54: Chapter 54

Old Ghost Wanxue was being patted on the head repeatedly, yet he had to force a smile that looked worse than crying to play along.

This scene, falling into the eyes of the crowd below, caused a shock no less than when he had just crushed the sun.

That was a Saint who practiced Demonic Techniques, someone who usually killed without blinking, yet right now he was behaving incredibly obediently.

In the crowd, the originally deathly silent atmosphere quietly began to shift.

In the gathering area where Loose Cultivators and small factions were unwilling to leave, several figures looked at each other, their breathing rapid.

This was an Opportunity.

With a contemporary Great Emperor holding the line, those high-and-mighty overlord forces were currently being suppressed so hard they couldn't even lift their heads.

If they could borrow the influence of this Emperor Yun, perhaps they, as Loose Cultivators, could also get a piece of the pie.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Three streaks of light gathered their courage and flew out from the Loose Cultivator camp, landing a hundred zhang in front of the wanbao treasure ship.

Two men and one woman; judging by their bone age, they were around five hundred years old, yet they already possessed the cultivation of the First Sky of the Sendai Realm.

Among Loose Cultivators, this kind of talent was considered top-tier, and they were known as the Three Immortals of Yunmeng.

The leading woman was named Fairy Yumeng, dressed in colorful clothes, and possessed a fair amount of beauty.

She took a deep breath and suddenly knelt toward Lu Chen, her forehead touching the ground.

"We beg Emperor Yun Tian to uphold justice for the Cultivators of the world!"

This shout, infused with spiritual energy, echoed outside the deathly silent canyon.

The other two men, Tian Yuanzi and Di Xuanzi, also followed suit and knelt heavily, echoing loudly:

"These three Great Holy Lands have monopolized the entrance to the Secret Realm, treating us Loose Cultivators and small factions like weeds! We implore Emperor Yun Tian to preside over justice!"

The bodies of Old Ghost Wanxue and Perfected Purple Thunder, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, instantly stiffened.

Lu Chen withdrew his hand from patting Old Ghost Wanxue's head. He didn't speak, but merely lowered his eyelids somewhat lazily, looking at the three people who had suddenly appeared below.

Seeing that Lu Chen did not directly drive them away, Fairy Yumeng grew even bolder.

She straightened her body and pointed at the Holy Land war banners blocking the canyon, her voice full of fury:

"The Azure Emperors Secret Realm is an ownerless object. Since it has appeared, it is an Opportunity for everyone in the world! On what basis can these major forces monopolize it while we can only stay outside and whistle for it?"

"This is unfair!"

"It's true that the world of cultivation is governed by the law of the jungle, but they cannot cut off everyone's path! They are destroying the hope of all Cultivators in the world!"

Fairy Yumeng spoke with increasing agitation, her pretty face flushed red and her voice shrill.

These words caused the long-suppressed anger in the hearts of the tens of thousands of Loose Cultivators and Disciples of small factions below to explode.

"Right! Why won't they let us in!"

"We also seek longevity!"

"Please, Emperor Yun Tian, uphold justice!"

"Please, Emperor Yun Tian, uphold justice!!"

The shouts converged into a wave of sound, rising higher and higher, until even the clouds above the canyon began to dissipate from the vibration.

They were using the name of righteousness to force Lu Chen to take a stance.

Standing behind Lu Chen, Lin Bufan watched with clenched fists and couldn't help but whisper:

"Grandmaster, these Holy Lands are indeed too overbearing. Should we..."

Shen Mengyao also had a face full of sympathy.

Only Leng Qingqiu, holding her sword, looked at the fanatical crowd below with an expressionless face and let out an extremely faint sneer.

The five Saints—Old Ghost Wanxue, Daoist Minggu, Perfected Purple Thunder, Lei Xuzi, and Heavenly Crone Ziyou—were breaking out in cold sweat.

It's over.

If this Great Emperor decided to use this as a pretext to slaughter them old fellows as a sacrifice to the banners just to win over the people, they would truly have nowhere to complain.

"Open it! Withdraw immediately!"

Perfected Purple Thunder reacted the fastest, shouting at the top of his lungs, his voice even changing pitch:

"Zixiao and Purple Mansion, hear my command! Remove the lightning net! Let them through! Let everyone through!"

In the blink of an eye, the originally rock-solid blockade disintegrated instantly under the nearly frantic orders of the five Saints.

The entrance to the canyon that had blocked everyone for so long was finally exposed without any obstruction before everyone.

The crowd erupted in earth-shattering cheers.

Fairy Yumeng stood up, the pride of a victor hanging on her face.

She turned her head to look at those Saints who were usually unattainable; at this moment, they didn't have even a shred of majesty left.

A sense of pleasure filled her chest.

This was borrowing influence.

As long as one brought out the banner of righteousness, even Saints would have to bow their heads before her.

"Hmph, a bunch of bullies who fear the strong and oppress the weak."

