I Shall Be Everlasting In the World of Immortals 439

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## Chapter 433: Awakening of the Beast King, War Begins

“Good!”

Hearing Lu Changan’s reply, Elder Wan He secretly rejoiced.

Once this fellow participated in the gambling battle, he would disregard any cost, sacrifice his lifespan, unleash his secret technique, and temporarily reach the mid-Nascent Soul stage.

Coupled with that unexpected assassination, there was a high chance of eliminating Lu Changan.

The vice leader of Wu Jian Men’s spiked treasure could damage the soul. Unless Lu Changan possessed the foundation of a True Monarch like Qing Mu, he might not even be able to achieve Nascent Soul Egress.

“…”

Lu Changan stepped onto the battlement but stopped there, not stepping out of the formation’s range.

“What is the meaning of this, Lu True Monarch? I’ve shown such good faith, yet you dare not come out and fight, settle our personal grievances?”

Looking at the hesitant Lu Changan, Elder Wan He cursed under his breath, calling him a turtle.

“Elder Wan He, could you please rephrase the previous sentence?”

Lu Changan said with a smile.

“If you still dare not fight under these circumstances, I’ll call you ‘Turtle True Monarch’ in front of everyone from now on.”

“Good!”

Lu Changan decisively agreed, taking a step back and completely returning within the city wall formation.

“You — ”

Elder Wan He’s eyebrows twitched, his face turned ugly, and his hoarse, trembling voice betrayed a hint of exasperation.

He was unsure, had Lu Changan seen through him?

This shouldn’t be possible.

This plan wasn’t conceived on a whim. It was driven by the leader of the Beast King Valley behind the scenes. They had spent a lot of favors to invite the vice leader of Wu Jian Men.

Even the three Magic Path True Monarchs behind him didn’t know the specifics.

“Lu Turtle, you dare not even face an elderly, declining cultivator of the same stage. You shall bear the name of Turtle for the rest of your life!”

The angered Elder Wan He shouted curses.

“Old geezer, you only have a hundred years left to live. How can your life be as precious as this True Monarch’s?”

“Old fart, you want to die together? If you damage this True Monarch’s hairstyle, it would be a complete waste!”

Lu Changan waved his hand, his tone bored.

Elder Wan He’s face turned green, his chest rose and fell, almost exploding from anger.

He had never seen a cultivator of the same generation who valued their life so much and was so unapologetic about it.

Yin Yuanhai looked at Lu Changan beside him with a constipated expression.

On the fort, the cultivators of the Dao Protection Alliance watched Elder Wan He retreat while grumbling.

At the same time.

The sensing formation within their territory triggered an alert.

Lu Changan noticed the shadows of the surrounding plants, stones, and even the city wall changing subtly. It soon spread to a hundred miles away.

The change was subtle, and he only noticed it because he was on guard.

“As expected! That old geezer is playing dirty.”

Lu Changan scoffed inwardly.

In his previous divination, he had sensed an uncertain crisis.

He also remembered the “Li Huo Upper Person’s” fate from years ago, which made him naturally vigilant.

With this stealth ability that could bypass his senses, he could only think of Wu Jian Men.

Moreover, it was most likely a mid-Nascent Soul expert from Wu Jian Men, whose divine awareness surpassed Lu Changan’s in this state.

The Peacock Holy Maiden knelt on the ground, her tear stains still fresh. She glanced at her grandfather’s direction as he retreated helplessly, feeling relieved.

“Pei Nu, you really think your grandfather values you that much?”

Lu Changan’s eyes filled with pity as he looked at her.

“In the gambling battle just now, you were just a smokescreen, a sacrifice. A Nascent Soul cultivator from Wu Jian Men was lurking in the shadows, trying to assassinate me.”

“If this True Monarch had perished, do you think you would still have a chance to survive?”

Upon hearing Lu Changan reveal the truth.

Pei Shu Yuan’s heart turned cold, and at the same time, she felt the icy killing intent from Xia Xianzi.

Earlier, the sensing formation had reacted. Based on her understanding of the Magic Path and her grandfather, Lu Changan’s words were most likely true.

Indeed.

A granddaughter who had lost the potential to advance to Nascent Soul was no longer as valuable in Elder Wan He’s eyes as before.

