493: Chapter 510 Indignation!

Five people, five Nascent Soul treasures, and five world-destroying pressures faced off in the shattered stone chamber.

No one dared to strike first, and no one was willing to yield.

Yin Leici gripped the Zixiao Thunder Spear, his knuckles turning slightly white.

Yue Qingyao held the Taiyin True Blood in her hand, her expression cold and unreadable.

Xuan Zhenzi held his sword across his chest, his Sword Intent chilling as it locked onto everyone's Qi.

Yuan Tu held the hunyuan bone bead, silent as a stone.

Hua Nongying toyed with the Seven Emotions Plume, smiling broadly, but her eyes occasionally glanced at Yin Leici, clearly still harboring her previous thoughts.

Time passed second by second, and the air seemed to freeze.

In the distance, in a corner at the edge of the Restriction, Lu Ming leaned against the stone wall, watching the show with boredom.

"Fight! Hit him!" he shouted in his mind.

Yin Leici had been holding that thunder spear for ages; just thrust it out already!

Are they all just striking poses here?

Lu Ming almost felt like rushing up to fight for them.

This group was all bark and no bite, bickering for so long without anyone making a move.

But if they didn't fight, how would Lu Ming get a chance?

"No, I have to find a way to make them clash. It would be best if they all used up their trump cards."

He was still very wary of Nascent Soul methods; unless necessary, he really didn't want to Face these people directly.

However, Lu Ming soon frowned.

He looked up and felt the Nascent Soul Spiritual Pressure filling the surroundings. The power leaking from the five treasures was almost tangible, causing the Void Realm to warp slightly.

It was invisible and intangible, yet it made one feel suffocated from the very marrow of their bones.

It felt like walking on the bottom of a ten-thousand-fathom sea, where every step required resisting a weight of ten thousand tons.

Just a wisp of the leaking aura was enough to make one's heart skip a beat.

If they were allowed to fight unrestrained, the consequences would be unimaginable.

But Lu Ming didn't want to worry about that much.

He was confident that as long as he wasn't facing a True Monarch's true body, and it was merely an object carrying a Nascent Soul's power, he had the confidence to protect himself.

But if he didn't let them use and exhaust their power, he would have absolutely no chance of touching that spiritual item.

Choosing the lesser of two evils, he decided to take the risk.

He began to frown in deep thought, considering strategies.

But no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't come up with a relatively safe solution.

Although he was prepared to take a risk, he didn't want to just charge up recklessly.

Time passed second by second. That group was truly steady, still staring each other down even now.

"Could it be that we can only waste time like this?" Lu Ming felt a bit irritable.

Just as the atmosphere became increasingly heavy, footsteps echoed from the deep cave.

The footsteps were panicked and stumbling, as if being chased by something.

Lu Ming's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly turned his head.

The five people in the standoff did the same, their sharp gazes looking toward the direction of the sound.

Before long, a figure stumbled out of the cave.

The man's Daoist robes were tattered, with a deep wound on his left shoulder showing bone; the blood had already dried into a dark brown.

His hair was disheveled, his Face was covered in dust and blood, and his aura was somewhat weak.

But his eyes were incredibly bright, filled with excitement.

It was the wild joy of finally seeing the finish line after passing through numerous obstacles and narrowly escaping death.

"Finally... I finally made it through!"

Chen Yi'ang gasped for air, looking around, ready to receive his reward for passing the trial.

Then, he saw the corpse emitting four-colored spiritual light.

Then, he saw those five people...

And their five treasures radiating Nascent Soul pressure, along with five cold, emotionless gazes.

"Guh?"

Chen Yi'ang froze instantly, not moving a muscle.

His expression was frozen on his Face, a smile from surviving the ordeal still hanging on his lips, but fear had already flooded his eyes.

He just stood there frozen, like a stone statue.

In the distance, Lu Ming watched this scene, his eyes slightly narrowing.

"Someone else passed the trial?" he thought to himself.

It seemed the world's talents shouldn't be underestimated; there were plenty of capable people, and it wasn't a privilege exclusive to the Prodigies raised by Grotto-Heaven forces.

The fact that this guy could survive the trial meant his strength wasn't weak.

But in front of those five, he didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

This was the gap between a Grotto-Heaven and a Blessed Land—not a gap in strength, but the backing behind them.

Wait!

A flash of inspiration struck Lu Ming's mind, and he suddenly had a plan.

However, one person was still too few; it wasn't enough.

He needed more people!

By this time, Chen Yi'ang had recovered from his initial shock.

Looking at the people in front of him, Chen Yi'ang composed himself, smoothed out his messy clothes to look less pathetic, and quickly stepped forward to pay his respects.

"Chen Yi'ang of the Chen Family from the Panlong Blessed Land in the Western Wilderness greets you, Fellow Daoists!"

Hearing the other party announce his name, the five people's expressions remained calm, without the slightest change.

Yue Qingyao glanced at him and then looked away.

