Chapter 31: Not a Senior, I Am the Daoist Qin Ming!

A terrifying aura surged from the blood-colored coffin, as if a pair of cold, malevolent eyes were overlooking the earth. The ghostly energy shrouding the Tongtian Immortal Sect swelled violently, causing the surrounding mountains and valleys to tremble under the pressure.

It was a warning. The entity within did not want the cultivators of the Tongtian Immortal Sect to disturb Tuoba Yu’s duel.

"What terrifying cultivation! What kind of ancient monster is dormant within that coffin?" Hidden experts from Qingzhou watched from the shadows, their souls shaken by the question.

"As expected of a faction from the Central Province—a mere expeditionary force is enough to deliver a crushing blow," sighed a spectator. Even from a great distance, the mere act of watching made him feel palpitations and despair. If he felt this way, how hopeless must the Tongtian Immortal Sect, the center of this strife, feel? With no future in sight and nothing but twists and turns ahead, this was true despair.

The spectating cultivators hiding in the dark reached a sharp realization: the Tongtian Immortal Sect was finished.

The entity inside the blood-colored coffin did not emerge, yet the release of a mere sliver of its aura was enough to stir tension everywhere. Lin Yuan and the elders of the Tongtian Immortal Sect gritted their teeth, their eyes clouded with gloom. To be attacked at their own sect and humiliated to their faces was utterly suffocating. Along with the frustration came a profound sense of sorrow. Alas! Their strength was simply inferior. If they possessed the power to suppress all, who would dare to bully them at their doorstep?

"Playing around is enough; it is best to make it quick. I give you half a stick of incense to defeat all enemies of this sect," came the raspy voice from the blood-colored coffin, carrying a tone of indifference.

"Understood!" Tuoba Yu nodded, though he felt his Sect Master was being overly cautious. Among the three thousand provinces of the Xuanxiao Continent, Qingzhou was considered the weakest. Furthermore, all the strong cultivators of the Tongtian Immortal Sect were present here, and they couldn't even muster a single Spirit Bridge Realm expert. Without a Spirit Bridge expert, they weren't even qualified to challenge the Corpse Yin Sect. Surely the Tongtian Immortal Sect didn't have hidden masters scattered abroad? While it was impossible for masters to be hiding elsewhere, there were likely plenty of cowardly disciples who had fled.

Thinking of this, Tuoba Yu became even more unscrupulous. With his hands behind his back, he floated from the mountain into the Tongtian Immortal Sect and spoke coldly before the crowd. "I feel like a contest today. Bring out that so-called Daoist of yours!" Tuoba Yu was very interested in Qin Ming.

According to intelligence, that Daoist, Qin Ming, had killed Ye Chen with the help of the sect elders. While there was suspicion of cheating, he surely possessed some capability. After all, Ye Chen was a genius who had stepped onto the Heavenly Path and possessed a savage physique. His only flaw was a slightly lower cultivation level, which must have been the cause of his defeat. But he, Tuoba Yu, was different. Thinking of this, he touched the vortex in the center of his brow, his spirits rising.

He shouted the challenge, but no one responded. Tuoba Yu immediately guessed the reason. "Oh? I’ve been calling for a long time, and your Daoist hasn't appeared? Did he run away?" Tuoba Yu laughed heartily. The disciples of the Tongtian Immortal Sect turned livid with rage but had no rebuttal, for their Daoist had indeed fled, even taking with him the sect's treasures, such as the Thunder-Repelling Divine Bamboo.

"Since the Daoist isn't here, you all come at me together! Since you are all going to die today, you might as well spar with me. Being killed by my hand can be considered your honor." Tuoba Yu was arrogant, his hair dancing as the vortex in his brow exuded an eerie luster.

"The Tongtian Immortal Sect cannot be humiliated!" At this, several disciples lunged forward, their faces filled with fury.

"What kind of trash dares to strike? Get lost!" Tuoba Yu roared, his voice cutting through the air like a blade, turning into a tangible force.

*Puff!* The disciples were instantly thrown back, injured by the sound wave, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

"Useless trash deserve to die." Tuoba Yu stepped forward, the eerie light in his brow intensifying. His palms were as black as ink, and he struck out, blasting forth a cloud of black mist. It hissed and crackled, actively corroding the spiritual power of the world. There was no doubt this blow could shatter mountains and break rocks.

Lin Rou cried out in alarm. She rushed forward, a fragrant breeze trailing behind her. On the way, she formed seals with her slender hands, managing to conjure a blue wall before the disciples. However, as Tuoba Yu’s great hand descended, nothing could withstand it. The wall of spiritual power shattered, turning into a rain of light, and a portion of the force struck Lin Rou. Her delicate body shuddered violently, and blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

At that moment, a suction force erupted, dragging the wounded Lin Rou into the air and pulling her firmly into Tuoba Yu’s embrace. He sniffed toward her; Lin Rou recoiled in disgust, but this only made Tuoba Yu’s face bloom with a look of intoxication and lewd glee. Resistance? The louder she screamed and the more she struggled, the more pleasurable it became. He wouldn't even mind if she rewarded him with a few slaps...

"Truly disappointing. I never expected the Tongtian Immortal Sect to be in such a pathetic state. It really is a backward land of Qingzhou savages. The sect is trash, the disciples are trash, and your Daoist is even worse—with the sect facing a catastrophe, he actually had the nerve to run away. I’ve lost interest. Feed them all to the corpses!"

Tuoba Yu was impatient, eager to take the beauty back for dual cultivation. But just then, he sensed something strange. As if guided by a mysterious force, he looked up. A dense black cloud, stretching for who knows how many thousands of miles, had drifted into the sky. It was an imposing sight, flashing with lightning, like an uninvited guest crashing into their ghost domain.

Suddenly, his eyes were stung by a brilliant golden light, forcing him to squint. At the same time, the pressure of a Bitter Sea Realm expert spread forth! Gold? A Bitter Sea? Which monstrous senior had broken into the Tongtian Immortal Sect? Startled, Tuoba Yu spoke hastily and respectfully, "Dare I ask, which senior has come here?"

"I am no senior. I am the Daoist of the Tongtian Immortal Sect, Qin Ming!"

As soon as the words fell, Tuoba Yu felt as if his entire body had been frozen; he could not move an inch. A figure descended from the sky, walking step by step through the void. With every step the stranger took, the look of terror on Tuoba Yu’s face intensified, until finally, he was forced to release Lin Rou, his knees buckling as he crashed to the ground!

The man was indeed Qin Ming. Having been out refining his Dao sword, he had learned of the Tongtian Immortal Sect’s peril and rushed back without a second thought. Fortunately, he was in time!

Qin Ming wiped the tears from Lin Rou’s eyes, his heart aching as he looked at her beautiful face, now filled with terror and despair. "Junior sister, it might get a little bloody, don't look."

As he spoke, he pointed a finger at the center of Tuoba Yu’s brow. Black mist surged wildly from Tuoba Yu’s forehead, and a powerful, obsessive will erupted, frantically wrapping around Qin Ming’s finger, attempting to repel the strike. This was the Rootless Seal of the Corpse Yin Sect, condensed from the blessing of the Corpse Yin Ancestor. This was the reason Tuoba Yu’s strength surpassed that of the Central Province’s prince, Ye Chen.

Yet, it was all in vain. The golden light of the Bitter Sea Realm flared, and Tuoba Yu’s body instantly exploded.