Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2231 - 146: Final Achievement

The cliff face was riddled with a dense network of caves.

Despite the trepidation filling their hearts, a group of Unification Cultivators emerged from these openings. They gathered behind Yin Penglai, their eyes fixed on the twenty-odd figures hovering in the sky above.

In the surrounding space, the Chaos Origin Substance rolled and surged without end.

Yin Penglai, his expression sharp and cold, rose silently into the air to meet them.

Scanning the assembly, he showed not a single hint of fear, even when confronted by more than twenty beings of his own cultivation stage.

His focus locked onto Wan Kongcheng immediately, his eyes burning with a visible, murderous intent.

This display of heroic and valiant spirit struck fear into Wan Kongcheng, the Ancestor of the Qingluo Wan Family. Recalling the terror of being dominated by the Yin Family in the past, he instinctively took two steps back.

However, remembering the allies standing behind him, he forced himself to act with bravado and shouted sternly:

"Taoist Friend Penglai, everyone has gathered here. Do you still intend to commit murder right in front of your fellow cultivators!"

Yin Penglai’s gaze remained icy, yet he seemed to lose all interest in Wan Kongcheng. He slowly shifted his attention to the figures standing behind the man, his voice grave and his expression solemn:

"Spirit Origin Prefecture, Illusion Sky Realm, Golden Water Pond, and the Ten Thousand Demon Palace... What is the meaning of this?"

The figures exchanged glances with one another.

Before long, a middle-aged man stepped out from the group, his countenance masked in a display of grief and indignation:

"Just as Taoist Friend Wan stated, we have come to seek an explanation!"

"Our eleven families previously reached an accord to maintain the order of Zhang’s Ruins together, offering a sanctuary for Rogue Cultivators in this corner of the Realm Sea and ensuring that well waters do not interfere with river waters. And yet, our Inner World Cultivator Fan Yuxian perished without cause near your Taoist Field; I ask you, Yin Penglai, does your Yin Family truly claim to know nothing of this!"

Yin Penglai’s expression darkened, and his eyes flickered with thought.

He realized the opposition was deliberately withholding vital facts, attempting to twist the narrative to their advantage.

Just as he prepared to offer a rebuttal, another voice cut him off.

"Exactly! The Joyful Spirit Saintess of our Illusion Sky Realm had been in seclusion for years. While traveling through Zhang’s Ruins, she passed near the Yin Family’s territory and was brutally slaughtered, her body and spirit completely eradicated! Even her True Spirit failed to return; what a heartless crime!"

An old woman, leaning on a cane and wearing a mask of pure hatred, stepped forward and shrieked:

"The Yin Family has controlled this region for hundreds of thousands of years, making it impenetrable. I refuse to believe you are unaware of who the culprit is!"

"To know the identity of the killer and yet shield them—it seems the murderer is the Yin Family itself!"

"To plot such an ambush, your heart deserves to be condemned!"

Hearing these accusations, Yin Penglai’s eyes erupted with fury.

It was obvious that these two factions feared the Yin Family might produce another Crossing Tribulation Cultivator in the future and had sent agents specifically to intercept and kill. Now, they were playing the victim and striking first.

His mind worked quickly. His gaze swept over the representatives of the Spirit Origin Prefecture and the Illusion Sky Realm before settling on the cultivators from the Golden Water Pond and the Ten Thousand Demon Palace, who were not originally involved. He said coldly:

"How could it be a mere coincidence that two prominent Crossing Tribulation Cultivators appeared so close to my Yin Family?"

"And that both happened to perish in the exact same location?"

"Were they simply here to tour the Yin Family lands?"

"Was it truly my Yin Family that orchestrated an ambush, or are the Spirit Origin Prefecture and the Illusion Sky Realm harboring hidden, ulterior motives?"

"Furthermore... I swear upon my Dao-heart and by the ancestors of the Yin Family that we were completely unaware of this before it occurred! It was not a member of the Yin Family clan who harmed those two fellow Taoists!"

"However, what about you..."

"Spirit Origin Prefecture and Illusion Sky Realm, do you dare to swear upon your own Dao-hearts?"

The middle-aged cultivator and the old woman were both momentarily stunned by his words.

Their eyes began to flicker with uncertainty.

The other accompanying forces noticed that the 'aggrieved parties' had fallen silent, and thus, no one else spoke up.

At that moment, Wan Kongcheng suddenly chimed in:

"Rumor has it that an Evil Monk from the Supreme True Buddha recently infiltrated the ruins; perhaps Taoist Friend Fan and the Joyful Spirit Immortal detected something strange and tracked him to this place..."

"Wan Kongcheng, do not court death!"

Upon hearing Wan Kongcheng’s words, Yin Penglai’s face twisted in rage. He suddenly lashed out, turning his hand to strike at Wan Kongcheng!

A white Dao Domain, fully prepared and infused with the power of rules, bore down with immense pressure!

The attack was incredibly sudden. Not only was Wan Kongcheng caught off guard, but even the middle-aged man from Spirit Origin Prefecture and the old woman from Illusion Sky Realm failed to intervene in time.

Wan Kongcheng’s face paled with horror as he watched the blow descend.

But suddenly, a figure wrapped in a terrifying ghostly aura flashed in front of him, its body expanding rapidly!

The white Eighth Tier Dao Domain struck the figure, but it did not shatter him as expected. Instead, it encountered a violent counterforce that nearly caused the domain to crumble.

Yin Penglai, his face changing slightly, quickly retracted his power.

Wan Kongcheng also reacted, his own domain spreading out like a cloud of bluish-green smoke.

The middle-aged cultivator and the old woman moved to flank the ghostly figure, standing protectively in front of Wan Kongcheng. Although their expressions were grim, their eyes glimmered with secret joy!

The old woman screamed venomously:

"Yin Penglai, why do you seek to silence Taoist Friend Wan!"

"Could it be that Taoist Friend Wan has actually spoken the truth?"

Yin Penglai ignored the old woman’s screeching. Instead, he stared intensely at the figure shrouded in ghostly aura. The man appeared relaxed, but Yin Penglai’s gaze was heavy with dread as he said solemnly:

"I have long heard of Taoist Friend ’Jiu Futu’ and how his Corpse Immortal Technique renders him immortal and indestructible. His strength is said to be beyond the reach of those in the middle-stage of Crossing Tribulation; seeing it today, it is truly remarkable."

"But does the Ten Thousand Demon Palace truly intend to stir these muddy waters?"

The man was dressed in a dark blue robe, and his natural skin tone had a faint greenish tint.

His body quickly shrank back to its normal size. Having withstood Yin Penglai’s full-strength blow without injury, he squinted his eyes and smiled, saying: