Battle Sword Sect in the Immortal Realms

Battle Sword Sect in the Immortal Realms . . .

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the serene landscape, the hearts of the two individuals below began to quiver uncontrollably. Their fear intensified as they witnessed the sudden appearance of Qin Wentian and Purgatory in the very skies above them. It was a moment of both awe and trepidation.

In this dramatic and tension-filled atmosphere, Qin Wentian descended gracefully from the heavens, his presence commanding respect and curiosity. With a polite yet mysterious smile, he addressed the bewildered pair, "Greetings, may I inquire about the precise location within the Cloud Prefecture we find ourselves in?"

In response, a young man with a hint of desperation in his eyes replied, "This is Jiangling Country, Senior. I have wronged a formidable adversary, and I fear I won't see the sun rise again. Could I implore you, Senior, to safeguard the life of the woman I hold dear?"

Qin Wentian's penetrating gaze seemed to bore into the depths of the young man's soul, unraveling the secrets hidden within. Nevertheless, the young man stood his ground, realizing that the figure before him was undeniably extraordinary. Despite his apparent youth, it was evident that his cultivation level was exceptional. He clung to the hope that this enigmatic stranger might hold the key to his and Xueru's salvation.

"Jiangling Country," Qin Wentian muttered in surprise. He couldn't help but reminisce about his initial arrival in the immortal realms, which had landed him squarely in Jiangling Country. He recalled taking Qin Feng under his wing as a disciple and the tumultuous events that had transpired, leading to their family's exile from Worryfree City.

With a sense of irony, he asked, "Which city within Jiangling Country is closest to this location?"

The young man responded, "Worryfree City, Senior. We aren't far from there." His words sparked a glint of determination in Qin Wentian's eyes. It was in Worryfree City that his journey in the immortal realms had first begun, and the memories of his past were now intertwined with the fate of these two strangers.

As Qin Wentian contemplated the young man's plea, he understood that saving Xueru alone would be an arduous task. However, he harbored no reservations, for it felt almost fateful to be standing here once more.

Unbeknownst to Qin Wentian, the Cloud Prefecture had undergone significant changes under the rule of the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord, no longer maintaining its affiliation with the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect. Jiangling Country, too, now fell under the jurisdiction of the powerful Emperor Lord.

Suddenly, a group of experts soared overhead, mounted atop majestic flying eagles. Leading the pack was a wounded young man, his face pale but his eyes filled with an icy resolve. His voice pierced the air like a blade as he confronted the fleeing duo, "Do you honestly believe you can escape?"

In their moment of despair, the young man and Xueru turned their desperate gazes toward Qin Wentian, their unspoken plea echoing through the quiet evening.

In the fading twilight, the tension hung in the air like a thick fog as Qin Wentian locked his gaze onto the defiant young man leading the charge. With a mixture of curiosity and exasperation, he posed a question, "Pray, enlighten me, why does this grudge fester between you two?"

A cold retort pierced the silence as the lead antagonist from the Golden Armor Sect sneered, "When the Golden Armor Sect takes action, all others should beat a hasty retreat." His cohorts moved in to encircle their hapless quarry.

Qin Wentian couldn't help but mutter to himself, "The Golden Armor Sect, a name that rings a bell." Memories from years past flooded his mind, particularly one unforgettable encounter with a Golden Armor Sect disciple named Zhao Yuyan. She had been the disciple of the sect's venerable elder, and their confrontation had nearly cost him his life. The elder had unleashed his formidable immortal sense in a bid to claim him, but a timely intervention by Bai Wuya had spared him from that dire fate, whisking him away to the Heavenly Talisman Realm.

Xueru, the young woman at the heart of this turmoil, pleaded with Qin Wentian, her eyes filled with desperation. "Senior, I bear no connection to this man. In the inn, he verbally assaulted my honor and attempted to harm me. My senior brother intervened, injuring him. Little did we know he belonged to the Golden Armor Sect." She cast a pitiful glance toward Qin Wentian, highlighting the harsh reality of the immortal realms, where the powerful often preyed upon the defenseless. Ordinary mortals who crossed the path of these mighty beings, lacking any influential support, were left utterly vulnerable.

The immortal realms sprawled vast and wide, teeming with countless immortal kings and emperors. In the eyes of denizens from places like Worryfree City, those at the immortal-foundation level already stood at the pinnacle of their social hierarchy. The Golden Armor Sect's audacity was fueled by the backing of an immortal-foundation expert, which emboldened their disciples to tyrannize the weak.

Turning his attention to the accused Golden Armor Sect member, Qin Wentian inquired sternly, "Is this account accurate?"