A disciple of a Blessed Land Family wasn't worth her attention.

Hua Nongying took a few more glances, but her eyes held only mockery, as if looking at prey that had wandered into a tiger's den.

Xuan Zhenzi didn't even look, still staring fixedly at Yin Leici.

Yuan Tu lifted his eyelids slightly and then lowered them again.

Yin Leici also glanced at the man and then frowned impatiently.

Another one coming to get a piece of the pie?

He was already furious, being targeted by the other four and full of pent-up anger with nowhere to vent.

Now an ignorant Blessed Land disciple had popped up, also wanting to snatch food from his mouth?

Calling them Fellow Daoists?

Heh, was he even worthy!?

"Get out!"

Yin Leici barked coldly.

It wasn't a suggestion, but a command.

This sudden shout immediately stunned Chen Yi'ang, and his Face gradually turned ugly.

Stepping forward to pay respects was a matter of social niceties, but he hadn't expected the other party to give him so little Face.

Yes, you are from an Inner Domain Grotto-Heaven, a Personal Disciple of the overlord force of the Profound Spirit Domain.

But I am at least the Young Lord of a Blessed Land Family. In terms of status, I'm not inferior to you Personal Disciples.

He thought everyone would be civil and that his greeting was common courtesy, but instead of a polite response, he was met with coldness and baseless verbal abuse.

This was a complete disregard for him and his Blessed Land Family.

This contempt made Chen Yi'ang extremely angry.

But the current situation was stronger than him; not to mention that his Blessed Land Family indeed couldn't afford to offend an Inner Domain Grotto-Heaven.

In the current situation, there were five people from the Inner Domain here, and he was all alone. He had to endure it for now out of necessity!

Even though he had just entered, he could feel the heavy atmosphere, which could be described as an undercurrent of surging danger.

So, after his expression shifted several times, Chen Yi'ang's lips moved as if to say something, but not a single word came out.

He then looked at the corpse and back at the five people in front of him. The excitement and joy in his eyes had long since vanished, replaced by humiliation and resentment.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and turned back toward the cave.

He didn't want to fight for it anymore, and he couldn't win anyway.

It was better to leave of his own accord to maintain some dignity and avoid further humiliation.

But before he could leave the cave, more footsteps echoed from the other tunnels.

And from the disorganized sound of the footsteps, it could be judged that more than one person was coming this time.

Sure enough, one, two, three... five, seven...

People began to emerge from the deep cave entrances one after another.

They looked exactly as he had initially—robes tattered, covered in blood, and their auras weak.

But every one of them had the excitement of surviving an ordeal in their eyes.

They had passed the trial, survived, and reached the end.

Then, they saw the corpse and the five people blocking the way.

Yue Qingyao still didn't look at them.

Hua Nongying's smile deepened, as if watching a group of prey walking into a trap.

Meanwhile, Yin Leici's expression became increasingly grim.

The matter here hadn't even been settled, yet more and more people were arriving, which meant more people to share the spoils.

He would never let these people touch what belonged to him.

"Leave this place, or Face the consequences!"

He suddenly shouted sharply, instantly drawing everyone's gaze.

But this time, the group didn't leave immediately.

It wasn't that Yin Leici's deterrent power was insufficient, but rather they had just arrived and didn't understand what was happening.

At that moment, someone noticed Chen Yi'ang, who was walking toward them with a dark expression.

An acquaintance quickly stepped forward to greet him and whispered a question.

"Brother Chen, what's the situation in there? And why are you..."

Seeing someone blocking his way, Chen Yi'ang's already poor expression darkened further, but seeing that the newcomer was a friend he knew, he temporarily suppressed his irritation.

However, faced with the question, Chen Yi'ang fell silent.

He didn't want to say, and he wasn't willing to say.

To him, this matter was a humiliation he didn't even want to recall.

If he said it in public, losing Face would be minor, but the damage to his Family's dignity would be significant.

Just as he was about to shake his head and brush it off, his expression suddenly froze.

His heart felt like a stone had been thrown into the center of a lake, with ripples spreading out one after another.

He recalled Yue Qingyao's indifferent gaze, Xuan Zhenzi's dismissive attitude, and Yin Leici's merciless verbal abuse.

These Grotto-Heaven Cultivators were high and mighty, looking down on these Outer Domain locals.

Even those as noble as a Blessed Land Family still weren't worthy in their eyes.

But why? Why could they be high and mighty, looking down on all living beings?

Why did he have to be subservient and hand over his path, Opportunity, and future to others!

Why! Why! Why!!!

An emotion called anger grew wildly in his heart. Even at this moment, Chen Yi'ang noticed something was wrong, but he couldn't resist the flood of anger sweeping through his mind!

If it were before, even if he were extremely angry, he would have only been angry for a moment.

Because he knew exactly how large the gap was between a Grotto-Heaven and a Blessed Land.

Failing to endure now would only lead to bad consequences.

