Floating Immortal Order-Chapter 205: Title... Soul Suppressor!

Chapter 205: Title… Soul Suppressor!

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During the struggle to the death at the depths of his mind, only a few breaths of time had passed in the Luminous Cloud Abyss. Spirit Controlling Primordial Lord landed in front of Xu Disheng, a hint of avarice hidden deep in his gaze.

Spirit Controlling Primordial Lord moved the power of his primordial spirit and scanned Xu Disheng’s body repeatedly. When he didn’t sense the aura of any Profound Treasure, doubt appeared in his heart. But he didn’t openly reveal it and declared indifferently, “Xu Disheng of Mingxin Mountain Range’s Morning Dew Peak, you are charged with violation of sect rules by slaughtering fellow disciples of the sect. Today, I will bring you back to my domain to carry out your punishment. Other disciples, take this as an example and be warned.”

Spirit Controlling Primordial Lord began to wave his sleeves to take Xu Disheng away. At that moment, Xu Disheng felt a sense of life-threatening danger rise within him. With a thought, he surrounded himself with a shroud of pale yellow profound light, then activated the Black Sky Yellow Earth Pagoda in his sea of consciousness to make his escape.

“Wait!”

A massive tear in space suddenly appeared in the Luminous Cloud Abyss, the externally manifested Secret Realm at the center of countless peoples’ attention.

A handsome black-robed youth riding a qilin spiritual beast appeared through the manipulated space.

“Chen Xunming?” Someone cried out, recognizing the black-robed youth.

“What is he doing here?”

“He’s an unrivaled Rank 3 Spiritual Root genius of the Chen Clan who cultivated to the half-step Primordial Spirit stage within 100 years!”

“That’s Chen Xunming, the Peak Master of Clearheart Peak!”

“Clearheart Peak is an extremely special peak in the Shangqing Mountain Range. The Peak oversees all matters regarding the title of Sacred Son across all Shangqing Eight Mountains, and is directly subordinate to Realm Master Kunxu. But for Peak Master Chen Xunming to come here personally…” A rather quick-witted person muttered, a glint of light flashing in his gaze as he watched the ever-changing situation, not daring to jump to any rash conclusions.

… …

Spirit Controlling Primordial Lord turned to look at the black-robed youth. Brows furrowing, he asked, “Peak Master Chen, what have you come for?”

Chen Xunming’s gaze was calm as he met Spirit Controlling Primordial Lord’s gaze. He didn’t even get off his qilin spiritual beast. He simply flicked the sleeves of his black robe and said flatly, “I’m afraid you won’t be able to act against this youth, Spirit Controlling Primordial Lord.”

The Primordial Lords all descended to the ground. The gazes of the few hundred Divine Core stage Spirit Masters, the tens of thousands of people atop their cloud seats, and the countless people of the Shangqing Eight Mountains were all watching this scene unfold.

Spirit Controlling Primordial Lord didn’t flare up in anger. A hint of a sneer appeared on his face as he said, “You may be the Peak Master of Clearheart Peak, but even though you are directly subordinate to the authority ruling over the Yuluo Realm, you wouldn’t be able to stop me from punishing a disciple that violated sect rules, would you?”

Chen Xunming shook his head. He looked down and took out a golden scroll from his sleeves, then activated it.

The golden scroll unfurled and floated into the air, releasing countless brilliant rays of light. It drifted over to Xu Disheng, stopping above his head. Two words appeared on the scroll.

Soul Suppressor!

Chen Xunming watched as the golden scroll transformed into a white and golden robe that draped itself over Xu Disheng’s shoulders. When he spoke, his voice reverberated powerfully throughout the entire Luminous Cloud Abyss. “Hear the command of Yuluo Realm Master Kunxu.”

When these words reached everyone’s ears, every single person watching, regardless of their expression, lowered their heads slightly in respect.

Even Spirit Controlling Primordial Lord, who could tell that things were not quite going according to plan, angrily flicked his sleeves and also lowered his head.

“The special nomination for the title of Sacred Son raised by Celestial Tide Spirit Master and Primordial Lord Yangze of the Mingxin Mountain Range has passed.”

“Xu Disheng of Mingxin Mountain Range is hereby awarded the title of Soul Suppressor Sacred Son by Chen Xunming, the Peak Master of Clearheart Peak.”

Countless people suddenly looked up, revealing expressions of shock and incredulity!

A deafening uproar erupted as everyone began to shout at once!