The young man from the sect sneered defiantly, warning Qin Wentian, "This matter pertains to the Golden Armor Sect. Think twice before you meddle." His gaze, however, shifted momentarily, noticing the alluring presence of Purgatory in her human form. His eyes gleamed with avarice, but the aura of the two newcomers was so imposing that he dared not make any rash moves. Attempting diplomacy, he extended an olive branch, saying, "I am the son of one of the elders in the Golden Armor Sect. Should you desire, we could be friends, and I'd gladly host you as our guest at the Golden Armor Sect."

Qin Wentian saw through the thinly veiled ulterior motive in an instant. He then addressed the young man and woman who had sought his aid, "You may take your leave."

"Thank you, Senior," the young man expressed his gratitude, bowing respectfully as they prepared to depart.

"INSOLENT!" The Golden Armor Sect member bellowed, his voice dripping with disdain. "Do you dare to defy me, despite my hospitality? Kill him and leave the woman. I intend to savor her slowly."

His arrogance knew no bounds as he dared anyone to challenge the might of the Golden Armor Sect in the vicinity of Worryfree City. He wore a strand of immortal sense like a shield, believing himself invincible even in the face of a peak-tier ascendant like Qin Wentian.

"Yes, young master," came the obedient response from the assembled experts of the Golden Armor Sect, each of them unleashing their formidable auras, while several even summoned their constellations to the fore. The young man they were pursuing, it was clear, possessed considerable power himself. He was no ordinary ascendant, and that's precisely why the Golden Armor Sect had dispatched so many experts to capture him.

Qin Wentian's eyes narrowed, and a chilling resolve settled within him. With a thunderous reverberation, he stepped forward, and in the blink of an eye, Qin Wentian, accompanied by his enigmatic companions, vanished from the vicinity.

The fleeing young man, his instincts on high alert, abruptly halted in his tracks, his gaze fixed upon the spot where Qin Wentian had stood mere moments ago. His heart raced within his chest, sensing something extraordinary unfolding.

"Senior brother!" Xueru cried out, observing her senior sibling's sudden halt. She, too, turned her head to look back. To her astonishment, the experts from the Golden Armor Sect now lay on the ground, their faces drained of color, their once-potent cultivation bases utterly drained. The young man who had led their pursuit was lifeless, his mortal coil extinguished, and even the strand of immortal sense that had clung to him had failed to react in time.

The young man's pulse quickened, a sense of awe and admiration coursing through him. Even within his own sect, he had never encountered such an awe-inspiring figure.

"What realm could that senior possibly be?" Xueru's voice quivered with a mixture of fear and wonder.

"Immortal," the young man uttered a single word. The handsome youth they had crossed paths with earlier was undoubtedly an immortal.

...

Within the bustling confines of Worryfree City, Qin Wentian and Purgatory strolled leisurely. Qin Wentian extended his immortal sense, enveloping a radius of several hundred miles. Upon his initial arrival from a particle world, he had occupied the lower echelons of the Celestial Phenomenon realm, leaving him with little opportunity to explore this place in detail.

In this small city nestled within the vast immortal realms, the population consisted predominantly of individuals with modest cultivation levels. While peak-tier ascendants were the undisputed elite here, the sheer number of Celestial Phenomenon Ascendants was staggering. As a result, for the average initial immortal-foundation expert, the pinnacle of their achievement often involved founding their own sect or reigning unchallenged over a city, effectively attaining the status of a City Lord.

As Qin Wentian's immortal sense expanded, vivid scenes filled his mind's eye, an intricate tapestry of colors and sounds revealing the city's secrets and stories.

"Mhm?" In the midst of his casual perusal of Worryfree City, a flicker of intrigue danced across Qin Wentian's brows. His consciousness was drawn to an inn, its interior vividly materializing within his mind. As his immortal sense honed in on a particular individual seated at a table, his focus deepened.

"I'm convinced the Battle Sword Sect is in dire straits this time," murmured the person at the inn, their voice carrying a mixture of speculation and concern. "Who would've thought they'd become Xie Yu's target? But then again, those Battle Sword Sect disciples are an impressive bunch. They're all so young and attractive. Lou Bingyu, in particular, is as frigid as a snowflake, and she carries herself with an air of unyielding arrogance. It's highly likely Xie Yu has some nefarious intentions towards her."

