Wanting Qin Wentian’s Death

Wanting Qin Wentian's Death . . .

In the arena of celestial prowess, Dong Yu, a Heaven Chosen disciple of the Royal Sacred Sect, bore the weight of expectation. His Celestial Phenomenon Realm cultivation stood formidable at the third level, a testament to his prowess. Facing off against him was Qin Wentian, a martial prodigy who had once rejected the overtures of the Royal Sacred Sect. Despite his current standing at the first level of the Celestial Phenomenon Realm, he had ascended to the zenith of the Immortal Martial Realm. His innate gifts surpassed even the vaunted era-suppressing geniuses. What's more, his fifth astral soul bore the remarkable distinction of being a violet-gold manifestation from the elusive 7th Heavenly Layer.

Their duel unfolded on the Sacred Battle Platform, and the outcome was nothing short of astonishing—Dong Yu fell, defeated.

There was no need to belabor the disparities in their innate talents. Dong Yu, holding a two-level advantage over Qin Wentian, had been vanquished. It became clear to all that the Royal Sacred Sect's self-proclaimed geniuses paled in comparison to Qin Wentian.

As both Qin Wentian and Ye Qingyun had previously asserted, the Royal Sacred Sect's vaunted reputation appeared increasingly unwarranted. Their might seemed attributed solely to the aggregation of the world's gifted individuals. Even their prized demon-level talents, despite their significant level advantage, crumbled in the face of Qin Wentian's might. Actions, it seemed, trumped rhetoric every time.

In the wake of Dong Yu's defeat, the experts of the Royal Sacred Sect wore expressions of pallor. Their once mighty reputation had been dealt a resounding blow before the world's gaze. The hegemonic image they had carefully cultivated through the generations lay in tatters.

As the luminous barrier dissipated, Ye Qingyun cast his gaze skyward and voiced his thoughts, "The Royal Sacred Sect may owe its existence to the people of this world, but it appears they have forgotten this fact. It's laughable that after generations of toil, they now deem it acceptable to dictate the fate of lives beyond their dominion, even threatening the lives of my Ye Country and the Grand Xia Empire. How pitiable. If the Royal Sacred Sect finds us an obstacle, they need only confront us directly. To harm the innocent citizens of my Ye Country and Grand Xia Empire is to earn the contempt of the world and a fate of eventual ruin."

Lu Ziyan observed the unfolding spectacle with an enigmatic smile. The Royal Sacred Sect might be the sovereign ruler of this world, but rebellion was afoot. Among these dissidents stood a demon-level character boasting a violet-gold astral soul.

However, it was lamentable that this gifted young man hailed from a remote particle world. Were he born in the outside realms, the feeble Royal Sacred Sect would dare not raise a finger against him. In fact, many major powers would rally to his cause, obliterating the sect from existence.

Such absurdity was the exclusive purview of worlds steeped in provinciality.

Zai Xuan's gaze, tinged with jealousy, remained fixed upon Qin Wentian. He, the Sacred Prince, now found himself eclipsed by a supposed "country bumpkin" whose talents outshone his own. He cringed at the memory of his boastful pronouncements before Lu Ziyan. The smile gracing her lips felt like a searing rebuke, reducing his once-prideful visage to dust.

Yet, the reality remained—Qin Wentian's talents were irrelevant in a world subject to the dominion of the Royal Sacred Sect. His supreme potential notwithstanding, he was naught but a pawn, his destiny ensnared by the sect's iron grasp.

Amidst the aftermath of their fierce confrontation, Zai Xuan's eyes sparkled with a cold, calculated demeanor, though he concealed it beneath a veneer of composure. Addressing Qin Wentian, he adopted a diplomatic tone, one tinged with the promise of opportunity. "Your talent is indeed extraordinary, and my Royal Sacred Sect, as the reigning power in this world, is not devoid of tolerance. Even now, I extend an offer of reconciliation. Should you choose to yield, the Royal Sacred Sect stands ready to embrace you and invest its vast resources in your development."

Yet, behind Zai Xuan's facade lay a far more sinister intent. He yearned for the day when Qin Wentian's life and destiny would lie entirely within his grasp. All it would take were a few insidious techniques to shackle Qin Wentian's will, rendering him an eternal servant, incapable of breaking free.

