Chapter 296 The Target of Public Criticism

After his cultivation broke through to the Integration stage, Yang Hong's understanding of spatial rules deepened further.

Each instantaneous movement now covered a distance of 1900 li.

Moreover, it consumed very little magical power, even less than using遁术 (dunshu, escape technique) to travel the same distance.

Soon, he saw the Immobility Monks rampaging within the Five Regions.

However, Yang Hong had a clear objective. He directly found a lone ninth-tier Mahayana cultivator, launched a surprise attack with a Divine Sense Sword, and then teleported away before other Immobility Monks could discover him.

"Brat! You're seeking death!"

When Yang Hong completed his third teleportation, the captive awoke.

Mahayana cultivators were indeed different. Even a weak Mahayana cultivator was still a Mahayana cultivator.

Yang Hong quickly formed hand seals. Before the cultivator could recover, he unleashed an eighth-tier secret technique.

"Heavenly Dragon Lock!"

"Bastard! Do you know who I am? How dare you ambush me!"

"I know you are an Immobility Monk. I specifically caught you. I have a few questions I hope you will cooperate and answer,

otherwise, I will take your life."

With that, Yang Hong swung his swords twice, severing the cultivator's arms.

"Bastard! You're dead! You're dead."

"Heh heh. Whether I die or not is yet to be seen, but if you don't straighten your attitude, you will die."

Yang Hong, facing an idiot who dared to threaten his captor even after being captured, again swung his swords, "swish, swish."

Both of his legs were cleanly severed from the knees.

"Ah! Ah!"

This time, the Immobility Monk was truly terrified. The person before him was a demon.

"Bald donkey, what part do you want me to remove next?"

"You... You ask. I'll answer whatever I know. Don't kill me."

The Immobility Monk finally caved. He didn't want to die.

"First question: How is the Qianyuan Sword now?"

"The Qianyuan Sword Sect is currently safe.

Our Left Guardian was killed through a scheme by the people of Qianyuan Sword Sect, so the Abbot had to temporarily halt the plan to attack the Seven Great Immortal Sects and instead focus on conquering other smaller sects."

The Immobility Monk, genuinely fearing for his life, answered the question clearly and concisely.

"Very good. Second question: Why did you come to the Five Regions?"

"Before the Left Guardian died, he issued a warning that there was a person named Yang Hong within the Five Regions, who was the greatest crisis for the Immobility Temple.

The Abbot, in conjunction with several uncles skilled in divination, calculated that

the greatest danger to the sect originated from the Five Regions, and this Yang Hong was the greatest variable on the Taiyuan Continent."

"What is your purpose in coming to the Five Regions?"

"This..."

"Speak, or die!"

Yang Hong's flying sword hovered above the Immobility Monk's head.

"We have two missions here: one is to unseal the Five Regions' seal, and the other is to kill Yang Hong."

"Hmm... Thank you for your answer. You may die now."

"You don't keep your w..."

Before the Immobility Monk could finish, Yang Hong decapitated him with a sword. Before his Nascent Soul could escape, he collected the corpse into his scale space.

"These bastards are really here to kill me!

In that case, I won't hold back."

A sharp glint flashed in Yang Hong's eyes, his divine sense spread out, and he vanished from his spot with an instantaneous movement.

His hunt was indiscriminate. Any Immobility Monk within his divine sense range, regardless of their cultivation level, would be met with one word:

Kill!

Even ninth-tier Mahayana cultivators, he would kill them!

With the mastery of the Divine Sense Sword, Yang Hong could assassinate ninth-tier cultivators as long as they weren't in groups exceeding three, and he could achieve a kill!

...

In the Middle Divine Continent, on the highest peak, Jietian Peak.

If any outside cultivator approached this place, they would be instantly crushed to death by the imposing aura.

This was because tens of thousands of Mahayana cultivators had gathered here, all of them bald with red monastic robes.

