Chapter 616: 609
Using the Heavenly chanism Technique, Chen Hai made a calculation and soon had an outco for the matter he wanted to understand.
“That Luo Batian, was he really killed by my curse, just like that?”
His expression slightly complex, he sighed deeply.
Utilizing the Seven-Day Curse Killing Technique, he had cursed Luo Batian multiple tis, but he was not truly clear how much damage it could actually cause to Luo Batian.
The Heavenly chanism Technique calculated matters only in generalities and could not predict specific details.
At that ti, he could only be sure that Luo Batian was still alive and well, not killed by his curse.
But now, he had recklessly used the Hongming Blade to replace the Golden Needle, piercing through the seven orifices of the Mongolian Skin Grassman.
It seed a mistake led to another, and this thod of his had unexpectedly magnified the power of the technique many tis over.
Thinking about how Luo Batian had just perished like that, Chen Hai felt a void in his heart.
While confined in his cave mansion, during his arduous cultivation, whenever he felt tired, bored, frustrated, or even joyful, he liked to take out the grassman and curse Luo Batian for amusent.
At his level of power, it was rare to find a form of entertainnt that intrigued him.
Now that Luo Batian was dead, Chen Hai didn’t know where to find so joy to alleviate his lancholy during his leisure ti in cultivation.
Throughout the entire territory of West Barbarian Mountain, dicine King Valley had been sealed for a hundred years, and Heavenly Extre Holy Sect had retreated, leaving no trace behind.
It could be said that, with Chen Hai’s efforts, this region was peaceful, stable, safe, and harmonious.
Apart from Luo Batian, whom he could curse for fun whenever he was free, he could hardly find any enemies anymore.
At this mont, he knew that using the Hongming Blade instead of the Golden Needle to pierce the grassman’s seven orifices could greatly enhance the power of the Seven-Day Curse Killing Technique, but he no longer had a battlefield to use it.
“Forget it, why think about such things!”
“It’s rare to desire so peace, it’s a good opportunity to focus on arduous cultivation.”
“This ti, unless I make a major breakthrough and step into the Earth Immortal Realm, I absolutely will not leave my closed-door cultivation.”
Musing to himself, Chen Hai said this.
Standing up, he rely stretched a bit, then once again sat down cross-legged, truly entering into cultivation.
…
Ti passed calmly and steadily.
One day, a tunneling light shot from afar, and when it approached the area near Black Water Immortal Mountain and Bloodthirsty Sect, its speed visibly began to slow down.
A few breaths later, the tunneling light transford into an old man in a yellow robe with white eyebrows, standing tall in the sky.
“According to the information I have gathered, the location of Bloodthirsty Sect should be right here.”
“What is the deal with this Black Water Immortal Mountain?”
“How can such a towering giant peak stand just outside the Sect’s entrance? Even if they lack the strength to move mountains and seas, don’t they know how to change it a little, to cover this Immortal Mountain with the Sect Array?”
With a puzzled look, the old man in the yellow robe furrowed his brow and muttered.
After staring at the Black Water Immortal Mountain for a while, he finally shifted his gaze toward the direction of the Bloodthirsty Sect.
The location of Bloodthirsty Sect, covered by the Sect Protection Array, was completely imperceptible to ordinary people.
Capable of standing proudly in the sky, the old man in the yellow robe was certainly no ordinary individual. His gaze, profound as the boundless starry sky, still considered the wondrous Sect Protection Array as nothing at all.
His sight, as if able to directly penetrate the Array, took in every detail inside the Bloodthirsty Sect.
“I am Yang Dingtian, from the main lineage of the Bloodthirsty Sect, the forr seventy-second Sect Master.”
“Who is in charge here in the Bloodthirsty Sect now? Bring soone out who can speak!”
…
Hesitating slightly, the old man in the yellow robe did not imdiately descend.
He remained loftily in the sky, overlooking the location of the Bloodthirsty Sect below.
His shout, although not seeming very loud at first, had an extrely terrifying penetrating power, and even being heard from dozens of miles away, his voice showed no sign of diminishing.
