53: Chapter 53 Expulsion from the Ziyang Sect! This sword strike severs the past!

Ziyang Sect, in front of the mountain gate.

Desperate dark clouds shrouded this Sect that had stood for hundreds of years.

As Chu Xiuyuan and Zhao Wuji were dragged away like dead dogs, the remaining eight Black-armored puppets turned around simultaneously, their cold red crystal eyes locking onto the Sect Protection Array below.

"By the Master's command."

"Ziyang Sect: those above Foundation Establishment, kill without mercy."

"Qi Refining Disciples, get out."

The cold, mechanical voice echoed through the heavens and earth.

Boom—!!!

Eight Peak Nascent Soul Stage Puppets struck at the same time.

The Sect Protection Array, capable of withstanding attacks from the Late Nascent Soul Stage, couldn't last even a second under the combined force of eight terrifying punches; it burst instantly like a fragile soap bubble!

"Run!!"

"Devils! They are devils!"

The Ziyang Sect fell into utter chaos.

However, for the Foundation Establishment elites, Golden Core Elders, and Nascent Soul Grand Elders who usually acted with impunity, the nightmare had only just begun.

The Puppets moved like lightning through the crowd. With every strike, a Golden Core or Nascent Soul Cultivator exploded into a mist of blood.

Sect Master Yang Dingtian slumped at the entrance of the main hall, letting out a miserable laugh as he watched the hellish scene before him.

Pfft!

An iron fist descended from the sky, directly smashing him into a pulp.

Not even his Nascent Soul could escape!

In just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Within the Ziyang Sect, not a single living soul above the Foundation Establishment stage remained.

The remaining Qi Refinement Stage Disciples were so terrified they threw down their gear and fled down the mountain, wailing for their parents; the Ziyang Sect... was completely wiped out!

...

Hehuan Sect, Main Hall Square.

Wang Yang was already neatly dressed, sitting on the grand armchair that symbolized the majesty of the Sect Master.

The four stunning beauties—Ye Qingcheng, Su Qingge, Lin Xiaowan, and Liu Ruyan—stood on either side.

Especially Ye Qingcheng.

Now, she had changed into a blood-red dress, holding the liuxi sword. Her beautiful face lacked the usual tenderness she showed before Wang Yang, replaced instead by endless coldness and Killing Intent.

Thump! Thump!

Two muffled thuds.

Two figures, looking like dead dogs, were slammed onto the center of the square.

They were none other than Chu Xiuyuan and Zhao Wuji, beaten half to death.

Wang Yang picked up his teacup, took a light sip, and looked playfully at the trembling man in white on the ground:

"Zhao Wuji?"

"I heard... you're the one who framed my Qingcheng?"

"Come, lift your head."

"Let me see who gave you the courage."

"Zhao Wuji, stop playing dead."

Zhao Wuji trembled all over and struggled to lift his head.

When he saw the stunning woman standing beside Wang Yang, dressed in a red gown like fire and holding the liuxi sword, the fear in his eyes instantly reached its Peak.

"Qing... Qingcheng..."

Zhao Wuji pleaded incoherently:

"I was forced... that bitch Murong Xue forced me!"

"My feelings for you were sincere! I didn't kill you back then because I wanted to spare your life... for the sake of our past relationship, please forgive me!"

"Relationship?"

Ye Qingcheng sneered, her beautiful eyes devoid of any warmth, filled only with bone-chilling coldness:

"Your so-called sincerity was poisoning and framing me?"

"Your so-called sparing of my life was wanting to imprison me?"

"Zhao Wuji, you still won't confess even when death is at your door?"

During the play in the spirit spring at the back mountain just now, she had already broken through to the third level of the Golden Core stage with Wang Yang's help.

At this moment, spiritual power surged around her, and the "The Bright Moon Rises over the Sea" vision flickered behind her, exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure.

"No! Don't kill me! I know the secrets of the Holy Land! I can be a dog for your Hehuan Sect..." Zhao Wuji continued to kowtow frantically.

"Not necessary."

Wang Yang spoke indifferently, then turned his gaze to Elder Chu Xiuyuan, who was secretly trying to gather spiritual power for a counterattack.

"As for you, old thing."

"As an Elder of the Punishment Hall, breaking the law while being its enforcer, you're no good either."

Chu Xiuyuan's face turned hideous as he suddenly lunged: "I'll take you all down with me! Nascent Soul Self-Destruction!!"