"Indeed," agreed the companion. "I've heard that Young City Lord Xie Yu is currently delving into forbidden arts. His lineage is steeped in demonic influence, and his inherent inclinations lean towards the sinister. Rumor has it that numerous innocent maidens have already fallen victim to Xie Yu, their life essences cruelly drained. As for the Battle Sword Sect, they seem to have incurred the wrath of several powerful factions shortly after their arrival in the immortal realms. It wouldn't surprise me if their sect faces imminent destruction. Apparently, they hail from some backwater particle world, and their ignorance of the rules of the immortal realms is quite evident."

"Battle Sword Sect," Qin Wentian's eyes glittered with a steely resolve. Without hesitation, he strode forward, disappearing in a blur of movement. In the blink of an eye, he materialized within the inn, catching the two conversing individuals off guard. Their eyes narrowed as they assessed Qin Wentian and Purgatory, both emanating an unmistakable air of authority, likely belonging to influential young masters or mistresses from powerful sects.

"Young hero, how may we assist you?" One of them respectfully extended a hand in greeting. In the immortal realms, one must tread cautiously to avoid unnecessary confrontations. A single ill-spoken word could easily result in a swift demise, particularly for those lacking the strength to defend themselves.

"Take me to the Battle Sword Sect," Qin Wentian stated, his gaze unwavering.

"The Battle Sword Sect? Have they truly arrived in the immortal realms?" The person's expression turned uneasy.

Furrowing his brows, Qin Wentian's eyes bore into the individual, his penetrating gaze ratcheting up the pressure. The person felt a cold sweat forming as an oppressive force pressed down upon him. Trembling, he stammered, "Young hero, I... right now, the City Lord's son, Xie Yu, has mustered a cadre of experts to besiege the Battle Sword Sect. I truly dare not venture there."

"Lead me in the general direction, and indicate the way. Afterward, you may depart," Qin Wentian replied calmly. The person lowered his head, resigned to the inevitable. He understood that Qin Wentian's restraint, considering his power, was a courtesy in itself. Stubbornness might lead to a far less merciful outcome.

In the heart of Worryfree City, nestled amidst a mountainous landscape, lay the Battle Sword Sect. At the base of a towering peak stood a figure akin to a plum blossom in bloom. An ancient sword rested upon her back, and her flowing robes fluttered in the breeze, endowing her with an aura of otherworldly grace.

In that poignant moment, a woman stood, her delicate features twisted into a perplexed frown. Her eyes, keen as the sharpest of swords, fixed upon the distant horizon. A peculiar sensation tugged at her senses, forewarning of the approach of two distinct auras. True to her premonition, within moments, two figures materialized on the horizon. However, when the woman beheld the young man leading the way, her exquisite eyes froze in disbelief. A spark of radiant recognition kindled within her gaze, as though she could hardly believe her own senses.

Drawing nearer, the young man directed a friendly grin towards the woman who stood in a state of bewildered shock. "What's the matter? Have you forgotten me already?"

Lou Bingyu remained transfixed, her gaze locked onto Qin Wentian. She found herself at a loss, for Qin Wentian had undergone a profound transformation. He exuded an aura of ethereal allure, and even his physical appearance had taken on an enhanced, almost transcendent quality.

Stammering, Lou Bingyu finally spoke, "What... What happened to you? And why is the Battle Sword Sect here in the immortal realms?"

Qin Wentian, equally concerned about the developments in his home particle world, inquired, "Please, share everything with me."

Lou Bingyu nodded and led Qin Wentian away, her voice tremulous with emotion. "Let's return to the sect, and I'll explain along the way."

With a silent agreement, Qin Wentian fell into step beside Lou Bingyu as she began to recount the events. "After you left, Senior Medicine Sovereign assumed leadership of our particle world. However, he had no aspirations for absolute dominion, which created a power vacuum and allowed several factions to rise, vying for supremacy. Initially, things remained somewhat stable, but do you recall the Star River Association that you dismantled? They disappeared for a time, but recently, they returned with a vengeance. The Star River Association deployed experts from the immortal realms to our world, using overwhelming force to assert their dominance."

A chilling resolve settled in Qin Wentian's eyes, confirming the resurgence of the Star River Association as a formidable threat.

"Tell me, how are Senior Medicine Sovereign and Qingcheng faring? Have they also ventured into the immortal realms?" Qin Wentian inquired, his heart heavy with concern.

Lou Bingyu met his gaze with a solemn shake of her head. "Medicine Sovereign entrusted the majority of our young elites with the opportunity to venture into the immortal realms. However, Mo Qingcheng chose to stay behind."

"Why?" Qin Wentian's heart skipped a beat.

Lou Bingyu offered her explanation, "She believed that the immortal realms were simply too vast. Her decision was to await your return in the Royal Sacred Region."