Chapter 85: The Green-Eyed Ancestor Comes to Reap

“Damn it! What are these dregs doing? If you’re trash, just wait to die!” Xu Liangcai awoke from his, enraged by the chaotic scene.

Why didn’t they rebel sooner?! He’d already done that to Cheng Qingning, inadvertently letting that Ye Feng kid steal the spotlight. His image in her heart was irreparably ruined.

Cheng Qingning’s Master was a Transformation-stage cultivator, her uncle a Transformation-stage lineage leader in their sect. In closeness, he couldn’t compare. She was a rare genius, favored by the sect leader, with rumors she’d become their disciple.

This was why Xu Liangcai had always been cautious, never daring to use sinister means—her background was too strong. Convinced he wouldn’t survive, he’d acted recklessly earlier. But if he made it back to the sect alive, the consequences… unimaginable.

The Wanfa Immortal Sect’s punishments were notoriously creative. Some were trapped in mazes with howling winds, reaching a false light only to find a picture, dying in despair. Others were locked in sealed rooms, blindfolded, as boulders crushed them into pulp. Supposedly, these were the sect leader’s twisted inventions, terrifying even demonic sects.

Compared to such punishment, dying here seemed easier. Damn it! It was all that wretched Cheng Qingning’s fault! Why did she ignore his advances yet fawn over Ye Feng? Ye Feng was just a Golden Core pretty boy—protected by Cheng Qingning, no less! Xu Liangcai’s rage flared.

It took ages to mend things with her, barely convincing her to team up for the Shenghua Secret Realm. Yet for this Zheng-surnamed Ye, she offered everything willingly! Why?!

To Xu Liangcai, Ye Feng was just lucky, his handsome face backed by a sect with deep heritage, stuffed with countless treasures to achieve such combat prowess. On equal footing, Xu was certain he’d outshine Ye Feng a thousandfold.

Yes, even now, Xu believed Chu Huaizhou, like him, relied on pills. Chu just had better ones, making him stronger. He never considered Chu’s innate talent, his brilliance disdaining such crude methods. Pill-cramming only got you to Golden Core at best.

Glaring at Ye Feng, Xu Liangcai’s heart hardened. They’ll pay, and die with me here! Using Cheng Qingning’s protection, he secretly gathered strength, waiting for the perfect moment to take them both down.

Cheng Qingning’s valiant figure darted across the battlefield, her unmatched mid-Golden Core strength overwhelming even fully unleashed demonic golems. Her prowess drew many eyes, including Gong Chen, the middle-aged man who’d rallied the rebellion.

He’d noticed them entering Pit One, with Cheng Qingning in Wanfa Immortal Sect robes and Chu in Tianyuan Sword Sect garb—hard to miss. But no one cared much.

Gong Chen, a Nascent Soul elder of the Phantom Beast Spirit Vein Pavilion, one of the seven immortal sects, was captured decades ago due to carelessness. He never gave up, using his lifebound blood to tame a Youming Sect demonic beast, enabling years of planning. He’d rallied tens of thousands, their momentum unstoppable. They didn’t need these two, but a treasure-like ally? That was different.

No random captive would be brought here. Gong Chen, a genius in his sect, began cultivating at ten, reached peak Qi Refining by thirty, Foundation Establishment by fifty, Golden Core by one hundred, and Nascent Soul by two hundred. Decades ago, on a mission, a demonic cultivator ambushed him, dragging him into this sunless despair.

Now, he hadn’t expected a Wanfa Immortal Sect disciple with mid-Golden Core cultivation to dominate the Youming Sect’s home ground! A snake-like Golden Core female cultivator, Miao Ying, served as Gong Chen’s guard. A body cultivator captured by the sect and ambushed by a Nascent Soul demon, she was recruited by Gong Chen for the escape plan.

Seeing Cheng Qingning’s brilliance, she asked: “Boss, what do you think? Should we pull them in? It’d speed up our escape from the Yuan River.”

Gong Chen nodded without hesitation. “Yes, let’s make contact. Any edge for escape is worth it.” Their long planning accounted for everything, aiming for a perfect breakout.

But their strength was limited by one issue: the Youming Sect’s overwhelming high-level forces—dozens of Transformation and Void Refining cultivators, hundreds of Nascent Soul and Golden Core demons! A single one could ruin decades of effort.

So, Gong Chen chose a moment when the sect leader was meditating in his cave, absent from the pits. The sect’s communication was disrupted by their own terrifying array, temporarily unusable. But if they delayed, Nascent Soul or Transformation demons would react, and all would be lost.

Yet, they miscalculated one thing. “Jie jie jie, to think I’d witness such fun. How amusing!” A green streak shot across the sky, its voice arriving before its owner. “Why make a fuss? Shall I play along?” It was the Green-Eyed Ancestor!

Hovering midair, he surveyed the pits, his cackle lingering on Cheng Qingning. Everyone froze: What?!

Cheng Qingning halted, retreating to Chu Huaizhou’s side, her eyes wary. Xu Liangcai, stunned for seconds, laughed maniacally inside. Perfect! Perfect! Now we all die, no problem! He didn’t believe a mid-Golden Core and mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator could survive a Transformation-stage master! If they did, he’d eat his hat!