After rely uttering a single shout, he made no further movent, rely standing aloft in the void with his hands clasped behind his back.
In the silent wait, less than the ti it took to drink a cup of tea, a streak of blood had already shot out from the entrance of the Bloodthirsty Sect.
Within ten ters from the yellow-robed elder, Yang Dingtian, the streak of blood twisted and then, Ouyang Ming’s figure rapidly erged from within it.
“Sect Master Yang, it really is Sect Master Yang!”
“Back then, when the Heavenly Desolate Demon Sect forced us apart, shattered and scattered, we had no choice but to flee far from our hos. I thought I would never have the chance to reunite with you again.”
“I didn’t expect that, after all these years, you are still well, Sect Master Yang!”
“With you presiding over our Sect, the rise of the Bloodthirsty Sect truly has hope…”
After sizing up the yellow-robed elder a few tis and confirming his identity, Ouyang Ming was overco with excitent, his voice even choking up with emotion.
Now, within the Bloodthirsty Sect, not only was Ouyang Ming the strongest, but he was also the oldest.
Among those who had fled from the Qianshan Territory to re-establish their roots in the barren West Barbarian Territory, very few remained.
Without a doubt, Ouyang Ming was one of them.
“Is it really Sect Master Yang Dingtian?”
“After so many years, are you well?”
“Your return to our Bloodthirsty Sect is a cause for great celebration. Starting today, a grand feast will be held in the Sect to welco guests from all directions!”
…
Following in Ouyang Ming’s wake, Zhao Wushen, Gui Wuya, and several others quickly flew out from the Sect’s entrance.
Once settled in the West Barbarian Territory, the newly recruited disciples of the Bloodthirsty Sect might not know who Yang Dingtian was.
However, Zhao Wushen, Gui Wuya, and the others certainly weren’t among that group.
Despite having fled from the Qianshan Territory in disgrace to resettle in the West Barbarian Territory, where they were re novices in the Cultivation World and typically youthful, the formidable image of Sect Master Yang Dingtian had already been deeply engraved in their hearts.
The reason they arrived slightly later outside the Sect gate was not because they were any less excited, but simply because they weren’t as strong or as fast as Ouyang Ming.
After confirming Yang Dingtian’s identity, whereas Ouyang Ming was rely choked up while speaking, Zhao Wushen was so overwheld with tears of joy that he was nearly sobbing.
“Ouyang Ming? I rember, at that ti, you were already a deacon of the Inner Sect!”
“These few, I also have so recollection of, it seems you were all Inner Sect Disciples then.”
“Especially you, Gui Wuya, when the list of Inner Sect Disciples was handed to , I looked at your na a few tis!”
…
Always wearing a smile that felt as comforting as a breeze in spring, Yang Dingtian looked over Ouyang Ming and the others and responded with a laugh.
It must be said, his mory was quite astonishing.
After so many years, out of the five or six people including Ouyang Ming and Gui Wuya, there was only one whose na Yang Dingtian couldn’t recall.
“Indeed, when I was the Sect Master, I was already an Inner Sect deacon.”
“I didn’t expect that, after so many years, you would still recognize my na at first glance.”
“It’s not very convenient to talk here, Sect Master Yang, please allow to lead the way and we can continue our conversation inside the Sect!”
Through tears of deep emotion, Ouyang Ming respectfully bowed to Yang Dingtian and gestured for him to follow, leading the way.
Gui Wuya, Zhao Wushen, and the others were similarly excited.
Back then, within the Bloodthirsty Sect, they were rely insignificant figures.
Yet even so, after all these years, the fact that Yang Dingtian, as Sect Master, could still recall their nas, was sothing they found imnsely comforting and considered a supre honor.
“This ti, I’ve co to the West Barbarian Territory and to the Bloodthirsty Sect stronghold because I indeed have so matters I wish to consult on and discuss with you.”
“Let’s go, we can talk more indoors at the Sect entrance!”
Smiling and nodding, accompanied by Ouyang Ming, Gui Wuya, and the others, Yang Dingtian made his way toward the entrance of the Sect.
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