438: Chapter 442 Taunting!

There were not a few people who had the same thought as him.

Low-level Cultivators were still somewhat restrained, at most muttering a few words in private.

But the Great True Persons, who were also from the Thirty-Six Blessed Lands, did not have so many scruples when speaking.

Most of them just glanced at Yun Chenzi with mocking eyes, not directly speaking out to ridicule him. However, there were indeed some with sharp tongues among them.

"Yun Chenzi, it's been a long time, why have you fallen so far?"

The one speaking was Yuan Tiangang of the Tiangang Blessed Land.

He stood with his arms crossed, looking down at Yun Chenzi with a hint of playfulness in his tone.

He did not deliberately intend to ridicule Yun Chenzi; he had only met him once before and knew well that this person's Heart-Nature was arrogant.

In the past, he wouldn't necessarily strive to be first in everything, but he would certainly never shrink to the side to lower his presence.

Seeing him in this state now really surprised him a bit.

However, he was straightforward by nature and did not worry about the occasion, so he said it directly.

Once these words were spoken, someone immediately laughed out loud.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, what you said... he is the number one person in the Northern Border's Daoist fighting, naturally he looks down on us who come from other regions."

Someone chimed in with a sarcastic tone.

"Heh, 'number one person in the Northern Border's Daoist fighting'? I think he is nothing more than that."

A Golden Core Perfection from a certain Blessed Land in the Western Desolation smiled contemptuously.

"In the Western Desolation, I often heard of this person's great name—transforming the Five Elements into Yin and Yang, crossing the five calamities to enter the Dao Realm—praised as if it were miraculous."

"This time, I came to see this legendary figure, but... tsk tsk, the reputation is not matched by reality; it is truly disappointing."

He sneered, his tone full of disdain.

"Exactly, look at his pathetic state; could it be that he was beaten by someone?"

Several people around him echoed, their words filled with schadenfreude.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist, that's going too far. The Qingming Immortal Sect didn't just send Yun Chenzi; be careful that his Senior Brothers don't join forces to trouble you."

The person speaking glanced towards another side, where four people were standing.

They were the four Peak Masters of the Qingming Immortal Sect: Pei Lingxu, Master of the Hidden Sword Peak; Mu Changchun, Master of the Evergreen Peak; Yue Hanshan, Master of the Zhenyue Peak; and Su Ruoli, Master of the Miaomiao Peak.

They naturally would not miss a grand event like the Xuanling Secret Realm, so they had come together.

At this moment, hearing someone draw the topic to them, all four looked at their noses and kept their hearts calm, remaining silent, as if they had the words "irrelevant" written on their faces.

Although Yun Chenzi was from the same Sect as them, because of the Qingwei Dao Sect, their status and positions could not be compared.

Yun Chenzi looked down on them from the bottom of his heart, so their relationship naturally was not very good.

Previously, when Yun Chenzi stepped into the Dao Realm, they had come to offer congratulations, but that was only to ease the relationship.

Only, they did not expect that when they met again, Yun Chenzi would be in this state of serious injury. Seeing his withered aura, he was likely heavily injured.

So now, there was no point in expecting any fellow-disciple camaraderie or huddling together for warmth.

If they did not kick him while he was down, that was already benevolence and righteousness.

...

These filthy words naturally reached Yun Chenzi's ears.

With his current cultivation, any movement within a radius of dozens of miles could not escape his perception.

The ridicule, contempt, and schadenfreude of those people entered his ears without missing a single word.

However, his heart was without ripples; his Dao Heart was like a mirror.

What did the idle gossip of outsiders matter?

He, Yun Chenzi, had reached this day relying not on others' evaluations, but on his own Dao.

He only cared about his own Dao path.

"When I break through to the Nascent Soul stage and condense the Dao Fruit, I would like to see how you people will act with arrogance first and then servility later."

He closed his eyes and continued to regulate his breath.

The Human Tribulation had been dispelled, the Heart Demon had been removed, and the Nascent Soul Dao path was within reach.

What could a few idle words do to him?

He knew that rather than dwelling on it or getting angry now, it would be better to wait until he had advanced further before settling the score.

Time continued to pass in this strange atmosphere.

Until—

"Look over there quickly!"

In the crowd, someone exclaimed in a low voice.

Everyone followed his gaze and saw a Phoenix carriage pulled by three Azure Phoenixes slowly approaching from the horizon.

The Azure Phoenixes were entirely emerald green, their feathers like carved jade, and each had the aura of the Early Golden Core Stage!

The three flew together, and as they spread their wings, they scattered specks of azure light, which was breathtakingly beautiful.

Above the Phoenix carriage, beaded curtains hung down, and a graceful figure could be vaguely seen sitting inside.

She was surrounded by a faint clear light, her face could not be seen clearly, and one could only vaguely glimpse a graceful outline.

This scene caused many Cultivators to gasp, and then they began to discuss it heatedly.

"Hiss—using Tier 3 Azure Phoenixes to pull a carriage? Who has such a grand display?"

"Could it be that another one of the Thirty-Six Blessed Lands is about to arrive?"

"Blessed Lands? How could a Blessed Land have such a foundation?"

Someone knowledgeable immediately retorted.

"In my opinion, I'm afraid they are from that place!"

"You mean..."

"I'm afraid there's no doubt about it! Look at those three Azure Phoenixes; they are a rare breed of Azure Phoenix, not something a non-Nascent Soul Sect can afford to raise! And that emblem on the Phoenix carriage, if I recall correctly, is the mark of the Taixuan Immortal Sect!"

"Taixuan Immortal Sect? Could that be the Saintess of the Taixuan Immortal Sect inside?"

The crowd discussed, guessing which great figure was inside.

However, before the words had finished, another exclamation came from the other side.

"Look over there!"

Everyone turned their heads and saw an ancient Vicious Beast with a pitch-black body pulling an ancient war chariot as it broke through the air.

The Vicious Beast looked like a Qilin but had three heads, and its six eyes flashed with blood-red light.

Every step it took on the Void Realm left a burning footprint, as if it were even cracking the Void Realm itself.

On the war chariot stood a young man dressed in dark red robes, his whole body surging with monstrous Devilish Qi, almost condensed into substance!

His face was handsome but revealed an indescribable sinister quality, and a faint, elusive smile hung on the corners of his lips, making people shudder.

"Six Desires Demonic Sect!"

In the central area, someone from a Blessed Land recognized the monstrous Devilish Qi, and their expression changed instantly.

"Why have they come to join the fun too?!"

"Nonsense, with such a big event as the Xuanling Secret Realm, how could Devil Heads like them, who only care about profit, not come?"

Someone cursed in a low voice, but did not dare to be loud, for fear of being heard by that Devilish Son.

As if by prior agreement, after these two appeared, one figure after another descended in succession.

A Daoist in white robes stepped on a Flying Sword and arrived gracefully.

Sword Qi was awe-inspiring around him, but not a single bit leaked out, clearly someone who had achieved Major Achievement in the Dao of the Sword and could control it freely.

This person came from the Qingwei Dao Sect and was the Dao Child of this generation—Xuan Zhenzi.

Of course, the other four of the Seven Grotto-Heavens naturally did not fall behind.

Seven figures descended one after another.

They stood in the most central area, distinct from those from the Blessed Lands.

There was no communication between the seven, and there was even a faint sense of hostility permeating the air.

But everyone knew that this group of people represented the most top-tier power in the entire Profound Spirit Domain—the Seven Grotto-Heavens!

These were the true chess players.

And those so-called "great figures" of the Thirty-Six Blessed Lands could only stand aside at this moment.