251: Chapter 251 Venerable One, Spare My Life

Around the courtyard, those black-robed guards of the Cangming Clan had completely lost the ability to think.

"Monster..."

It was unknown who squeezed these two words out from their throat, the voice dry and hoarse.

Jiang Li stood not far behind Shen Qingyuan. Her small hands, which had been tightly clutching her hem in fear, had unknowingly loosened. Her pair of almond-shaped eyes were as bright as two stars ignited by flames, and she murmured, "Brother Qingyuan is so amazing..."

Xu Jianan's hand gripping his wine gourd also relaxed, a flash of unconcealable eagerness passing through his turbid old eyes.

Although he had long known that the Young Master was unfathomable, seeing two Quasi-Emperor Realm Puppets being blocked with a casual gesture still caused his heart to jolt violently from the visual impact.

Old Turtle hunched his body, a smile spreading across the corners of his mouth.

He knew it; mere Quasi-Emperor Realm Puppets were nothing before the Venerable.

Shen Qingyuan held a Quasi-Emperor Realm Puppet in each hand, as if he were holding two struggling loaches.

The Nether Mystic Snake's tail twisted crazily in his palm, runes flickering all over its body, emitting a harsh hissing sound like metal rubbing against metal, yet it could not break free from the clamp of those five slender fingers no matter what.

The Golden-Winged Peng's wings were locked tightly by an invisible force, unable to even flutter a single feather. The Quasi-Emperor Realm might, which had been as sharp as a sword, now appeared so powerless before Shen Qingyuan.

Cangming Chiguang collapsed beneath the shattered moon gate, his withered fingers digging deeply into the rubble and frozen earth, his knuckles turning white.

He gazed at the two Quasi-Emperor Realm Puppets that had been easily subdued, and the last shred of luck in his mind completely collapsed.

"How... how can such a terrifying existence exist in this world?!"

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse and trembling, carrying a kind of near-collapsing bewilderment.

That strike just now was clearly enough to crush the soul of any Saint King Realm expert, yet this young man caught it with just his two hands, without even releasing any spiritual power fluctuations.

That composure, that casual ease, caused an unprecedented sense of powerlessness to rise in his heart.

The Saint King Old Ancestor on the left struggled to crawl out from the ruins of the courtyard wall, his right arm twisted at a strange angle; evidently, the bones had already broken.

He looked up at the figure in green robes in the center of the courtyard, his throat feeling as if it were blocked by something, unable to squeeze out a single word.

The skinny Saint King Old Ancestor on the right was even more directly collapsed in the pit, his entire body's spiritual power in chaos, lacking even the strength to stand up, with only his turbid eyes trembling in their sockets.

The entire courtyard fell into deathly silence for several breaths.

Then—Cangming Chiguang moved.

This Saint King Peak expert, who had just been high and mighty, loudly proclaiming that he would seize the Lesser Spring-Autumn Secret Realm and crush "Venerable Qingyuan," now seemed to have all his backbone drained away. His knees went weak, and he knelt on the cracked, frozen earth.

"Venerable, spare my life!"

He slammed his forehead heavily against the rubble. Without spiritual power to protect his body, his skin was cut by the coarse stones, leaving trails of blood, but he was completely oblivious, merely pressing his forehead extremely low, so low it was almost as if he wanted to embed it into the ground.

"This old man is blind and offended the Venerable's majesty, and I am willing to accept punishment! I only beg the Venerable to consider that my Cangming Clan has refined Puppets for the Venerable; even if there is no merit, there is still hard work. Please spare the lives of the entire Cangming Clan!"

His voice was hoarse and hurried, carrying the final struggle and plea of a dying man.

Those two Saint King Old Ancestors were stunned for a moment, then immediately scrambled out of the ruins, thumping down on their knees behind Cangming Chiguang, their foreheads also slamming heavily onto the ground, their voices trembling.

"Venerable, spare our lives!"

"We were possessed and offended the Venerable; we only beg the Venerable to show mercy!"

Behind them, those black-robed guards of the Cangming Clan had long since knelt all over the ground, their long blades scattered everywhere; no one dared to point a blade at the figure in the center of the courtyard again.

The entire Cangming Mansion was left with only a suffocating, deathly silence and heavy fear, along with the faint sound of kowtowing coming from amidst the snow and rubble.

Jiang Li blinked her sparkling almond-shaped eyes, looking at the Cangming Clan members kneeling all over the courtyard, then turned her head to look at Shen Qingyuan, her small mouth slightly agape.

A dignified top clan of the Northern Plains was actually this humble.

A group of Saint Realm experts actually appeared so insignificant.

This scene had a huge impact on her young heart.

Shen Qingyuan tucked his hands into his sleeves; the two Quasi-Emperor Realm Puppets he had casually subdued had already quieted down, obediently hovering by his side.

He lowered his head and swept a glance at the Cangming Clan members kneeling all over the courtyard, scoffing, "You are certainly able to bend and stretch."

Cangming Chiguang's forehead remained pressed against the rubble; hearing this, he dared not look up, his voice merely trembling slightly, "Venerable... this old man knows his sins are grave, and only begs the Venerable to give my Cangming Clan a way to survive."

Shen Qingyuan did not immediately reply.

Beside him, Old Turtle rolled his eyes and chuckled, "Venerable, although these people have crooked minds, their skills in refining Puppets are indeed not bad, and their cultivation is also decent. In my opinion, it would be better to put them into the Heaven Profound Secret Realm and let them serve the Venerable in the future."

Cangming Chiguang's heart sank violently upon hearing this.

He was naturally no stranger to the so-called Secret Realm.

Many ancient forces would have their own unique Secret Realms.

It could even be said that the existence of a Secret Realm was the Foundation and heritage of those ancient forces.

And for outsiders, without the owner's permission, entering or exiting a Secret Realm was extremely difficult.

If they, the Cangming Clan, were made to enter the Secret Realm, their lives and deaths would henceforth be in Shen Qingyuan's hands, and they would never have another chance to turn things around.

But what could he say?

He didn't even dare to have the thought of resisting.

The might of that previous move, suppressing three Saint Kings and capturing two Quasi-Emperor Realm Puppets, had completely crushed all his will to resist. At this moment, he only prayed to survive, which would already be a stroke of great fortune.

Shen Qingyuan listened to Old Turtle's words, the corners of his mouth curling slightly, "That is indeed a good idea."

He turned his gaze back, landing on Cangming Chiguang who was kneeling at the very front, "From today on, your Cangming Clan shall be an affiliate of my Shen Family, managing the Secret Realm's spiritual materials and refining Puppets for my Shen Family. Are you willing?"

Cangming Chiguang raised his head, his withered face still stained with blood and stone dust.

He gazed into Shen Qingyuan's calm eyes and felt a chill shoot from his spine straight to the top of his skull. He hurriedly pressed his forehead back down, "This old man is willing to lead the entire Cangming Clan to submit to the Venerable! From now on, we will follow the Venerable's lead and have absolutely no two-hearted intentions!"

Those two Saint King Old Ancestors also hurriedly followed suit and kowtowed, their voices hoarse but resolute, "Absolutely no two-hearted intentions!"

Shen Qingyuan nodded slightly, "Rise."

Only then did the three men, including Cangming Chiguang, dare to straighten up, yet they still stood with their hands hanging down, not daring to even breathe too heavily.

Especially Cangming Chiguang; at this moment, the aura of a Peak Saint King Realm expert that had been all over him was long gone, and he was every bit a terrified old man.

He understood—this young man before him was not some Saint King at all, but an invincible existence within the Quasi-Emperor Realm!

A supreme Venerable!

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