Zhang Yi Interlude 1
Transmigrated back into the body of her child self, can the mighty Celestial Bing Meilu survive in a Xianxia world all the while staving off the advances of arrogant young masters and wannabe protagonists alike?

Why is life so hard for the Icy Beauty?


Any corrections or criticisms are welcome, I hope you enjoy Zhang Yi Interlude 1
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Perched atop a building, Zhang Yi watched with curiosity. Upon the wide grassy field had gathered a large crowd of youths and their parents. Bakers, farmers, merchants and even the goddamn Jiang Family. Nearly every family in the village had come to have their children take the Immortal's 'test' to join the Copper Egg Sect. After all, regardless of one's wealth or status, the chance to become an Immortal was something absolutely invaluable! If one's child managed to join an Immortal Sect, it would be just like the old saying of A carp jumping through the Dragon's gate.

In fact, even teens above the age of fifteen, whom the Immortal had said would not be allowed to take his test, had come and joined the crowd. Perhaps they hoped to slip by unnoticed, but Zhang Yi would be surprised if the Immortal lacked the power to tell someone's age or weed out those too old.

This was an Immortal after all, and his means were likely far beyond what any of them could imagine.

After spending some time merely observing the gathering of villagers, Zhang Yi quickly scaled down the back of the building he had stood upon. Digging his fingers into the gap between the bricks as he descended, Zhang Yi soon neared the ground. Letting go of the wall, Zhang Yi's wooden sandals smacked against the sandy yellow soil as he landed.
Then, Zhang Yi quickly walked into the back of the mass of people, slowing bobbing and weaving through the crowd until he reached its front.

For several minutes the young boy waited silently. Then, a few dozen feet from the crowd exploded a large cloud of thick, purple smoke. As the fog cleared, the silhouette of a man appeared. The tall, well dressed Immortal from yesterday strode forth powerfully from within the crowd, his copper-coloured robes swirling in the wind.

The Immortal's eyes flickered over the large crowd, silently assessing it. A pleased grin crept across his face for a moment, before it was wiped away in place of a dignified and solemn expression. The Immortal raised his sleeve over his mouth, clearing his throat.

"Enough waiting, let's cut to the chase! You are all here for one reason! You all wish to gain the chance to cultivate, to transcend the bounds of mortality and become Immortal! However, my Copper Egg sect doesn't accept just anyone. I will be conducting a trial, and only those who pass shall be allowed into the sect. Before we start, I will need to ask each attendee some questions. Answer me honestly, because those who do not shall regret it once the trial begins!" The Immortal shouted.

His voice was loud and rich, reverberating across the open field. The Immortal seemed to possess an aura of power and charisma that Zhang Yi had never felt from anyone before. The boy gulped, feeling the burning ambition within him flare higher. Soon the trial would begin!

"Now, all attendees, all of you get in a line!" the Immortal declared, swishing his arm with regal decorum.

Zhang Yi and the youths immediately followed his orders, stepping forth from the crowd and lining up before the Immortal. Once the line had finished forming, the Immortal strode towards the head of the line. The copper-robed man arrived to stand in front of the person at the front of the line, a tall girl with black hair and a fair complexion. Zhang Yi recognized her as the eldest daughter of the Xian family, tailors who catered to the village's richer elite.

"What is your name?" the Immortal asked first.

"My name is Cao Ya, honoured immortal," responded the girl nervously.

''How old are you?" continued the Immortal.

"I am thirteen, honoured Immortal."

"What you are skilled at?"

"Oh... well, I know how to sew and knit. I also know how to make dye and some basic medicine."

"What is your family background?"

"My family are clothing makers. We've lived here in Jiang city for four generations."

After the girl finished answering the Immortal nodded to himself, reaching into his sleeve and retrieving a thin notebook and a strange utensil. The utensil seemed to be a long, thin rod of silver metal whose tip dripped with black ink. The Immortal began to scribble in his notebook with the utensil, quickly marking something down. Once finished, he looked back at the girl.