Spirit Controlling Primordial Lord’s expression turned gloomy. He lifted his head and said coldly, “Even if he is a Sacred Son, he still violated the rules of the sect! I… have conclusive evidence!”

Chen Xunming cast him an inexplicable glance and said, “Any matters regarding Sacred Sons of the sect must go through the due process. The way I see it through my own investigations, this matter was instigated by Zhao Leshan of Ghost Controlling Peak and his ambush on Xu Disheng. Now that Xu Disheng possesses the identity of Sacred Son, his act of revenge, while drastic, is nothing worth pursuing.”

Zhao Leshan’s ambush on Xu Disheng in the Zhao Realm took precedence. This fact was already widely known amongst the Divine Core stage Spirit Masters.

But it still wasn’t an excuse for him to slaughter fellow disciples of the sect in the Zhao Realm.

However, if he had the title of Sacred Son, an excuse that might have been useless for any ordinary disciple… would be enough to absolve him of all crimes!

Not to mention Celestial Tide Spirit Master, even Primordial Lord Yangze never expected this special nomination for Sacred Son to actually come to fruition!

The Mountain Masters of every Mountain Range often made special nominations for the title of Sacred Son, but only a scant few had actually received the title.

The Yuluo Realm jointly governed all Eight Mountains of the Shangqing Sacred Sect. There were three half-step Clone Avatar stage Realm Masters. Primordial Lord Qingfu was in charge of the Mountain Masters of the Eight Mountains, while Exquisite Jade Primordial Lord presided over the Primordial Spirit stage beings of the sect. Primordial Lord Kunxu had the final verdict over the audit and conferral of the title of Sacred Son, and also was the ancestor of Clearheart Peak’s Chen Clan.

“Soul Suppressor Sacred Son, come with me to Clearheart Peak at once,” Chen Xunming said, turning away from the ashen-faced Spirit Controlling Primordial Lord. He urged his qilin spiritual beast into the air, where it glowed with rays of light in sunset hues.

By this point, Xu Disheng had already recovered a majority of his profound qi thanks to the golden scroll that had transformed into a robe. The white and gold robe was a peak Psychic Magic Treasure, and had mystical effects!

He gazed deeply at Spirit Controlling Primordial Lord, his expression hidden deep in his eyes. After bowing to Primordial Lord Yangze and Celestial Tide Spirit Master, he followed after Chen Xunming.

“Soul Suppressor Sacred Son!”

“Xu Disheng actually received the title for Sacred Son through special nomination!”

“I heard that the requirements for a special Sacred Son were extremely strict. Either their comprehension or talent has to be at an unparalleled level for them to be selected.”

“Primordial Lord Yangze had actually nominated him a long time ago!”

“When Xu Disheng first participated in the tournament, he was just an ordinary Sea of Qi stage disciple. But now, he’s risen to become a Dao Foundation stage Sacred Son. His meteoric rise can’t be stopped!”

“What a dazzling display. Even Zhang Yangui, who is about to be given the title of Sacred Son, dwarfs in comparison.”

“The Dao Foundation division of the Eight Mountains Grand Tournament hasn’t begun yet, but I can’t help but feel like it’ll be dull in comparison,” someone said, letting out a sigh as he watched the Primordial Lords leave one after the other.

“Soul Suppressor Sacred Son… what an apt name! It fits his secret ghost Dao technique very well!”

… …

Countless of the Shan Mountain Territory cultivators were leaving the Luminous Cloud Abyss one after the other, making for an extremely rare scene where they didn’t stay to watch the Dao Foundation division of the tournament that would be taking place shortly after.

In just a short time, so many unforeseen developments had occurred.

A reincarnated deity from the Heavenly Court appeared in the Ancient Nuwa Sect. In awakening a portion of her memories, a Dao Foundation stage cultivator managed to block the attack of a Primordial Lord! ｂｅ𝚍ｎｏ𝚟𝚎ｌ.𝚌𝚘ｍ

There was also conflict between two Primordial Lords of the Shangqing Sacred Sect. They had shed all pretense of cordiality and had a disagreement right in front of all the fellow cultivators from the Shan Mountain territory!

Spirit Controlling Primordial Lord tried to capture a trifling early Dao Foundation stage disciple, but he managed to resist for two full breaths of time!

Chun Xunming, the Peak Master of Clearheart Peak, appeared at that moment and granted that disciple the title of Soul Suppressor Sacred Son!

With all of these events happening in rapid succession, many of the sects and influences felt like there would be nothing interesting worth watching after that and had begun to leave one after the other.