Qin Wentian, however, regarded Zai Xuan with an incredulous expression, his gaze laced with a hint of mockery that slipped through his façade. "Are you jesting with me?" he quipped, tilting his head toward the airborne Zai Xuan. His eyes danced with a sardonic light, causing Zai Xuan's brows to knit in consternation.

Undeterred, Qin Wentian continued, "Why would I require the Royal Sacred Sect's patronage for my growth? Is your sect even qualified to offer such guidance?"

The biting tone of his words sent ripples of disbelief through the onlookers. How audacious! Yet, they found themselves speechless in the wake of the recent battle. Qin Wentian had vanquished two Heaven Chosen disciples of the Royal Sacred Sect, both possessing higher cultivation bases. In light of this, the notion of the sect nurturing him appeared ludicrous. The talents they nurtured had been summarily dismantled by an opponent who defied conventional limitations. Did they still possess the credibility to make such claims?

In response to Qin Wentian's audacity, Zai Xuan's countenance darkened, his voice taking on an icy edge. "This is the extent of our patience. You are stained with the blood of our brethren. Persist in your arrogance, and death shall be your sole escape."

"Tolerance?" Qin Wentian's laughter was laced with derision. "Were my combat prowess slightly inferior, I would not even live to hear your words. You seek to slay me while forbidding any resistance, and yet you label me as arrogant for opposing such tyranny. Your logic baffles reason."

He pressed on, a glint of defiance in his eyes. "Let us not forget the words I uttered upon arriving here. Is the Royal Sacred Sect tacitly admitting that there is no one within its ranks capable of defeating me? Do I have permission to challenge opponents two levels my senior, or has the sect lost its nerve?"

"Zai Xuan, this youth is insufferable. We should spare ourselves further discourse and end him," a Royal Sacred Sect elder urged. Allowing Qin Wentian to live was an affront to their sect's prestige; the brash upstart had to be eliminated.

"From today onward, the Royal Sacred Sect, once hailed as the world's preeminent power, shall become a byword, a symbol of disgrace," Qin Wentian declared with unwavering resolve. The expressions on the faces of the Royal Sacred Sect's experts mirrored a stark reality—their pedestal had crumbled, and their divine aura had dissipated. No one would ever view them as gods or sanctified guardians of the highest echelons of cultivation.

The Royal Sacred Sect, once hailed as the epitome of dominance and tyranny, was far from the indomitable force they portrayed themselves to be. Their creed of submission leading to prosperity and defiance culminating in death was not the flawless doctrine they had espoused. The talents they cultivated were not invincible; they could be bested by others. True demon-level characters had no need to tether themselves to the Royal Sacred Sect's banner.

As Zai Xuan's patience wore thin and his tolerance reached its breaking point, a resounding declaration pierced the air, bearing an overwhelming might that reverberated through every soul present. It was a force so potent that it compelled those who felt its presence to bow in reverence.

"How audacious," a voice intoned as a figure materialized in the heart of the Sacred Battle Platform. It was none other than the Medicine Sovereign himself.

He stood resolute, yet an intangible pressure emanated from him, extending across a thousand miles, locking down the entire space. Zai Xuan's murderous intent withered in the face of this overpowering presence.

"The Medicine Sovereign... What unearthly strength!" Whispers of fear rippled through the crowd. The Royal Sacred Sect had assembled an array of experts, including many peak-level Ascendants. Yet the Medicine Sovereign's mere aura eclipsed their collective might.

Just how formidable was this ancient being?

The Medicine Sovereign's voice cut through the tension. "Qin Wentian is the husband of my personal disciple, Mo Qingcheng. He is my son-in-law. The Royal Sacred Sect has repeatedly pushed my patience, even dispatching a horde of experts to hunt him down. Do you hold me in such low regard?"

Medicine Sovereign locked eyes with the members of the Royal Sacred Sect hovering above. "You overstep," Zai Xuan retorted coldly. However, the Medicine Sovereign merely flicked his sleeve with casual indifference. This seemingly simple gesture sent Zai Xuan hurtling through the air, blood seeping from his mouth.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you speak to me in such a manner?" The Medicine Sovereign's once warm gaze turned icy, his eyes radiating a fierce intensity.