"Hold out your wrist girl," commanded the Immortal

Cao Ya complied, lifting her arm into the air and holding it outwards. The Immortal leaned down, pressing the tip of the utensil against the bare skin of her wrist. He quickly inscribed several markings with the black ink dripping from the utensil's tip.

Zhang Yi craned his neck to get a good view of what was written, frowning slightly. He could not see very clearly from this distance, but he thought it looked like a special type of merchants shorthand used commonly by traders in the east that his grandfather had shown him. Perhaps the Immortal was a foreigner because Zhang Yi had never known anyone from the northern area to use it.

Having finished asking his questions, the Immortal moved onto the next person in the line, repeating the process. He would ask them their name, age, skills and family background, quickly writing in his notebook before marking something down on the wrist of the person. Soon it was Zhang Yi's turn and the Immortal looked down upon him with a piercing gaze.

"What is your name?" asked the Immortal.

"I am called Zhang Yi, honoured Immortal."

"How old are you?"

"I am eleven years old."

"What are you skilled at?"

"I am well versed in martial arts. I have much experience doing all sorts of odd jobs, like gardening, upkeeping tools and such. I know how to tend to a shop and handle finances."

"Family background?"

"My grandfather was a shopkeeper, but I am orphaned."

The Immortal nodded upon hearing Zhang Yi's answer, scribbling a little in his notebook.

"Hold out your wrist," the Immortal commanded.

Zhang Yi followed the man's instructions, holding out his arm. The copper-robed man bent down, gripping Zhang Yi's wrist tightly and scribbled upon it with his strange utensil. After marking down several things, the Immortal released Zhang Yi's arm from his tight grip and moved on to the next person.

Once the Immortal was several feet away from him, Zhang Yi raised his arm up, staring down at the characters inscribed upon it. As he had thought, it really was the eastern merchant's shorthand.

Zhang Yi's grandfather had been in the process of teaching Zhang Yi to read it before dying, but Zhang Yi only knew a few basic words and the numerals. There were several words he could not read, along with two numbers. The first read 'eleven' and the second read 'fifty'. Zhang Yi furrowed his brow in thought. He could guess that the first number probably referred to age. Zhang Yi was eleven years of age and had received the number eleven. However, the meaning of the second number was more inscrutable, though Zhang Yi did not have the time to dwell on the matter since the Immortal had finally finished inspecting everyone in the line.

"The test begins now! Follow me!" the Immortal shouted. "Parents, stay here. Any attempt to interfere with the test will result in automatic expulsion for your child."

Turning around the Immortal began to jog away from Jiang City. The line of children immediately broke apart, every individual rushing to catch up with the Immortal. Zhang Yi followed nimbly bursting into a run.

'Is this perhaps some test of endurance or speed?' Zhang Yi wondered internally as he ran.

Pushing the thoughts away, Zhang Yi focused on running. Without stopping for nearly half an hour, the Immortal ran. He lead the children from the wide, grassy plains that Jiang City sat upon into nearby woodland were tall trees filled the air with their branches. By now several of the youths were visibly exhausted, sweat dripping down their overheating faces. The sons and daughters of the richer members of the town, these were the people who had probably never done real physical labour in their entire lives.

Ignoring the weary children, the Immortal continued running, leading them deeper and deeper into the woodland until they arrived before a massive, wide river that gently streamed through the woodland. The Immortal finally stopped running, turning to face the attendees who slowly gathered towards him.

"Great. Now the real test can begin!" declared the Immortal.

The tall man reached into the sleeve of his robe, pulling out a large leather sack. As the Immortal opened the bag, a rich medicinal scent drifted outwards. The Immortal dropped the bag to the ground, turning to look at the waiting children.

"All of you come up and grab one of the green pills inside the bag," instructed the Immortal.

Following the Immortal's instructions, Zhang Yi quickly walked up to the bag, leaning down and grabbing a pill from it. Though he was first, the other test-takers were not far behind him, all quickly crowding around the bag to grab pills of their own. Soon every boy and girl held a pill, milling about in waiting for the Immortal's next instruction.

As they waited, Zhang Yi lifted the small orb to his nose, taking a deep breath. He inhaled the strong herbal scent of the pill, thinking deeply.

