After Changing to the Ruthless Way, the Brothers Cried and Begged for Forgiveness

Chapter 375: The Gathering of Nascent Soul Elders

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“Master?”

Zhu Qing looked at the cult leader with confusion as he abruptly raised his hand to stop her mid-sentence. Her heart raced with anxiety.

Could it be that the Master found her too useless and no longer wanted to hear her speak?

She hesitated, wondering whether to defend herself, but before she could speak, the cult leader suddenly stood up. His face twisted, and his muscles twitched uncontrollably.

Alarmed, Zhu Qing quickly bowed in apology. “Please calm your anger, Master. Master…”

“Hahahaha! Zhu Qing, you’ve done well! If not for your message summoning me here, how could I have stumbled upon this rare opportunity to witness the re-emergence of a divine dragon? Once I seize this opportunity, you shall be greatly rewarded!”

Before the words had fully left his mouth, the cult leader’s voice vanished, leaving Zhu Qing bewildered and alone.

It wasn’t just the leader of the Heavenly Fire Sect who heard the dragon’s roar from the Chaozong Gorge; cultivators within thousands of miles all sensed it. After a brief moment of panic, they all rushed toward the gorge, making it a chaotic scene.

Those living in Pu Ran City, being closest to the gorge, were the first to arrive. Normally, they could move through the gorge unimpeded, but this time, as soon as they set foot near its boundaries, an overwhelming pressure descended from above.Many fell to the ground, unable to resist. Those who managed to stay standing quickly activated protective spiritual shields and advanced cautiously. However, the deeper they went, the stronger the pressure became, until the cracking of their bones was audible, forcing them to halt while watching others forge ahead.

Suddenly, the sharp sound of something slicing through the air echoed.

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

Dark figures streaked overhead. One of the onlookers gasped as he caught sight of a sharp-nosed elder. “That was the infamous Old Man Ji Mie! I thought he was dead!”

“Not just Old Man Ji Mie! I also saw the One-Armed Blade King. She’s here too!”

“Even Snow Child is among them!”

“Unbelievable! Who knew there were so many Nascent Soul elders hiding near Pu Ran City? Truly hidden dragons and crouching tigers!”

Above, Snow Child heard the murmurs below and sneered. His pale complexion revealed disdain. These low-level insects might be unaware of their kind, but he and the other elders had long known about each other. Bound by a tacit understanding to not interfere with one another, they coexisted peacefully. Were it not for the anomaly at Chaozong Gorge, they might never have crossed paths.

Snow Child glanced around, his gaze landing on a one-armed woman ahead of him—Zhang Yi Fan, also known as the One-Armed Blade King. He ground his teeth. While the other Nascent Soul elders posed little threat, Zhang Yi Fan was a formidable rival and the most likely contender to snatch the opportunity from him.

As they neared the heart of the gorge, the pressure grew so immense that their flight slowed. Eventually, they abandoned flight altogether and advanced on foot to conserve energy.

Before long, they emerged from the dense forest into an open expanse, where they were greeted by an unforgettable, awe-inspiring sight.

The flat, spacious ground was littered with the bodies of countless demonic beasts, piled atop one another like an unending mountain range. Among them, a few enormous beasts with fierce auras knelt in reverence, as though awaiting the return of their king.

Instead of feeling joy, Snow Child and the others were gripped by terror. A presence powerful enough to make even Nascent Soul-level beasts bow was beyond their comprehension.

Although their greed flared, their survival instincts were sharper. Their ultimate goal was longevity, not a premature death.

Their first instinct was to retreat, but as they turned to leave, Snow Child noticed two young women standing among the beasts. Squinting, he realized both were also Nascent Soul cultivators.

His steps faltered. If no one dared to stay, he might have left. But seeing others standing their ground sparked a change in him.

Fortune favors the bold.

At his stage, with his cultivation stagnating and his lifespan nearing its end, ordinary opportunities held no value. To break through his limits, he had to take risks.

In the span of a breath, he reevaluated the situation and made his decision: he would stay.

The other elders, noticing Snow Child’s hesitation, also paused. Without speaking, they exchanged meaningful glances.

Old Man Ji Mie let out a sinister chuckle. “What a rare gathering! It’s a joy to see you all. But Zhang Yi Dao, you’ve only got one arm now. Perhaps you should sit this one out.”

The One-Armed Blade King, Zhang Yi Fan, was a striking woman with an air of heroism. Her right arm was missing, and a massive blade hung across her back. Though her name was Zhang Yi Fan, people often called her Zhang Yi Dao (One Blade Zhang) due to her mastery of a domineering blade style.

Five years after losing her arm in battle, she returned stronger than ever, breaking through her original limits to reach the Nascent Soul stage. Since then, few dared to call her by her old nickname—except for Old Man Ji Mie, one of the rare equals in her realm.

Zhang Yi Fan laughed heartily. “Even the one who vowed not to emerge without a breakthrough is here. How could I miss such a grand event?”

Old Man Ji Mie’s face darkened. The vow of “not emerging without a breakthrough” was one he had made before entering seclusion. His presence here now, without said breakthrough, was a public embarrassment.

The others stayed silent, observing the verbal sparring with amusement.

Old Man Ji Mie, annoyed but unwilling to escalate, redirected his attention to the two young women, Yu Zhao and Long Fei Fei, standing in the distance.

“We are all old friends here, and whoever claims the opportunity should do so through their abilities. But if these juniors seize it, I, for one, won’t stand for it!”

Snow Child immediately understood. “You’re suggesting…?”

“Hmph, before the opportunity reveals itself, we should drive them out—or deal with them directly,” Old Man Ji Mie said, his eyes glinting with murderous intent.

Suddenly, an angry voice lashed out. “Old man, you’re ugly, but your heart is even uglier! If you want to kill and steal, just say so! Stop pretending to be noble. You’re nothing but a pathetic old relic picking on the weak!”

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