Knowing he was doomed, he wanted to drag the entire Hehuan Sect down with him.

However.

Wang Yang simply raised his hand, palm facing him, and suddenly clenched his fingers.

[Domain Power Activated!]

Buzz—!

The space around Chu Xiuyuan instantly solidified, followed by terrifying distortion and collapse.

"No—!!!"

Accompanied by a shrill scream.

This Peak Nascent Soul Stage great Cultivator, along with the Nascent Soul that had expanded halfway inside him, was directly squeezed and crushed by the distorted spatial power!

Pfft!

Only a dazzling mist of blood remained in the air, scattering with the wind.

Instant kill!

In Wang Yang's Domain, he was truly a god!

"Alright, one less fly."

Wang Yang clapped his hands and looked at Ye Qingcheng:

"Wife, I'll leave the remaining piece of trash to you."

Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath and nodded.

She walked toward Zhao Wuji step by step, her Aura climbing with every stride.

She remembered the humiliation of being framed, the fear of being hunted, and the despair of having her cultivation destroyed...

Today, all these Heart Demons would be severed with this single sword strike!

"Zhao Wuji, be a beast in your next life."

"No! Qingcheng! I'm your Senior Brother! Ah—!!"

Shink!

Her red dress fluttered, and the sword light flashed like a clear wash.

A fine head soared into the air and rolled onto the ground, endless terror still lingering in those eyes.

With Zhao Wuji's death.

Ye Qingcheng felt the massive stone that had been weighing on her heart for so long suddenly shatter.

Her thoughts were clear, and her mind was enlightened!

Boom—!

An even more massive Aura erupted from within her body.

The original Bottleneck of the third level of the Golden Core stage was instantly broken through with the support of this mental Breakthrough!

Golden Core Middle Stage (Fourth Level of Golden Core)!

At this moment, Ye Qingcheng, with her red dress fluttering and her long hair flying, was breathtakingly beautiful and impressively strong.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host!]

[Dao Companion Ye Qingcheng has slain her Heart Demons, her thoughts are clear, and her cultivation has broken through to the Golden Core Middle Stage (Fourth Level of Golden Core)!]

[Domain Expansion Mechanism Triggered!]

[Domain Radius Increase: 10 km!]

[Current Domain Radius: 39.05 + 10 + 10 = 59.05 km!]

(The previous play in the spirit spring reaching the Third Level of Golden Core also added 10 km.)

Wang Yang watched this scene, a satisfied smile curling at the corners of his lips.

"Not bad, this is the demeanor of the Head Wife of my Hehuan Sect."

At this point, Ye Qingcheng put away her longsword, the Killing Intent on her body instantly dissipating, replaced by tenderness like water.

She turned around, walked quickly to Wang Yang, and regardless of Su Qingge and the others watching, she threw herself directly into Wang Yang's arms and held him tightly.

"Husband... thank you."

Without Wang Yang, she might have died long ago, let alone personally slaying her enemy and returning to her Peak.

Wang Yang wrapped his hand around her slender waist and smiled mischievously:

"Just saying thank you isn't enough."

Ye Qingcheng looked up, two lines of clear tears on her beautiful face, yet she smiled incredibly charmingly. She stood on her tiptoes, leaned into Wang Yang's ear, and breathed like an orchid:

"Qingcheng knows..."

"Tonight..."

"And... that position you mentioned last time, Husband... Qingcheng will... will also comply."

Wang Yang's eyes went wide as he heard this, feeling the hot blood in his body instantly boil.

"Ahem!"

"System! Get to work!" He suppressed the heat in his heart.

The other eight Puppets had already entered the Domain range with the resources of the Ziyang Sect.

"Recycle everything!"

[Ding! Recycle command confirmed!]

[Recycled Peak Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator (Chu Xiuyuan) legacy: 500,000 points!]

[Recycled Golden Core Late Stage Cultivator (Zhao Wuji) legacy: 80,000 points!]

[Recycled the entire Ziyang Sect (including Sect Master Yang Dingtian and all resources): 800,000 points!]

Wang Yang looked at the once again replenished points, feeling in a great mood.

Thinking about the bonus time tonight, his mood became even better!

(I've been scolded so much these past few days, saying it's too much that he's a Mortal outside the Domain. It seems I need to arrange for Wang Yang to Cultivate.)