"I recognize this scent!" Zhang Yi suddenly realized. "This is Elder's Rest!"

Elder's Rest was a potent sleeping medicine that, once ingested, would knock someone out cold in moments. It was used commonly by doctors to treat insomnia and nightmares. In fact, Zhang Yi's own grandfather had often taken the pills at night because he had trouble sleeping. However, given the size of the pill, whoever ate it would sleep for several days straight.

"Now, all of you eat your pill!" ordered the Immortal.

All around Zhang Yi, children began to gulp down the pills, but he hesitated. Why would the Immortal want them to eat sleeping pills?

A thought suddenly struck the boy.

'Perhaps the test is to see who is knowledgeable enough to recognize the sleeping pill and avoid eating it?' Zhang Yi thought to himself.

It was a risk, but Zhang Yi's gut told him he was on to something. The boy tightly gripped the pill but did not eat it, watching as the children around him suddenly began to collapse. In seconds, dozens of them had fallen face-first onto the floor. However, along with Zhang Yi, two other remained standing, also having chosen to forgo ingesting the Elder's Rest.

The first was that girl from earlier, Cao Ya, and the second was the Jiang family's heir. The three remaining children glanced at each other. A frown spread across the Immortal's face as he stared at the standing three.

"You three didn't eat your pills. Why was that?" he asked, a subtle undertone of annoyance filling his voice.

"Those were Elder's Rest pills," replied the Jiang Scion. "My guess was that the test involved recognizing the pills and thus not eating them."

"I had the same thought process," concurred Zhang Yi.

"You are incorrect. Eat the pills," ordered the Immortal. "Unless you want to fail my test!"

Zhang Yi frowned. It seems his gut feeling had been wrong. After a moment of hesitation, Zhang Yi lifted the pill to his mouth, dropping the green orb onto his tongue and swallowing. Immediately, a hazy sensation flooded through him. Zhang Yi stumbled backwards, falling to the floor. The last thing he saw before his vision turned to black was the Immortal's cold face staring down at him.

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Dizzily, Zhang Yi groaned. A horrible throbbing pain filled his head like someone was repeatedly hammering on his head with a wooden mallet. Ignoring the ringing in his ears, the boy stumbled to his feet drunkenly. Zhang Yi blinked as he glanced around his surroundings, his vision horribly blurred. Yet even through his blurry eyes, Zhang Yi could just about make out the sight of black iron bars. The young boy stepped forward, groping at the metal with his hands.

Several moments of inspection later and Zhang Yi had confirmed his suspicion.

He was in a cage.

He was in a cage!

A burst of panic filled him, but Zhang Yi clamped down on the emotion, forcing himself to calm down. The boy took a deep breath and began to think deeply. He had just been in the woods... Taking the Immortal's test!

'This must be the next part of the trial!' Zhang Yi realized. 'Maybe I have to escape the cage?'

By now his vision had cleared up enough he could make out the lock holding the cage door closed. It was a large iron padlock with a strange, circular keyhole. Before Zhang Yi could contemplate further, a nearby voice interrupted his thoughts.

"You're awake. Nice to finally have some company," laughed the voice.

The boy spun around, finding the source of the voice. Within a cage adjacent to Zhang Yi's own sat a scrawny boy. The boy had a long black ponytail that hung behind his back and tanned bronze skin. Zhang Yi frowned as he tried to recall the boy's name.

"If I am correct, you are He Zhao, from the He Family?" Zhang Yi asked.

The He family were the village's only blacksmiths and were fairly wealthy. Zhang Yi knew very little about them, given he had never really had the money to buy anything from them.

"I am. Might I ask brother to introduce himself?" He Zhao replied.

"I am called Zhang Yi," Zhang Yi responded quickly. "Now, do you know where we are or what's happening?"

"Nope. All I know is that after eating that pill I woke up in this iron cage. Shame I didn't bring any tools or I could have picked this cheap lock in moments," He Zhao chuckled.

Zhang Yi nodded. It did make sense a blacksmith would know how to get past a lock. Making locks and keys was a part of their job description after all.