"Medicine Sovereign, are you planning to meddle in the affairs of the younger generation?" Another voice echoed through the air, and a visage materialized against the backdrop of the sky. It was a sight that sent shivers down the spines of countless onlookers.

"We respectfully greet the Sacred Emperor," some of the Royal Sacred Sect's upper echelons humbly bowed as they beheld the figure in the sky, paying their utmost respects.

"Our salutations to the Sacred Emperor," echoed throughout the Royal Sacred Sect's experts, their hearts quaking with reverence as they knelt to welcome their esteemed ruler.

In that very moment, the entire populace of Sacred Royal City stood aghast. The Sacred Emperor, the supreme leader of this world's hegemon, had graced the Sacred Battle Platform with his presence.

However, the Sacred Emperor's piercing gaze was singularly fixed upon the Medicine Sovereign, his interest unwavering.

"Affairs of the younger generation? The entire Royal Sacred Sect bullies my son-in-law, do they not regard me at all?" The Medicine Sovereign gazed unwaveringly at the heavens, displaying not a shred of fear. His words sent shockwaves rippling through the assembled crowd.

Could it be that the Medicine Sovereign dared to address the Sacred Emperor in such a manner? A chilling possibility began to take root in the minds of those who witnessed the scene, causing their hearts to quiver.

"No matter the circumstance, at our current level of cultivation, we should not intervene in their matters," the Sacred Emperor spoke serenely, lending credence to the newfound revelation blossoming in the minds of the onlookers. His words plunged the entire space into a stunned silence.

"At our current level of cultivation?"

Our?

Had the Medicine Sovereign ascended to the immortal realm as well?

No wonder Qin Wentian dared to act with such audacity. It became clear that his benefactor also held the title of an immortal. What boundaries would he not push?

Even Qin Wentian himself felt his heart tremble with astonishment as he gazed upon the venerable figure before him. It was a revelation that the Medicine Sovereign had already attained such heights in his cultivation.

Exhaling a weary sigh, Qin Wentian shook his head, his thoughts a tumultuous whirlwind. His intention was never to meet his end on this fateful day. In fact, he had maintained constant communication with the experts from the Medical Sovereign Valley, strategizing their approach. The Medicine Sovereign had conveyed a simple message to him: "Act as your heart desires." And this was why Qin Wentian had chosen to step onto the Sacred Battle Platform, audaciously challenging the Royal Sacred Sect's authority.

He had often pondered the source of the Medicine Sovereign's unwavering confidence and what hidden trump card he held. Could it be that Uncle Black and the others would once again intervene on his behalf?

However, reality had proven him wrong. Ever since his wedding, Uncle Black and his father's loyal followers had not resurfaced.

Qin Wentian's wedding had been a pivotal event, prompting Uncle Black's appearance in fulfillment of his mother's request. If not for this, Qin Wentian might still be unaware of the connection between the Medicine Sovereign and Uncle Black.

In this moment of revelation, Qin Wentian couldn't help but chastise himself. He now understood why the Medicine Sovereign had dared to protect him within the Royal Sacred Sect, addressing the Sacred Emperor as an equal. It turned out that the Medicine Sovereign had already attained immortality. Looking back, he realized his own foolishness for not deducing this sooner.

The Medicine Sovereign maintained his calm gaze fixed upon the celestial visage in the sky. "So, you approve of their attempts to kill Qin Wentian. As the Sacred Emperor, you claim not to interfere in the affairs of the younger generation, yet it was you who issued the decree. It appears your heart has yet to align with your level of cultivation."

"Today, you won't be able to shield him. If you persist, I shall personally intervene," the Sacred Emperor's serene voice resounded with an undeniable authority, sending ripples of trepidation through the assembled multitude. It seemed even the Sacred Emperor had resolved to see Qin Wentian meet his end.

Qin Wentian's brilliance had become too dazzling to ignore. Particularly today, when he had unveiled the existence of his violet-gold astral soul. With his sect's enmity laid bare, how could the Sacred Emperor allow such an extraordinary genius to survive?