The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 1133 - 611: How Much Is It Worth? (Third Update +1500 Words, Requesting Pink Tickets!)

After the final stroke was completed, the Blood Contract suddenly ignited without a flame, and in just a few breaths, it burned away leaving not even ashes behind.

The document has been burned to the heavens. From now on, this contract is guarded by ghosts and gods.

It was only then that Changtian glanced at Elder Bian, who felt a chill run through his body, and heard the other say: "As for you, I have other uses." Before he could react, the Nanming Lihuo Sword was already at his throat, forcing him to raise his hands obediently and be collected into the God Demon Prison.

Elder Bian was just an avatar of Yin Jiu You, and Changtian couldn’t just let him die like that.

The Nanming Lihuo Sword specializes in breaking evil and powerful spirits, particularly commanding over souls. The terrifying high temperature attached to the sword is the nemesis of most soul bodies. Typically, fierce ghosts appear in desolate graves, ruined temples, or cold places. Have you ever seen them appear in a blacksmith shop or a refining room? Elder Bian, though an avatar of Yin Jiu You, could not withstand this Divine Sword, even if Yin Jiu You’s deep cultivation might not fear it.

Chang Legon stood in place for a while, then picked up the Jade Scroll from the table, clutching it tightly as if grasping the hope in his heart.

Yin Jiu You had a clever scheme, once again trying to profit from the side.

However, it was all worth it, as long as it was for her, the accounts between them could wait to be settled.

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The Hidden Stream Demons waiting outside the courtyard patiently waited for nearly half an hour before they saw Changtian calmly walk out.

Qingluan, observant and perceptive, noticed almost immediately that although the Divine Monarch still had a stern face, his aura was somehow different. If, before entering this courtyard, it seemed the world owed him a life, now as he walked out, his steps seemed lighter, even filled with a touch of ease.

What exactly happened in that courtyard? Everyone looked at each other, feeling curious.

However, they didn’t have time to ponder this, because the City Defense Patrol dispatched by the Central Capital Supervision Bureau finally arrived to intercept them.

In this ten-mile long street.

Chang Legon had broken the link between the Mirror World and the Southern Continent, causing the elders of the Heavenly Residence to be trapped within Bai Yujing, their life or death unknown; he also slew a member of the Jiuxiao Sect right in the busy streets of the Central Capital, with hundreds of eyewitnesses present. Under such circumstances, the pressure on the Supervision Bureau was immense. If they didn’t deal with this lawless group of demons, the bureau’s reputation would be tarnished, and how could the Central Capital boast of long-lasting peace in the future?

Thus, standing in front of Changtian and the Hidden Stream crowd were over three hundred city defense patrol members exuding a rolling killing aura. Leading them were the three tributes of the Supervision Bureau, who usually enjoyed the comfort and respect Central Capital afforded, awaiting such a day when they could lend a helping hand during a critical moment.

These three were all early-stage Tribulation Crossing Cultivators, naturally coming with the arrogance of superiors: "State your name."

"Hidden Stream, Changtian is here." His pride would never allow him to explain. Besides, what use was explanation? He really had nearly dismantled the Heavenly Residence, he really had killed someone in the street.

This battle was inevitable.

After all, they were merely Cultivators who had yet to cross the tribulation. The cultivation of those three wasn’t even worth Changtian’s consideration. What truly surprised him, however, was that the killing momentum of these three hundred city defense patrol members, including their presence, was tightly connected with the overall fortune of the entire Central Capital.

In the eyes of such great power as himself, the Central Capital, a metropolis with a population exceeding ten million and the economic heart of the world, had the purple aura steaming and lingering above it, so dense it could not be dispersed by wind or rain. This was the Qi Fortune, also called "Hua Gai," formed by the collective will of the secular world’s countless people.

It was even strong enough to exert suppressive force on any unwelcome outsiders. And though the individual strength of the city defense patrol appeared insignificant to Changtian, they represented the will of the Central Capital, unconsciously merging their aura with the city’s Qi Fortune!

If Changtian were to become their enemy, the Qi Fortune formed by the tens of millions living in this city would exert suppressive force on him. After all, he had yet to regain the True Form of Ba Snake, yet to restore his strength to its peak.

He had never encountered such a situation before, for in his era, the Southern Continent had never seen such a vast megacity, nor had there ever been a settlement with so many people living together.

In that instant, several thoughts flashed rapidly through his mind, like sparkling shells dredged up from the deep sea of his memories.