"You seem very cheerful for someone trapped in a cage." Zhang Yi observed curiously.

"I try to stay optimistic," He Zhao shrugged. "It's always better to work on a solution than simply lament about one's circumstances. Do you have any ideas?"

Zhang Yi shook his head silently while glancing at his surroundings. By now his headache and dizziness had mostly cleared up and he could see just fine. Dozens of cages stood side to side within a dank but well-lit cellar. In each cage lay one of the boys from Zhang Yi's village. They had all taken a pill, and they had all ended up in these cages. However, none of the women who had been at the test were present. Perhaps the Immortal had given them a separate test?

The musty scent of wet and rotting wood infused the air, along with the subtle and distant sound of dripping water. The cellar's walls were lined with yellow-wood planks that reflected the light of the lamps hanging from the ceiling. A single door sat in the middle of the wall in front of Zhang Yi, another large lock covering its handle.

Zhang Yi sighed, looking back to his cage with a more critical eye. The cage was made from several inch thick black-iron bars, with a gate at the front. The floor of the cage was made from wood rather than iron, however, and the front gate was locked by a large iron padlock. Those would be the two weak spots.

As Zhang Yi investigated the cage, he heard a far off groan. A few dozen feet away, inside one of the cages, a boy drunkenly stood upwards, rubbing his head in obvious discomfort. Zhang Yi frowned slightly as he recognized the boy. It was the Heir of the rat Jiang Family, Jiang Fang.

"What in heaven is going on?" the boy loudly groaned, blinking his eyes rapidly.

"Looks like another one has finally decided to join us," He Zhao said.

The newly woken boy slowly turned in the direction of He Zhao's voice, rubbing his eyes. His vision was probably still too blurred from the pill to see properly.

"Who said that?" the boy asked sharply.

"It's me, He Zhao. " the young blacksmith answered. "And before you ask, I don't know any more than you do, Jiang Fang. We all just woke up in these cages. I think this must be the next part of the Immortal's test."

"I see..." Jiang Fang sighed upon hearing He Zhao's words.

The next several minutes were spent in silence as Jiang Fang slowly oriented himself and Zhang Yi continued inspecting his cage. He began to knock his fists on the wooden planks at the bottom of the cage. From the dull clink his knuckles made, it was clear there was no hollow space underneath he could utilize to break out. The wooden floor of the cellar upon which his cage's own wooden bottom sat must have laid upon solid ground.

Then, a loud wooden creaking noise came from the cellar's wooden door. Zhang Yi and the other awake boys looked towards the door, watching the copper robed Immortal step through it. Dense smoke drifted from a large incense pot that sat in his hands, filling the room with a pungent scent. Zhang Yi immediately began to cough uncontrollably from the smoke, covering his mouth with his sleeves. As the smoke drifted through the cages, the boys still sleeping began to cough and wake up, stumbling to their feet.

"Honored Immortal, may you please tell us what is going on?" Zhang Yi asked. "Is this the next part of the test? If so, what do we do?"

"Test? What test?" the Immortal said, chuckling.

By now, all of the other boys had fully awoken. The sound of groan and grunt cut through the air as two dozen youths slowly worked through the disorienting effects of the Elder's Rest.

"...The test to join the Copper Egg Sect?" Zhang Yi replied, confused.

"Join the Copper Egg Sect? Don't make me laugh! You didn't really think any of you fucking peons would be joining my sect, did you?"

A sharp silence filled the air as the Immortal's words registered with the newly woken boys.

"...What did you say?" asked one boy in shock.

"I said, none of you fucking peons are joining my sect, and you're deluded if you ever thought that would happen," the Immortal laughed loudly. "No, you're all here for a very simple reason. I need some money to buy pills and selling slaves is one of the quickest and easiest ways to get that money. You should all feel honoured. Aiding me in my cultivation is the most important thing any of you trash will accomplish with your pitiful fucking lives. Now, the slave auction begins in an hour and I need to go wake up the girls. Can't have my merchandise sleeping on me!"

To stunned silence the Immortal turned around, slamming the door behind him.
 
