Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts-Chapter 271 - The time is almost right.

Above the vast sky, a group of mysterious cultivators suddenly appeared.

Inside the Tianxuan Sect, the disciples were utterly bewildered.

Judging by the spiritual pressure emanating from these cultivators, their cultivation levels were incredibly high! And they had all emerged from a single mountain peak, seemingly harboring deep grudges against the Tianxuan Sect.

Had the Tianxuan Sect been imprisoning these cultivators all along? But when did the sect gain such power?

“Wait... Could that man be Tang Long?”

In Baiquan (Hundred Springs) Plain, an elderly man stared in shock at the elusive figure of one of the cultivators.

“Tang Long? Who is Tang Long?” a disciple beside him asked.

The elder shook his head and said, “Tang Long was a legendary thief from two thousand years ago. From the imperial palaces of the Ten Great Human Dynasties to the Four Sacred Lands and Five Great Sects, there was nothing he didn’t dare to steal.

Because of this, Tang Long was hunted down by the Sacred Lands and sects.

It was said that he was eventually besieged and killed, his soul utterly annihilated.

Everyone thought he had died, yet who could have imagined that he had actually been imprisoned within the Tianxuan Sect?”

“Senior Brother Qin! Is that you, Senior Brother Qin?”

An old Nascent Soul cultivator gazed at the spear-wielding Qin Feng, who was fighting fiercely in the sky, his eyes trembling with emotion and even brimming with tears as he called out.

Qin Feng glanced down at the old man and asked, “How do you know my name? Who are you?”

“Senior Brother Qin Feng! I am Lin Jiang!” The old man’s eyes blurred with emotion. “Have you forgotten me?”

“Lin Jiang... Lin Jiang...” Qin Feng murmured the name repeatedly. It felt so familiar, yet the vast passage of time had clouded his memory.

Lin Jiang continued, “Back then, I was an inner disciple of the Peerless Divine Spear Sect. I once sought your guidance on spear techniques. You told me that if I worked hard, I could at least reach the Nascent Soul realm one day.”

“It’s you...” Qin Feng finally remembered. “You’re still alive?”

“Yes, I am alive! Not just me, but fifty other disciples of the Peerless Divine Spear Sect survived as well. After our sect was destroyed, we rebuilt it from the ground up. And now, the sect leader is none other than your younger brother—Qin Ling.”

Qin Feng’s body trembled, and for the first time in ages, his usually calm voice wavered. “Qin Ling... He is still alive?”

“Yes, Senior Brother.” Lin Jiang nodded repeatedly. “Though the Peerless Divine Spear Sect is not as glorious as it once was, we are steadily growing stronger.”

“Good! Good! Good!”

Qin Feng raised his head and exhaled deeply, as if years of pent-up frustration had suddenly dissipated.

“You have rebuilt the sect, yet I have not given you a proper gift. Let me take Xia He’s head as my congratulatory offering to you!”

With those words, Qin Feng took a step forward, merging with his ordinary-looking spear. Spear energy coiled around him, transforming into a white dragon as he charged toward Xia He.

Besides Qin Feng and Tang Long, several other cultivators who had been imprisoned on Sanshi Peak were gradually being recognized.

A thousand years ago, they were all figures of immense power. Even though many younger generations no longer knew them, the old-timers certainly did.

Xia He watched as Xu Cang and the others charged toward him, knowing that his time had finally come.

Yet, there was no trace of panic in his eyes.

He had spent years preparing for this moment, calculating countless possibilities. How could he not have left himself with a final trump card?

Xia He pulled out a black dagger and looked up at the demonic bull-headed entity hovering above the sky.

“I accept your previous offer,” he said.

“Heh heh heh...” The bull-headed demon let out a deep, eerie chuckle. “You should have done so sooner. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have had to go through so much trouble.”

Xia He plunged the black dagger into his own heart.

A dark aura began spreading from his chest, engulfing the surroundings.

The bull-headed demon withdrew its head into the void.

The rift in the sky—closed.

But in the very next moment, a massive hand suddenly emerged from behind Xia He.

The enormous hand clenched tightly around him!

The black mist from the giant hand seeped into Xia He’s eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.

Xu Cang and the others had just approached when an invisible barrier forcefully repelled them.

“Damn it! Did this bastard sell even his soul?” Xu Cang spat on the ground.

“Old man, what’s going on?” Zhou Wanfeng walked up beside Xu Cang.

Xu Cang frowned. “I don’t know what kind of method Xia He used, but he somehow made a pact with an emperor among the demonic beings. He’s offering up his soul in exchange for their power.”

Hearing this, Zhou Wanfeng scowled at Xu Cang’s words before spitting as well. “Disgusting!”

“Boom!”

A storm of black energy exploded outward, radiating an ominous, demonic aura that forced everyone back.

“Don’t disappoint me.”

A vast, hollow voice echoed from the sky.

As the voice faded, the giant hand also slowly disappeared.

Xia He’s eyes opened.

Black flames engulfed his body, and his eyes were hollow, as if his eyeballs had been dug out.

“Tch.”

Xu Cang clicked his tongue, sensing that things had just gotten much more troublesome.

Even so, he was the first to charge forward. Swinging his sword, he slashed down at Xia He’s head.

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Xia He raised his hand and caught the strike directly.

The mountain behind him split in two under the sheer force of Xu Cang’s sword energy, but Xia He himself remained completely unharmed.

Xu Cang’s brows furrowed.

In the past, how would his opponent have dared to take this attack head-on? His own strength had weakened far too much—he needed time to recover.

“You will all die.”

Xia He sent Xu Cang flying with a single punch.

With just a thought, the Three Great Immortal Weapons of the Tianxuan Sect began orbiting around him.

The weapons resonated with each other, tearing a rift in the white clouds and the sky itself.

A raging black storm swept through the Tianxuan Sect.

“Kill him! He’s summoning the Demon Lord!”

Xu Cang’s shout rang out as he lunged forward again.

Qin Feng and the others didn’t stand idly by either, launching relentless attacks at Xia He.

Everyone understood what it meant if the Demon Lord was successfully summoned.

A Demon Lord’s power was equivalent to that of an Ascension Realm cultivator.

None of them were anywhere near their peak strength. If the Demon Lord descended now, without an Ascension Realm cultivator to hold the line, everything within ten thousand miles would be reduced to nothingness!

But the black mist within Xia He’s body had formed a barrier, keeping all of them at least fifty meters away.

“Heh heh heh... It’s about time I had some fun.”

Once more, that vast, hollow voice echoed from the sky.

A colossal humanoid creature, clad in black armor, gripped the edges of the sky’s rift with its massive hands and began pulling itself through.

“This is bad.”

Zhou Wanfeng’s brows knitted together as she fixed her gaze on the towering figure.

“The time is just about right.”

Just as everyone felt the tide had turned against them—

A soft, melodious female voice gently echoed through the air.