However…

Zhang Yangui, the real 1st place contestant of the Sea of Qi division, hadn’t even been conferred his title of Sacred Son yet, but the attention of all of the sects of the Shan Mountain Territory had already turned to another newly risen genius.

Mingxin Mountain Range, Soul Suppressor Sacred Son.

… …

Cloud Abyss Peak towered majestically at the center of the Mingxin Mountain Range. It wasn’t far from Mingxin Peak, and took up a vast area.

Chu Luo’s brows were furrowed. He reprimanded coldly, “Idiot! I told you to buy some agreeable looking maids! Why are the ones you bought all so ugly?!”

Ma Chen lowered his head ingratiatingly, not daring to speak up against him.

These women couldn’t be considered remarkably beautiful, but they were still elegant and graceful. It was just that since his childhood, Chu Luo was too used to seeing beautiful women, and his standards were higher than most ordinary people.

Seeing Ma Chen still lowering his head, Chu Luo’s tone eased up a bit. “The Sacred Son has just been granted a Mountain Peak and is searching for maids and disciples to join his ranks. It is a tremendous honor to receive the Sacred Son’s favor, so we must do our best with every matter.”

Ma Chen raised his head, his expression looking afflicted. “The Sacred Son has given us a lot of spirit stones, but Sea of Qi stage maids that are still virgins are very rare, Senior Martial Brother Chu. Even if we have the money, there aren’t a lot of places to buy maids like that. Junior Martial Brother Liu and I looked through all of the marketplaces in the Mingxin Mountain Range, but these are all we could buy.”

“Are you both morons? The two of you can’t go to other Mountain Ranges or something?” Chu Luo said, growing angry at their lack of ability to meet expectations.

As the two of them were talking, several people on flying sword Spirit Tools landed nearby. A mocking voice rang out shortly after. “Junior Martial Brother Chu, what are you doing here? You have to be careful what example you make for others when you discipline your subordinates. If any other of our martial brothers or sisters see, they’ll think that our Cloud Abyss Peak is subpar and we’ll lose face for the Sacred Son!”

Chu Luo’s expression turned unsightly. He responded coldly, “It’s none of your business, Senior Martial Brother Yuan.”

The few disciples behind Yuan Qi were loudly poking fun at Chu Luo and Ma Chen, making light of them.

“These women aren’t bad though,” Yuan Qi said, acting as if he had just seen the Sea of Qi stage maids. He examined them closely, his gaze wandering wantonly up and down their bodies. A hint of obscenity appeared in his gaze. “Last time, the Sacred Son told you to purchase some subordinates to serve the Peak. Don’t tell me these are the maids you bought?”

“That’s right,” Chu Luo said. Inwardly, he was resentful of a petty person like Yuan Qi who only played up to those in power, but he didn’t let it show on his face. “What, you want to bring some of them away, Senior Martial Brother Yuan?”

Still looking at the women, a hint of pity appeared in Yuan Qi’s eyes. “On Cloud Abyss Peak, the Sacred Son is above all. I don’t dare to defile the Sacred Son’s maids, but…”

Chu Luo had a bad feeling. “But what?” he asked.

“But I clearly remember that the Sacred Son had given you 10,000 spirit stones to buy subordinates for the Peak. Don’t tell me these few people cost 10,000 spirit stones?” Yuan Qi said. His expression turned dark, but it wasn’t obvious if it was fake or not. “You guys dare to embezzle the Sacred Son’s spirit stones?!”

Behind Chu Luo, Ma Chen’s face turned red. He came forward impatiently and said, “We didn’t—”

Before he could finish, Yuan Qi gave him a ruthless slap empowered with profound qi, sending Ma Chen flying several meters away. He spat out a mouthful of blood, unable to speak further.

“Who the hell do you think you are? You think you can just interrupt when Junior Martial Brother Chu is speaking?” Yuan Qi said, lowering his palm with a dark expression.

Chu Luo went over and helped get Ma Chen to his feet, then gave him a medicinal pill to recover. After giving Yuan Qi a cold glare, he took the maids with him and left.

The other disciples with Yuan Qi didn’t try to stop him. They simply laughed and mocked Chu Luo and Ma Chen as they left.

These several disciples were originally disciples from Morning Dew Peak. Because they had seniority and listened well to orders, they were immediately allowed to join Cloud Abyss Peak and were given positions as Deacons and officials. From day to day, their greatest pleasure was pushing around Chu Luo and other disciples who had lower cultivations than them. Even if they weren’t doing anything, they would still find a bone to pick with them nonetheless.