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That guy was super shady from start to finish xd
I knew something was wrong when he started asking stuff about mortal skills and family background - what would a cultivator care?
and then he didn't use some magic tool to weed out the untalented and cemented himself as some kind of fraud, because, like, I actually don't know a single Xianxia where there isn't some kind of magic tool or formation or natural artefact to test someone's natural talents.
 
How poor and low tier does that cultivator have to be that selling mortal slaves is at all worth his time?

There has to be any number of other things that would earn vastly more money that he could be doing in the same time.
 
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How poor and low tier does that cultivator have to people that selling mortal slaves is at all worth his time?
The answer is extremely poor and low tier. Hunting demons, concocting pills, forging items and other activities a cultivator could do to earn money are well out of his reach. Meanwhile selling mortals slaves is an incredibly easy and low-risk activity, while also providing a decent income for someone of his level.
 
The answer is extremely poor and low tier. Hunting demons, concocting pills, forging items and other activities a cultivator could do to earn money are well out of his reach. Meanwhile selling mortals slaves is an incredibly easy and low-risk activity, while also providing a decent income for someone of his level.

We saw a demon beast that could get hurt by mildly empowered mortals earlier, how low tier can a cultivator really get?
 
We saw a demon beast that could get hurt by mildly empowered mortals earlier, how low tier can a cultivator really get?
He is in the early stages of Qi Condensation, only a little above peak human. The mortals were mildly empowered yes, but there were still dozens of them.
 
Starting to wonder if Bing's martial arts boy could beat this guy in a fight.
Probably not a standup fight, but if he's at such a low cultivation level it's likely a surprise attwck could injure him enough to level the playing field. Well, we'll have to see how this goes. I have to wonder if Copper Egg would punish this guy if they found out. My thought is they probably would, but wouldn't bother offering any kind of justice or restitution to the victims.

This Copper Egg guy probably lacks patrons to seek revenge for him if he's so down on his luck, which is good.
 
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The answer is extremely poor and low tier. Hunting demons, concocting pills, forging items and other activities a cultivator could do to earn money are well out of his reach. Meanwhile selling mortals slaves is an incredibly easy and low-risk activity, while also providing a decent income for someone of his level.
So low tier he can't even to errands for his Senior Brothers?
Probably not a standup fight, but if he's at such a low cultivation level it's likely a surprise attwck could injure him enough to level the playing field. Well, we'll have to see how this goes.
Take into account that his martial art involves probability manipulation and this chump is too trash tier to have any significant esoteric defenses.
I have to wonder if Copper Egg would punish this guy if they found out. My thought is they probably would, but wouldn't bother offering any kind of justice or restitution to the victims.
Also keep in mind that karma is a real force. Unless you're going whole hog on being evil to outrun the consequences, accumulating negative karma is a terrible idea, while accumulating positive is useful.
He is in the early stages of Qi Condensation, only a little above peak human. The mortals were mildly empowered yes, but there were still dozens of them.
So, what, half a dozen, maybe a dozen equal tier disciples could kill a demon beast? Seems like that'd be more profitable over time and result in a reputation for both diligence and being an team player, while also being less likely to stain his soul.
 
o, what, half a dozen, maybe a dozen equal tier disciples could kill a demon beast? Seems like that'd be more profitable over time and result in a reputation for both diligence and being an team player, while also being less likely to stain his soul.
Well, that would also entail taking on the significant risk of death or permanent crippling. Not everyone has the balls to do things like that for money.
As for Karma, remember this guy is in Qi Condensation. he's basically the lowest of the low as far as cultivators go. Karma isn't something he is even really aware of.

So low tier he can't even to errands for his Senior Brothers?

He could run errands, but any errands menial enough to be given to someone like him would not necessarily pay more than he could make grabbing all the kids in a village and selling them off, and the errands that do pay more would probably be quite a bit harder than they are worth, given he can make a decent amount selling slaves.
Once the Copper Egg Sect appears in the story you will probably get why its disciples look elsewhere for money. Let's just say it's not the richest as far as sect go...
 