Fairy Yumeng tidied her clothes, tilted her chin up, and spoke with cold sarcasm to Old Ghost Wanxue, Daoist Minggu, Perfected Purple Thunder, Lei Xuzi, and Heavenly Crone Ziyou:

"Weren't you quite impressive just now? Didn't you want to clear the area? Why don't you even dare to let out a fart in front of Emperor Yun Tian? Remember, those who commit many injustices will surely bring about their own destruction!"

Old Ghost Wanxue, Daoist Minggu, Perfected Purple Thunder, Lei Xuzi, and Heavenly Crone Ziyou were so angry their faces twitched and their knuckles turned white, yet they didn't dare to retort a single word.

"Cultivation is itself a Heaven-Defying act. Opportunities belong to the virtuous and are obtained by the capable!"

Fairy Yumeng turned around as if she were the leader of this victory:

"If Emperor Yun Tian weren't here today, how much longer would these sycophants continue to act so high and mighty!"

After speaking, she turned again and bowed deeply toward the wanbao treasure ship, her face carrying a hint of self-satisfaction:

"Thank you, Great Emperor, for making this possible! We Loose Cultivators will surely remember the Great Emperor's kindness!"

She didn't even ask Lu Chen a single question.

In her view, being revered by the masses and enjoying this kind of feeling was something no great powerhouse would refuse.

However.

There was no response from the deck.

The wind blew, lifting a corner of Lu Chen's black robe.

Lu Chen had one hand in his pocket while the other held a wine gourd, tilting his head back to take a swig.

The spicy liquor entered his throat.

"Hey, you."

Lu Chen put down the gourd, casually wiped the wine stains from his chin, and said in a flat voice without any inflection: "Did I tell you that you could go in?"

The cheering stopped abruptly.

The smile on Fairy Yumeng's face froze. Maintaining her bowing posture, she looked up blankly:

"What does the Great Emperor mean? Those Saints have already..."

"Whether they open the door or not is none of my damn business."

Lu Chen interrupted her.

He took a step forward, looking down at Fairy Yumeng from above.

"Also, don't try to flatter me; I don't fall for that crap."

Fairy Yumeng was stunned:

"But... but you are a Great Emperor! You are the guardian deity of the Human Race. Shouldn't you uphold justice for us weaklings?"

"Justice?"

Lu Chen smiled.

He extended a finger and pointed at the Saints below.

"You just said that Opportunities are obtained by the capable?"

Fairy Yumeng nodded subconsciously: "Exactly!"

"Then that's that."

Lu Chen spread his hands, his tone matter-of-fact:

"They are stronger than you, and their fists are bigger than yours, so they block the entrance and monopolize the Secret Realm. This is their capability. It's perfectly reasonable; the logic holds up."

The entire place fell into a deathly silence.

No one expected that this Great Emperor, who had just awed the entire field, would actually say such a thing.

"I suppressed them because I am stronger than them, so I can enter."

Lu Chen pointed at himself, then pointed at Fairy Yumeng:

"Now you want to enter. Either you be stronger than them, or they agree to it. What use is there in begging me? I'm not your father."

Fairy Yumeng's face instantly turned deathly pale, her lips trembling:

"How can you say that... we are all Cultivators of the Human Race..."

"Don't try to play the moral kidnapping card with me."

Lu Chen's voice turned cold, and the surrounding temperature plummeted.

"I have no obligation to help you. If you became a Saint and possessed the power to blockade this place, would you let tens of thousands of beggars who are competing with you for food come in?"

Fairy Yumeng opened her mouth but could not make a sound.

Would she?

Of course not. She would only do things more ruthlessly than these five major forces.

Lu Chen looked at the faces below, filled with shock and disappointment—some even carried a trace of malice—and shook his head.

Just now, because he had unintentionally awed the Saints, these people had treated him like a savior.

Now that he wasn't cooperating with their performance, they were probably already cursing him as a tyrant in their hearts.

"I came here to bring my Disciples for experience, not to be a saintly martyr."

Lu Chen turned around, no longer sparing the Loose Cultivators a single glance, leaving everyone with only an indifferent view of his back.

"Remember one thing."

"Since you're already cultivating, don't bet your hopes on people stronger than you. It's better to hold your fate in your own hands! If you want to eat meat, go grab it yourself. Begging me? Sorry, I don't do that."

These words made Fairy Yumeng's body go limp, and she slumped to the ground.

The five Saint Elders—Old Ghost Wanxue, Daoist Minggu, Perfected Purple Thunder, Lei Xuzi, and Heavenly Crone Ziyou—looked at each other, and then an unmaskable joy appeared in their eyes.

They were incredibly happy in their hearts. This Emperor Yun wasn't pretentious or hypocritical! He did what needed to be done; he was a normal big shot!

This lord's meaning was very clear.

He wouldn't interfere!

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