Cultivation starts from devouring the Dao fruits

"Sister Zhang, Brother Li, it is all my fault. I am sorry to both of you. I swear, from now on, I will no longer appear before your eyes."

After the Thousand Mysteries Sect enchantress apologetically stepped forward pitifully among the crowd, she retreated back into the ranks of the Thousand Mysteries Sect.

Within the phoenix eyes of the Colorful Spirit Fairy brimmed with a killing intent. She swept her gaze over the person from White Peak Mountain and coldly said, "White Peak's interference in the magical combat and his attempt to attack an elder of the Dan Ling Sect warrant death!"

The complexion of the person from White Peak blanched, and a chill surged through his heart. Although he was a Foundation Establishment Great Perfection Cultivator, he was still no match before the Colorful Spirit Fairy.

Nangong Yun slightly smiled and said, "Colorful Spirit Fairy, the person from White Peak was only distraught with concern for his son, which led him to act rashly. Although he should be punished, his actions do not warrant death!"

Cang Wushuang coldly said, "No, I think the person from White Peak has broken the rules and deserves to die!"

You Tianming sneered and said, "I agree with fellow Daoist Nangong, the person from White Peak's actions do not warrant death!"

Yuwen Zhenming slightly narrowed his eyes, his gaze swept past You Tianming and Nangong Yun, a sense of crisis arising in his heart, he grinned and said, "The person from White Peak deserves death! Shiyang Hermit, what do you think?"

Five glances all fell on the Shiyang Hermit.

The five Golden Core cultivators had come this time to attend the Golden Core ceremony of the Shiyang Hermit, and they also wanted to see which side's forces the Shiyang Hermit would favor.

The Shiyang Hermit spoke neither too humbly nor too haughtily, "The person from White Peak has broken the rules and must be penalized, heavily penalized! But, his actions do not warrant death!"

The Colorful Spirit Fairy coldly said, "Then let him sever one of his arms!"

Nangong Yun nodded slightly, "Agreed!"

The rest of the Golden Core cultivators remained silent.

A mere person from White Peak was not worth a second glance from those Golden Core cultivators. They were merely using this incident to probe each other.

The person from White Peak forced a wry smile, sliced off his own left arm with a sword, and gritted his teeth, "Thank you, seniors, for sparing this lowlife's life! I understand my mistake!"

The Colorful Spirit Fairy flicked her finger and a fireball flew straight out, landing on the arm of the person from White Peak, burning his severed arm to ash.

The man from White Peak's face twitched, he lowered his head, venom swirling in his eyes, yet he dared not meet the Colorful Spirit Fairy's gaze, and he stealthily glanced at Zhao Yu.

The Shiyang Hermit slightly smiled and invited, "Fellow Daoists, please accompany me to the City Lord's residence for a chat!"

The five Golden Core cultivators all nodded slightly.

The Colorful Spirit Fairy glanced coldly at the person from White Peak and coldly said, "Aren't you going to scram?"

"This lowly one is going right now!"

The person from White Peak, with a humiliated face, lowered his head, and maneuvered his magic artifact to fly far away.

Only then did the Colorful Spirit Fairy proceed with the other four Golden Core cultivators towards the City Lord's residence in Shiyang City.

Zhao Yu watched the retreating figure atop White Peak, a trace of cold light flitting across his eyes.

Accompanied by a whiff of fragrant breeze, Nangong Shiyao gracefully approached Zhao Yu and spoke softly, "Fellow Daoist Zhao Yu, I am Nangong Shiyao from the Thousand Mysteries Sect. May I ask if you could hand over fellow Daoist Jing's body to me for a proper burial? After all, he died for the Thousand Mysteries Sect."

Zhao Yu stepped past Nangong Shiyao to Jing Xiongtao's corpse, removed various Spiritual Artifacts and his storage bag, and then said, "Please do!"

Nangong Shiyao took a deep look at the ungentlemanly Zhao Yu, lightly clapped her hands, and two disciples from the Thousand Mysteries Sect stepped forward to take Jing Xiongtao's body away.