From the name alone, Copper Egg sounds poor as heck tbh. And not the cool kind of poor like Homeless Vagrant sect or whatever. Like, it's sound like the sect and its disciple is the mob kind of sect, the lowest kind that most xianxia or cultivator mc faced as a side mob antagonist in the first arc and never mentioned again or have any significance.
 
Huh. It was pretty clear where this was going once he started writing numbers on the children, but I didn't expect him to actually be a cultivator.
 
If he really is that low tier, wouldn't he risk retaliation by also grabbing some of the noble children?
 
Well, that would also entail taking on the significant risk of death or permanent crippling. Not everyone has the balls to do things like that for money.
The danger can be compensated for by overwhelming numerical superiority, though I can understand not wanting to split the loot of each hunt fifty ways.
As for Karma, remember this guy is in Qi Condensation. he's basically the lowest of the low as far as cultivators go. Karma isn't something he is even really aware of.
How aware of karma are the cultivators of this world in general? Because bad karma seems like the kind of thing you want to nip in the bud, and thus teach all your chumps.
 
How aware of karma are the cultivators of this world in general? Because bad karma seems like the kind of thing you want to nip in the bud, and thus teach all your chumps.

Probably not very aware, seeing as this is a very low tier cultivation world (according to Meilu at least, questionably reliable as she is.)

Though I also don't the cultivator is going to get bad karma for this, mainly because the karma that shows up in cultivation stories isn't really "do good and good will be done to you" the way karma is usually envisioned in our perception. Rather it's more things like acting in a way that's true to yourself, and negative lingering attachments and other stuff.
 
How aware of karma are the cultivators of this world in general? Because bad karma seems like the kind of thing you want to nip in the bud, and thus teach all your chumps.
It's probably only relevant once they start getting into the more conceptual stuff. If this follows usual cultivator tropes, this whole land mass, probably at least twice as big as Earth, is basically the backwater boonies where it's super rare for a cultivator to reach the top of their power tier - whereas the next continent over, which is likely at least 4 times as large as this one, everyone and their grandma start out at the same level that the powerhouses of this continent spend centuries working towards.
 
Well this is certainly a little bit interesting. Tropes in Cultivation stories might be overused, but I still have not gotten sick from them...yet.

Thanks for the update and keep up the good work. This story has a lot of potential so I'm following it.
 
Probably not very aware, seeing as this is a very low tier cultivation world (according to Meilu at least, questionably reliable as she is.)

Though I also don't the cultivator is going to get bad karma for this, mainly because the karma that shows up in cultivation stories isn't really "do good and good will be done to you" the way karma is usually envisioned in our perception. Rather it's more things like acting in a way that's true to yourself, and negative lingering attachments and other stuff.
Eh, I've seen lots of references to corruption of the soul from evil acts or acts of benevolence being passed off as "sowing good karma".
 
The other thing to consider about Meilu is that not only is her information questionably reliable (though certainly better than most when it comes to cultivation) but given how advanced she likely was even compared to the top tiers of this continent/world she is likely to be aware of concepts that the locals do not even know exist. For all we know bad karma doesn't affect progress until far past what most/all locals reach in which case that aspect of it would be irrelevant. This does not change that this guy seems to be the speed bump boss for the MC and I am looking forward to him getting his just deserts (and given how Xianxia MCs tend to go, probably his whole sect as well).
 
I really just hope Zhiang Li doesn't turn into a disposable protagonist like the synopsis suggests. It's gonna suck spending 100 chapters getting invested in him, than he gets killed or tossed into an Abyss or something...
 
I seem to have encountered a bug: why do I not see a button leading me to the next chapter threadmark? Surely there must be another chapter already up right? Right? Right?
 
Haishen Yu Interlude 1
Transmigrated back into the body of her child self, can the mighty Celestial Bing Meilu survive in a Xianxia world all the while staving off the advances of arrogant young masters and wannabe protagonists alike?

Why is life so hard for the Icy Beauty?


