discarded beside the gauze, also stained with blood.
Chi Changye picked up a porcelain bottle, expressionlessly sprinkling medicinal powder onto the wounded area, his shoulders trembling slightly.
As soon as the medicinal powder touched the wound, it rapidly melted into it. If one listened closely, a faint sizzling sound could even be heard.
The wound rapidly shrank as if being scorched, finally forming a dark brown scab.
Chi Changye released his lower lip, which he had bitten until it bled, beads of cold sweat already beading his forehead.
After a moment, he eased up, took a deep breath, and flipped out another porcelain bottle, shaking out a blood-and-qi-nourishing pill to toss into his mouth before collapsing over his desk as if drained of all strength.
Bang, bang, bang.
Crisp and rhythmic knocking sounded at the door.
Chi Changye frowned: “Who is it?”
The young man’s tone was unfriendly, sounding somewhat irritated.
“Me.” A hearty laugh came from outside the door.
Chi Changye grew even more irritated: “No one here, died, scram.”
Annoying pest, will you ever finish!
The man outside the door laughed even louder: “Chi Changye, Lao Chi, open the door. I know you’re inside, don’t hide in there and refuse to come out.”
Irritated, Chi Changye stood up, casually grabbed a garment to put on, and didn’t forget to use a dust-removal spell to rid his body of bloodstains before reluctantly going to pull open the door: “If you have a sickness, go get it treated; stop coming here to bother me.”
The young man’s face was as dark as if it could drip rain at any moment, glaring gloomily at the person outside the door.
The man outside wasn’t very old either, looking around twenty-four or twenty-five, dressed in lake-green robes and equally peerless in handsomeness.
Seeing Chi Changye open the door, the smile in the man’s eyes grew even richer: “Hahaha, Lao Chi, you shouldn’t have asked who it was. Aside from me, who else in the three thousand immortal sects dares to knock on your Yaoguang Immortal Lord’s door?”
“Scram to you too.” Chi Changye said coldly, turning around to head back into his room.
“Don’t be so heartless.” Yue Qianfan, the Sect Master of the Xiaoyao Sect, didn’t mind Chi Changye’s cold face in the slightest, following him inside with a cheeky grin. The two had known each other for three hundred years and shared a life-and-death friendship.
Yue Qianfan was long accustomed to Chi Changye’s indifference, and chattered with a cheeky smile: “Lao Chi, it’s the once-in-a-century immortal sect disciple-recruitment grand ceremony again. You—wait, are you injured?”
Only after stepping inside did he notice the pile of red gauze pads stacked on the table and belatedly catch the heavy, pungent stench of blood filling the room.
Yue Qianfan grabbed Chi Changye’s hand, making to tear open his clothes: “Let me see, where are you injured? Is it serious?”
“You’re sick.” Chi Changye cursed, prying open Yue Qianfan’s hand and expressionlessly setting about cleaning up the pile of blood-stained cloth strips, “I am also made of flesh and blood; what’s so strange about getting injured?”
Yue Qianfan couldn’t accept it: “You are Chi Changye!”
How could Chi Changye possibly get injured?!
A single figure in azure robes stepping into the mortal world, the number one figure in the three thousand immortal sects.
The day Chi Changye entered the world, he became number one in the immortal sects!
In the current immortal sects, there was actually someone capable of injuring him?
Yue Qianfan couldn’t believe it. Has this world gone mad?
Chi Changye’s complexion still carried an abnormal pallor: “You’ve come at the right time; I am going into seclusion.”
“No, Lao Chi, it’s been three hundred years. Can’t you take on a disciple? Do you have any idea what people outside are saying about your Yaoguang Immortal Lord? They’re saying you probably died long ago, otherwise why wouldn’t you even have a single disciple!”
Yue Qianfan stamped his feet: “Take on a disciple before going into seclusion, alright? I’m begging you as your elder brother.”
“Can’t take any.” Chi Changye casually drew a talisman, burning the pile of blood-stained cloth strips to ashes.
“Why not? Would taking a disciple kill you?”
“Yes.”
“No, Chi Changye, don’t push me damn it, you old bastard, you kicked me!”
Yue Qianfan let out a wail, his body already outside the door.
Immediately following that, with a bang, the door closed right in front of him, and a golden lotus barrier rose up before vanishing into thin air.
Yue Qianfan stared at the closed door with a dark face.
Damn that Chi Changye!