Whether for himself or his Family, he wouldn't do anything to offend the Grotto-Heavens.

But now, he couldn't take it anymore!

So he looked around, his expression becoming very pained, and spoke to the surrounding Cultivators in a raspy voice.

"There's a fourth-grade spiritual item inside... even more precious than xuan yin jade marrow..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of several Cultivators paying attention to the changes here lit up, but before they could act, Chen Yi'ang doused them with cold water.

"Unfortunately, the Grotto-Heaven Exalted Cultivators won't let anyone near..."

"Won't let anyone near? Why?"

Someone immediately became indignant, their Face flushing red.

"Heh, why?"

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Chen Yi'ang's mouth, and he spoke with some helplessness.

"Because they said we low-born Outer Domain peasants... aren't worthy!"

As soon as these words came out, the crowd erupted.

"Not worthy? We went through hell to get here, why do they say we're not worthy?"

"Exactly! We passed the trials ourselves, we walked the path ourselves, why should all the good things go to them?"

"Can Grotto-Heaven people be this overbearing?"

The voices of discussion grew louder and louder, and emotions became more and more heated.

Resentment, anger, and grievance spread, fermented, and expanded within the crowd.

Several pairs of bloodshot eyes stared at the five figures, no longer filled with awe.

This angry emotion spread quietly through the crowd like a plague. More and more people learned of the situation and joined the ranks of those denouncing them, and the crowd gradually became boisterous.

Of course, there were also clever people who noticed the atmosphere was wrong and quietly retreated a few steps, using the crowd as a shield before turning to leave.

But more people stood their ground, their eyes full of resentment.

The Opportunity was right before them, within reach, yet they were being blocked at the door. They were bitter!

However, no one noticed that a pair of eyes in the crowd was silently watching all of this.

Lu Ming concealed his aura and blended into the edge of the crowd, a flash of satisfaction in his eyes.

That's right, he was the one behind all of this.

It wasn't that he controlled Chen Yi'ang, but rather he exploited the man's indignation, using 'The True Scripture of the Six Desires Heavenly Demon Governing All Spirits' obtained from Jiang Wunian to pluck the strings of his heart.

He completely triggered the resentment and anger in the other party's heart.

Then, using Chen Yi'ang as the source, he quietly spread these seeds of desire, which silently sank into the surrounding crowd, instantly causing public indignation.

Of course, this wasn't Lu Ming's ultimate goal.

Although these guys were numerous, Lu Ming was certain that with the arrogant nature of those from the Grotto-Heavens, they would never bow or yield.

There might be a conflict, but in the end, it would be impossible for them to contend with the Grotto-Heaven people.

Simply because the other side held absolute power; even if all these people attacked together, it would be futile.

And the reason Lu Ming went to such trouble was just to make his own presence less conspicuous.

After all, a single tree does not make a forest; only by hiding in the crowd would his future actions not seem so eye-catching.

And in fact, things went exactly as he wished.

Not long after this angry emotion grew in the crowd, a coarse voice suddenly erupted.

"I don't believe in this nonsense! If these guys have the guts, let them kill me, otherwise, I'm going to fight for this Opportunity!"

A burly man with a Face full of scars cursed and charged out of the crowd toward the five people.

Looking at him, he clearly seemed to have lost his senses.

His eyes were crimson, and his Face was distorted.

However, facing this charging man, Yin Leici only felt impatience.

He raised his hand, and a bolt of purple lightning shot out from his palm, hitting the man squarely in the chest.

"Boom!"

A mist of blood exploded, and bits of flesh flew everywhere; the man didn't even have time to scream. He was instantly turned into a cloud of blood, with not even a bone fragment left.

Dead silence.

Everyone was stunned, and fear, like a bucket of cold water, extinguished all the anger.

Those who were shouting for a fight just now felt their legs go soft, and they could barely stand.

Yin Leici withdrew his hand and coldly scanned the crowd: "Who else?"

No one dared to respond.

Regarding Yin Leici's action, the other four just kept their eyes on their own business, not stopping him at all, or rather, they simply didn't care.

Just as everyone thought the matter would end there, a raspy voice suddenly rang out from the crowd:

"They're killing people! These guys are actually killing people to monopolize the Opportunity!"

"It seems they never intended to let us leave alive. We might as well fight them!"

The voice came suddenly, from an unclear direction, and its owner couldn't be identified.

But these words were like a match thrown into a boiling pot of oil.

Yes, these Grotto-Heaven people had always treated Blessed Land Cultivators as sub-human. Now that they had seen their secret, would they let them leave alive?

Certainly not! Death either way, so they might as well risk it all!

"Fight!"

Someone was the first to charge out. Then a second, a third, a fourth... Fear was replaced by anger, anger was ignited by despair, and despair turned into final madness.

Dozens of figures charged toward the five people simultaneously, their eyes crimson and their Faces distorted.

Lu Ming stood at the very back of the crowd, watching this scene with a slight upturn of his lips.

It's done!