At this moment, a monk flew rapidly from a distance and stopped before an old monk with a kind face and white eyebrows that reached past his chin.

"Abbot, a disciple just sent news.

Seventeen ninth-tier disciples in the Five Regions have died, and the remaining disciples are requesting to retreat."

"The seal of the Five Regions must be broken, otherwise, the Taiyuan Realm cannot be fully absorbed into the Buddha Realm."

The white-browed old monk closed his eyes and pondered for a long time before speaking slowly.

"The formation on Jietian Peak is almost complete.

Next, we still need to dispatch half of our forces to the Myriad Demon Islands; this matter is also urgent."

"Convey my order: Transfer all Void Integration and Tribulation Crossing stage Buddhist disciples to the Five Regions. The seal of the Five Regions must be broken in the shortest possible time."

"Yes, subordinate will relay the order now.

However, Abbot, subordinate has one question: Why must the Five Regions' seal be broken?

Isn't the Five Regions just a spirit-deprived land?"

"Hmm... Because the Five Regions' seal encloses 1/9th of the Eastern Li Continent, spanning an area of 9 billion li."

"Ah... Such a vast expanse of land is sealed. Now subordinate understands."

The messenger monk quickly departed to relay the orders.

...

"Holy shit, how can these bald donkeys be so many? Are they endless?"

After killing ten more eighth-tier Immobility Monks, Yang Hong sat exhausted on a corpse, panting heavily.

For the past three days, the Immobility Monks had been charging into the Five Regions as if they had gone mad.

The idiotic emperors of the Song and Ming Dynasties in the Five Regions had actually welcomed them into their imperial cities.

Then, two important sealing nodes were opened.

Although the Five Regions' seal had not yet collapsed due to the suppression of the spirit plants Yang Hong had cultivated over the years, the negative aura emanating from it had intensified.

"Master, the brothers and sisters who went to Great Tang and Wu Zhou have completed the tasks you assigned."

While Yang Hong was resting, Zhu Hai, the transformed Golden Thunder Bamboo, came to report.

"Hmm. Tell everyone to guard their respective territories. We need to fight a protracted war."

"Understood.

Master, the cultivator named Xi Miaohua is looking for someone. The Mistress asked me to inform you to go and see her."

"Hmm. Let's go back."

Yang Hong agreed and instantly teleported back.

Upon seeing Xi Miaohua, Yang Hong was shocked.

The once slender and beautiful Xi Miaohua had swelled up like a tire, becoming obese.

"Heh heh. You see, I'm still alive. That beast is dead.

But before he died, he transferred all his cultivation to me. Originally, I was going to explode, but your Primordial Yang saved my life.

Therefore, I've come to trouble you again."

"Hmm. I understand. I'll try if I can."

Yang Hong sensed that Xi Miaohua was indeed like a powder keg about to explode. Any slight use of magical power could cause it to detonate.

And the power of the explosion would be enough to kill him.

However, he still wanted to save Xi Miaohua, after all, she was essentially his first woman.

The cultivation process started smoothly. Under their combined efforts, Xi Miaohua slowly returned to normal.

But at the very end, Xi Miaohua encountered an unexpected situation.

She ascended.

And she was trying to drag Yang Hong up with her. If Yang Hong hadn't quickly shot out a seed and left in time,

he would definitely have been dragged into the Immortal Realm.

"Yang Hong, I'll wait for you in the Immortal Realm."

Xi Miaohua cast a tender glance at Yang Hong, then turned and disappeared into the ascension passage.

"Heh heh. Who wants you to wait?

I still have thousands of years to frolic on the Taiyuan Continent."

Soon, Yang Hong forgot about Xi Miaohua and began his "blissful" life of pouring cultivation into spirit plants every morning, killing Immobility Monks at noon, and bestowing cultivation upon his wives in the evening.

If nothing unexpected happened, he could live with his family for tens of thousands of years.

If something did happen~~