Any corrections or criticisms are welcome, I hope you enjoy Haishen Yu Interlude 1

Sorry for this chapter being so late, I've been a bit bust the past few days. Next chapter we will be back to Bing Meilu.
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A single mountain proudly stood tall amidst the swirling snow. The monolith of ancient rock shimmered under the moonlight like a glittering gem-studded into the earth. Down the mountain's side gently flowed a pristine river. Blue and white Koi fish swam serenely through the crystalline waters underneath the shade of brightly coloured cherry blossom trees that poked out of the snow.

To the left of the mountain stood a massive palace, elegant white marble pillars holding up a domed roof ornately carved with images of the moon. Around the palace, tall towers and spires rose, built of resplendent red crystal. Thick walls of solid gold connected each spire, inlaid with beautifully carved patterns. It was within these buildings that the many disciples of the Moon Crying Swan Palace lived and cultivated.

A thousand leagues from the mountain knelt a priest garbed in a simple white robe, his eyes closed. Facing the palace, Haishen Yu slowly parted his eyelids, revealing two brightly glowing golden runes in the space his eyes had once been. Golden light erupted forth from the runes, so hot and bright that the snow and ice around the man, which had gradually piled up over hundreds of millions of years instantly erupted into steam. Two immense rivers of boiling light gushed out of his eyes, racing across the sky towards the Moon Crying Swan Palace.

The moment Haishen Yu's attack was unleashed, a massive barrier sprung into place around the Palace, a shell of glittering blue light formed from millions of floating blue symbols.

It was only natural that any sect of decent size would have sturdy automated defences in place and the Moon Crying Swan Palace was no exception. The Ten Thousand Feathers Formation had protected the Palace for one hundred generations unfailingly, beating back countless armies and legendary enemies. It was among the mightiest of barriers ever created in the history of the Bird Talon Continent.

Not mighty enough to stop Haishen Yu.

Two lances of burning light crashed furiously into the barrier. For a moment there was a world rending screech as the blistering heat of the beams collided with the absolute cold of the barrier. Then, like ice placed under a stream of hot water, the barrier melted away. The rays of light shot forward unimpeded towards their exposed target.

Only millimetres from the palace, a massive mirror of ice suddenly appeared. Haishen Yu's attack slammed into the mirror, suddenly reflecting backwards towards him.

With a snort, the priest's body faded away, moments later reappearing in the sky above the mountain. He craned his neck, gazing over at the huge, charred-black crater that marked the land where Haishen Yu had been just moments prior. Black smoke billowed out of the crater, rising into the sky in thick, swirling clouds.

Haishen Yu turned back to gaze at the Moon Crying Swan Palace, clasping his arms behind his back. As he watched, a single figure appeared in the sky, facing him. She appeared to be nothing more than a twelve-year-old girl, wearing a simple blue dress, yet the swirling cloud of Icy Qi trembling around her body clearly marked her as an incredibly powerful cultivator.

'The Moon Crying Swan Palace has only one Peak Great Sage, meaning this is the previous Palace Master, Yueling He,' Haishen Yu thought.

"Outsider, you have some gall to attack my Moon Crying Swan Palace," Yueliang He declared frostily. "You have ten seconds to leave our sect before you die."

As Yueliang He spoke, dozens of figures appeared behind her, gathering in a line to face Haishen Yu. They were all women, appearances ranging from that of little girls not yet in their teens to elderly women with white hair and wrinkled skin. These were the elite cultivators of the Moon Crying Swan Palace.

"Hmm... Is that so?" Haishen Yu asked mildly.

With a single thought, a boundless aura exploded forth from the Priest's body. The spiritual weight of his cultivation crushed down upon the gathered women. It was like a thousand mountains falling from the sky. Immediately, the weaker ones began to cough up blood, unable to stand the sheer pressure exuding from him.

"What the hell is someone like you doing in the Bird Talon Continent?" Yueliang He asked in shock.

"I've come to exterminate your sect," Haishen Yu replied with a pleasant smile, his tone what one might use when talking about the weather.

"You.. what?" Yueliang He asked, a trace of fear appearing in her eyes. "Don't get ahead of yourself! The Moon Crying Swan Palace is subsidiary to the Twelve Headed Avian Sect! If you dare attack us, they'll destroy you! Regardless of your cultivation, you can't possibly survive their wrath!"