Qi Changsheng coldly said, "Friend Zhao, it was just a trivial verbal dispute, and yet you resorted to killing. Aren't you being too cruel?"

Su Bingyun raised her eyebrows and retorted loudly, "Senior brother Qi, magical combat inherently carries risks! Jing Xiongtao was aware of this as well. There was no need for a mere verbal dispute to escalate to magical combat, but Jing Xiongtao's delusion to twist the truth caused this tragedy. It is entirely his own fault. Aren't you failing to discern right from wrong?

Have you been so enchanted by Nangong Shiyao that you've lost your mind?"

Qi Changsheng's face grew darker, and he coldly said, "Junior Sister Su, how dare you speak to your senior brother like this? Could it be that you've fallen for this youngster, Zhao Yu, and no longer recognize your own sect brothers?"

Su Bingyun's face flushed red, and she bit her silver teeth, appearing somewhat flustered as if her thoughts were laid bare for everyone to see, "I… I did not!"

Zhao Yu's expression darkened. Taking a step forward, he positioned himself in front of Su Bingyun and said coldly, "Senior Brother Qi, Junior Sister Su is my close friend. If you are rude to her, you insult me. Why don't we also engage in a magical duel to the death?

Since the elders of our sects are here, I would like to see if the Cang Ling Sect will protect a true disciple who has been bewitched by the Thousand Mysteries Sect!"

Qi Changsheng's face turned gloomy, and with teeth clenched in anger, he growled, "You! Very well! Very well indeed!"

The Cang Ling Sect also remained highly cautious of the seductive women from the Thousand Mysteries Sect. Within their sect, those Foundation Establishment eldars who had taken beauties from the Thousand Mysteries Sect as concubines, courtesans, or maids were usually assigned to handle miscellaneous duties or sent to the most dangerous frontlines in times of war.

Shi Yingxue stepped forward with a radiant smile, "Fellow Daoists, I am Shi Yingxue, the new City Lord of Shiyang City. We come from all over, and gathering here is fate. Let's go into the city together and hold an exchange meeting, shall we?"

Su Haohang gave a slight smile and said, "That's indeed a good idea!"

The rest of the Foundation Establishment cultivators agreed to Shi Yingxue's suggestion.

If it weren't for the Golden Core ceremony of the Golden Core hermit from Shiyang, it would have been difficult for the cultivators from the Five Great Golden Core Sects to assemble like this.

In the Canglong Mountain range, the figure from White Peak steered a pitch-black Escape Light towards White Peak Mountain.

Bitter resentment filled the eyes of the figure from White Peak, and he thought darkly, "The Colorful Spirit Fairy cost me an arm and ruined my path! Zhao Yu killed my beloved son, this enmity is irreconcilable! Upon returning to White Peak Mountain this time, I can only seek refuge with the Thousand Mysteries Sect and then wait for an opportunity. I must make Zhao Yu die a miserable death!"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Once a cultivator suffers a limb loss, it becomes difficult to advance their cultivation level further, unless they can obtain a rare Spirit Pill or Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures capable of regenerating limbs.

Suddenly, vast swathes of pitch-black Ghost Fog surged from below, roiling tumultuously towards the figure from White Peak.

The complexion of the figure from White Peak drastically changed as he brought out an Evil-Suppressing Talisman, and the Evil-suppressing Pure Light swept across the Ghost Fog, instantly setting it ablaze.

As the Ghost Fog dissipated in an instant, the figure from White Peak saw the ferocious face of the White Ghost Emperor, his mouth gaping to his ears.

"A Third-order Evil Ghost! Damn, how could such an Evil Spirit appear within the Canglong Mountains? How did I encounter this?"

A chill surged in the heart of the figure from White Peak, and he promptly brought out a Supreme Grade Spiritual Artifact, the Fire Jiao Sword. The crimson Fire Jiao Sword flew out, its pale red Spiritual Light flashing, instantly transforming into a three-zhang-long fire Jiao, burning fiercely as it pounced on the White Ghost Emperor.