529: Chapter 529 Shen Tianxing, full of anticipation, instead witnessed the annihilation of his entire family.

In the Forbidden Ground of the back mountain, Xuan Jizi sat cross-legged on a bluestone, his eyes closed as he rested his mind.

Mist swirled around him, and the Spiritual Qi was so dense it almost condensed into water.

Hearing footsteps, he opened his eyes and looked at Shen Tianxing. Though those eyes were aged, they remained sharp, as if they could see through everything.

"How did the matter go?"

His voice was old and raspy, sounding as if it came from a great distance.

Shen Tianxing bowed and said, "Reporting to Old Ancestor, everything went smoothly.

Xiao Nianyin killed Master Xuanming, the three Sect Masters of Tianxuan, Tianji, and Tianquan, and hundreds of Righteous Path Disciples.

Now, the entire Righteous Alliance is in chaos.

The Ice Spirit Palace is leaderless, and the Tianxuan, Tianji, and Tianquan Sects are all fighting for power and profit; no one has the spare energy to worry about us."

A glint flashed in Xuan Jizi's eyes, and a hint of a smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

The smile was faint, but Shen Tianxing could see the satisfaction in his heart.

"Good, good, good," Xuan Jizi said three times, his voice full of praise. "The more Xiao Nianyin kills, the less likely the Ascension Hall will let her off.

Once she is dead, our Tianshu Sword Sect will be the strongest Sect in the Lower Realm.

Those small Sects will all have to act according to our whims in the future."

Shen Tianxing nodded. "Old Ancestor is wise. Then our next step..."

Xuan Jizi waved his hand, interrupting him. "Wait. Wait for the Ascension Hall to act.

For the next few days, have the Disciples stay within the mountain gate and not go out.

Do not cause trouble, and do not let complications arise. Wait for news."

Shen Tianxing bowed. "This Disciple understands."

He turned and left the Forbidden Ground, his face wearing a smug smile.

When he returned to the Sect Master Hall, Shen Biyun had already left.

Shen Tianxing sat on his throne and closed his eyes, beginning to imagine the scene of Xiao Nianyin being struck down after the Ascension Hall took action.

He imagined the Hehuan Sect being completely destroyed, Xu Ruyu kneeling and begging for mercy, and Xiao Nianyin's body being reduced to nothing.

He imagined the Tianshu Sword Sect annexing the Ice Spirit Palace, Tianxuan Sect, Tianji Sect, and Tianquan Sect, becoming the sole hegemon of the Lower Realm.

He imagined the Shen family standing at the pinnacle of the Cultivation World, with everyone bowing down at his feet.

A satisfied smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

He had been waiting for this day for a long time.

On the first day, there was no news.

Shen Tianxing sat in the Sect Master Hall, listening to the reports from his scouts.

The scouts said that Xiao Nianyin and Xu Ruyu had disappeared into the deep mountains and old forests near the Tianyan Sect, their whereabouts unknown.

The Sects of the Righteous Alliance were arguing incessantly over the death of their leaders; some wanted revenge, some wanted to elect new leaders, and some were fighting for the leadership positions themselves, creating a chaotic mess.

Several Elders of the Ice Spirit Palace had already come to blows over the position of Palace Master, resulting in several deaths.

Shen Tianxing nodded and waved his hand, dismissing the scout.

He was in no hurry.

It took time for news to reach the Ascension Hall; Xiao Nianyin could not run away.

He picked up his teacup, took a slow sip, and felt completely at ease.

On the second day, there was still no news.

Shen Tianxing's brow furrowed slightly. He sent people to investigate the movements of the Ascension Hall, but those he sent returned saying there was no movement at all.

The deacons of the Ascension Hall were coming and going as usual, without any abnormal behavior.

Shen Tianxing felt a bit uneasy, but he told himself that the Ascension Hall always acted with caution and would not strike lightly.

Wait a bit longer.

Perhaps the Presiding Lord of the Ascension Hall was away, or perhaps they were still discussing their strategy.

The third day, the fourth day, the fifth day...

For seven consecutive days, there was no news.

Shen Tianxing could no longer sit still.

His brow was tightly knit, and his fingers no longer tapped the armrest but were instead clenched into fists.

He paced back and forth in the hall, his steps becoming faster and heavier.

Batch after batch of people he sent to gather information returned, all saying the Ascension Hall showed no movement.

On the eighth day, he personally went to the Forbidden Ground in the back mountain to find Xuan Jizi.

"Old Ancestor, why is there still no movement from the Ascension Hall? Could it be that they won't involve themselves in this matter?"

Shen Tianxing's voice carried a hint of anxiety.

Xuan Jizi kept his eyes closed, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke slowly.

His voice was still aged, but it held a trace of uncertainty. "That shouldn't be. A True Immortal Realm killing people in the Lower Realm is a violation of the Heavenly Laws; it's impossible for the Ascension Hall to ignore it. Wait a bit longer."

Shen Tianxing nodded and turned to leave.

But the unease in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

The ninth day, the tenth day...

Half a month passed.

Shen Tianxing was almost in despair. He sat in the Sect Master Hall, his face as dark as water.

He sent out batch after batch of people, and the news they brought back was always the same—no movement from the Ascension Hall.

Xiao Nianyin and Xu Ruyu had also vanished, their hiding place unknown.

The Sects of the Righteous Alliance were still engaged in internal strife, with no one caring about revenge.

"Does the Ascension Hall really not care?"

Shen Tianxing murmured, his voice full of resentment.

Just then, a Disciple came stumbling into the hall, kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, his voice distorted.

"Sect... Sect Master, something terrible has happened!

Outside the mountain gate... a group of masked men has arrived outside the mountain gate!"

Shen Tianxing surged to his feet, his face turning deathly pale in an instant.

An unprecedented fear welled up in his heart, rising from his depths and spreading to his limbs, leaving him cold all over.

"Masked men? Where did masked men come from?" His voice was shaking.

The Disciple knelt on the ground, kowtowing like a pestle in a mortar. "I... I don't know. They suddenly appeared outside the mountain gate, each with a terrifying aura, at least at the Saint Realm Peak.

They... they started killing without a word.

More than a dozen Disciples guarding the mountain have already died!"

Shen Tianxing's mind went blank.

He stumbled out of the hall and arrived at the mountain gate.

Outside the mountain gate, dozens of masked men stood in a dense black mass.

They wore black night-suits and black cloth over their faces, revealing only pairs of cold eyes.

Under the moonlight, those eyes were like ghost fires, flickering with an eerie light.

Their auras were powerful and sharp, almost tangible, making it hard for people to breathe.

The air seemed to have frozen; even the wind did not dare to blow.

At their head was a tall man standing with his arms crossed, his gaze sweeping over the people of the Tianshu Sword Sect as a cold sneer curled on his lips.

In that smile, there was no anger or hatred, only a high-and-mighty contempt, as if in his eyes, the people of the Tianshu Sword Sect were nothing more than a swarm of ants.