"The Twelve Headed Avian Sect?" Haishen Yu chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Allow me to clear up misconceptions. You and every member of your sect will die today, and there is absolutely nothing anyone or any sect can do to stop me. However, I am not a man without mercy. If you submit now I will ensure your deaths are painless."

"...Are you serious? You don't actually think you can get away with attacking the Twelve Headed Avian Sect, do you? If so, you're insane," Yueliang He replied, eyes wide.

This time, Haishen Yu did not respond verbally. He simply raised a single finger, pointing it to the sky. At the tip of his finger, a small star of golden light appeared. Instantly, hundreds of attacks shot towards him, rivers of metallic water, spears of glowing ice, bolts of shadowy matter and clouds of ghostly faces. The attacks battered Haishen Yu, only to splash harmlessly off of his skin.

Then, Haishen Yu swiped his finger down.

For a moment, nothing seemed to happen. Then, with a sky-splitting thunderclap, a bolt of lightning descended from the heavens.

The only one fast enough to react to his attack, Yueliang He swung her hand frantically, and a wall of ice surged out of the ground, rising to block the thunderbolt. Yet the lightning seemed to completely ignore the wall of ice, passing through it as if it were not there. Moments later, the thunderbolt made contact with the earth. The world turned white, a second sky-splitting thunderclap exploding outwards.

When the light faded, there was no longer a Moon Crying Swan Palace. A black pit extended a hundred miles into the earth where the building had once been. Countless layers of dirt and rock had been vaporized, rising into the sky as gas. Yueliang He slowly turned her head to stare at Haishen Yu, face white.

"You... You... " she stuttered, eyes wide. "...I'll kill you!"

The little girl shot towards him, face twisted with rage. Haishen Yu leisurely raised a palm, chopping through the air. A red line spread across Yueliang He's forehead, as her body was cut in half. Blood, bile and torn pieces of internal organs splashed out of her falling corpse. A white, spectral fog seeped out of her body, as Yueliang He's soul retreated, only for a thin bolt of thunder to shoot from Haishen Yu's fingertip, shattering her soul.

When it came to cultivators above the Nascent Soul realm, destroying their bodies would not necessarily be the end for them. To truly kill one, it was necessary to destroy their soul.

Having finished off Yueling He, Haishen Yu turned to the other fighters, who had yet to even react, raising a finger to his lip. He exhaled and a great gout of fire erupted from his lips. The flames washed over the women, burning through their flesh and bone. Something reminiscent of the sweet smell of cooked pork filled the air as the women burned away. Haishen Yu waved his hand, dozens of tiny thunderbolts flying out and destroying the souls left behind.

A grin slowly spread across the man's face. He had finally completed his task. Haishen Yu's shoulders shook slightly as he broke into laughter. Suddenly he stopped laughing, looking downwards. The earth at the bottom of the pit that had once been the Moon Crying Swan Palace began to tremble. Cracks spread out across the charred black soil, dirt rising into the air.

What appeared to be a massive white ball rose from the earth, floating high into the sky. The white ball began to slowly swell outwards, before cracks spread out across it. The ball exploded, revealing the majestic form of a massive swan.

The bird had six wings covered in glossy silver feathers. Its beak was pitch black, filled with huge jagged teeth. The bird's pupils were images of the moon, glowing bright silver.

"Oh...? To think there would still be a Moon Crying Swan alive today?" Haishen Yu remarked, surprised. "I had thought that bloodline was extinct."

The silver-feathered swan looked down at Haishen Yu and opened its beak wide. Silver light began to gather in its mouth, forming a massive orb.

Haishen Yu shook his head, before swiftly reaching out with his hand. A shell of light formed around the bird, suddenly shrinking down. As the shell of light shrunk, so did the bird. Soon the mountain-sized demonic creature has been forced into the size of a watermelon. Haishen Yu waved his hand again, and the shell of light flew towards him, landing in his palm. Haishen Yu looked down at the swan, which was desperately struggling against its prison.

"You'll make a fine mount..." Haishen Yu smiled. "Once properly trained."
 
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