Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

"Please, this way, everyone."

Several disciples of Taoyuan Mountain Villa respectfully ushered the group into a large hall.

Several figures were already inside the hall.

Clearly, apart from the Nanyang Sect, there were other guests within Taoyuan Mountain Villa.

"I am Zhong Guangde, the young master of this place. I apologize for not greeting you from afar and hope the honored immortals will forgive me."

The middle-aged man in a white shirt quickly stepped forward, bowing with hands clasped together towards the people of the Nanyang Sect, still wearing a smile despite facing such unwelcome attitudes.

As he spoke, he extended his hand to introduce the people behind him, "These are a few immortals from the Heavenly Sword Sect, the Pure Moon Sect, and the Unparalleled Sect, who have come to the villa to admire the peach blossoms. Today is quite the coincidence, with so many immortals gathered together, it truly is a delightful surprise to Guangde."

He had not finished his pleasantries.

The cultivators behind him, who had imposing auras, showed a slight moment of astonishment upon seeing that ink robe, and then two of the cultivators in long service robes from the Pure Moon Sect and the Unparalleled Sect promptly knelt on one knee.

"Disciple pays respects to the Sect Master of Nanyang!"

The elder from the Heavenly Sword Sect, obviously holding a higher status, was dressed in the robe of an external elder.

His Boundary was also the seventh layer of Return to Void.

Although he didn't kneel, he too bent over and clasped his hands, "Heavenly Sword Sect's Xie Chaoyu, pays respects to the Sect Master of Nanyang."

In fact, there weren't many rules about disciples paying respects to the sect master among the Nan Hong Seven Sons.

Because many disciples, from the time they were born until they exhausted their lifespan, might not even see the sect master once; even the statues in the Ancestral Master Hall would only open their eyes when facing real elders and personal disciples.

After Union Dao, the heavens within the Precious Land were separate.

How could ordinary people easily glimpse the true form of the immortals?

This Sect Master Shen was truly exceptional.

Seeing the attitude of the cultivators from the Immortal Sects, Zhong Guangde was clearly taken aback, and then, under the astonished gazes of the members of Nanyang Sect, he did not hesitate to kneel on both knees, performing a grand kowtow.

"This humble practitioner did not know the sect master was visiting in person, my sin deserves death!"

"..."

This action not only shocked the cultivators from Qinghai Prefecture, but even the envoys from Shuiyue Commerce Alliance were astounded.

If they weren't mistaken, this seemingly humble, self-proclaimed small practitioner who was the young master could be at least tens of thousands of years old, a formidable Return to Void eighth layer practitioner.

How could he... lack any semblance of immortal presence?

"Sigh."

Nie Jun closed his eyes, slowly releasing his grip on the sword hilt.

He just didn't like to get involved in mundane affairs; it didn't mean he couldn't understand the situation.

Such a large and utterly loyal force was undoubtedly self-evident in its usefulness to Sect Master Shen at this moment.

Even Nie Jun started to wonder if he had done something wrong.

Really... was it necessary?

If he kept this matter to himself, perhaps that would have been the greatest help to Shen Yi.

"Rise."

Shen Yi remained as calm as ever, stepping past everyone and taking a seat in the main chair.

The cultivators of the Alliance Sect quickly stood up straight.

Zhong Guangde also got up swiftly, shooing away the serving girls and personally brewing tea for Shen Yi.

He also sent a fawning smile towards the main seat.

However, it was at this moment that the atmosphere in the simple hall became slightly tense.

Shen Yi calmly looked at Zhong Guangde, and in the palm spread out on the table, a Storage Treasure had appeared out of nowhere.

"This..."

The young master slowly set down his tea cup.

Confusion appeared on his face: "It looks somewhat familiar, isn't this what I prepared earlier as an offering to the main sect... No, it seems a bit smaller, tsk! These damned things!"

He revealed his indignation, shouting out towards the door, "Investigate! You dare to embezzle the offerings I prepared for the main sect; you really are tired of living!"

The faces of the disciples outside were odd, and they quickly retreated into the distance.

A few cultivators from the Alliance Sect surreptitiously observed the Storage Treasure, instinctively averted their gaze, and then simultaneously hid their palms behind their backs, retrieving a Jade Slip for messaging.

The attendees from Nanyang Sect wore resigned faces, stealing a quick glance at Nie Jun.

They hadn't expected that the hospitality of Taoyuan Mountain Villa would still fall short of the few words from this Return to Void first layer minor cultivator.

If this matter really blew up, everyone's face would be lost.

Especially since the Alliance Sect was present.

Fortunately, Taoyuan Mountain Villa did not keep everyone waiting long.

Soon, several disciples with pale faces were brought in, their eyes venomously sweeping over Nie Jun before they knelt before Shen Yi in panic, repeatedly knocking their heads on the ground.

"We were bewitched and slighted the main sect, we deserve to die!"

"Of course, you deserve to die!"

Zhong Guangde's features contorted as he stepped forward, spiritual light gathering in his palm.

Eventually, he showed the proper aura of a Return to Void eighth layer powerful being.

He raised his hand to strike the foreheads of those disciples, without a moment's hesitation.

Just then, a soft clink sounded in the hall.

Zhong Guangde instinctively turned his head to look.

He saw Shen Yi calmly looking at him while next to the original Storage Treasure, another slightly larger Storage Bag had been placed.

"..."

Zhong Guangde's spiritual light in his palm slowly dissipated.

The ferociousness on his face also vanished.

He silently met Shen Yi's gaze and, after a long while, let out a muted sigh.

As the young master of Taoyuan Mountain Villa, he had dealt with all the interpersonal exchanges over the years.

But even until this moment, he still didn't quite understand what the young sect master really wanted.

Face? He had already given plenty.

Heaven and Earth Treasures? Once the matter was over, the other party had only to ask.

Why... why wouldn't he offer a way out that would make things easier for both parties?

No one was a fool; everyone could probably guess why the Nanyang Sect had come.

When Shen Yi threw out the second Storage Bag, it was pretty clear he wasn't planning to let the matter rest, but wanted to bring it out into the open.