Elder Wan He’s goal was to have Lu Changan die, even if it meant sacrificing his once most beloved granddaughter.

“A Nascent Soul assassin from Wu Jian Men came?”

Yin Yuanhai’s face turned stern, feeling a sense of fear.

He had previously thought Lu Changan was too cowardly, overly cautious. Even with an advantage, he didn’t dare to engage in battle.

Now, he understood why Lu Changan, a mere loose cultivator, possessed secrets and could remain in the cultivation world for hundreds of years, becoming the second most important figure in the Dao Protection Alliance.

Lu Changan didn’t tell Yin Yuanhai that the lurking assassin was probably a mid-Nascent Soul giant.

“It seems I’ve entered the sight of the leading figures of the six Magic Path sects, drawing their attention.”

Lu Changan pondered.

It was his status as a fourth-stage divination master, his ability to avoid misfortune and attract good fortune, that allowed him to escape the killing scheme of the Magic Path.

Lu Changan’s mind recalled information related to Wu Jian Men.

Wu Jian Men had two mid-Nascent Soul cultivators. This time, it was likely the newly promoted vice leader who had only been in that position for a hundred years.

In a direct fight, this individual posed limited threat to Lu Changan, less than other mid-Nascent Soul cultivators.

This was because Wu Jian Men’s cultivation techniques emphasized stealth and assassination. They were inferior to their peers in terms of direct combat and head-on confrontation.

“The six Magic Path sects are conquering the Eastern Regions, and they need to maintain stability in their occupied territories behind the front lines.”

“The Dao Protection Alliance battlefield can temporarily accommodate a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator from Wu Jian Men, which is already very rare and unlikely to be permanent. After all, this place isn’t Wu Jian Men’s territory.”

Lu Changan estimated that Beast King Valley had to pay a considerable price to call upon this kind of expert.

This level of existence was reserved for dealing with formidable figures and high-threat targets, like the Qing Mu True Monarch back then.

Lu Changan’s previous performance had just barely qualified him for this.

“Yin Daoist, Wen Yue, it’s best if you two don’t leave the fort city alone in the near future.”

Out of caution, Lu Changan reminded the two beside him.

Actually, within the same cultivation stage, it was easy for a mid-Nascent Soul to defeat an early-stage one. However, killing them was quite difficult and required some effort.

Every veteran early-stage Nascent Soul had their trump card for survival and escape techniques, enough to sustain them for some time.

Even if they faced a grand Nascent Soul cultivator, veteran early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators could use their last resort techniques to survive and put up a fight against a direct attack, preventing instant annihilation.

After all, every Nascent Soul True Monarch was a towering figure at the top of the cultivation world, each with extraordinary fortune and not easily acquired.

On the battlefield front lines, due to the presence of the sensing formation, using Nascent Soul power would easily expose one’s location. Nearby friendly Nascent Soul cultivators could provide swift support.

As long as there were two early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators nearby working together, a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator, while still having an advantage and being able to retreat freely, would find it difficult to kill.

“This concubine understands.”

Xia Xianzi nodded, knowing about the mid-Nascent Soul cultivator from Wu Jian Men who had been there, after receiving Lu Changan’s telepathic message.

“Lu True Monarch’s words are wise. It’s better to be cautious.”

Yin Yuanhai thought to himself, he couldn’t defeat most of those Magic Path Nascent Soul cultivators.

He’d better follow Lu Changan’s advice, even if it was cowardly, at least his life would be safe.

“This time, my husband publicly humiliated the Peacock Holy Maiden, angering the Beast King Valley. The purpose has been achieved. What are you going to do with her next?”

Xia Wen Yue’s gaze shifted, landing on the kneeling Peacock Holy Maiden.

“The strategic goal has been partially achieved, but this woman might still be useful later.”

Lu Changan pondered.

He could tell that Xia Xianzi was somewhat reluctant about publicly humiliating the Peacock Holy Maiden earlier.

“My husband has already humiliated her. If she wants revenge, it’s better to execute her sooner rather than later. Keeping her around is just another variable and potential danger.”

Xia Wen Yue looked directly at Lu Changan, suggesting.

“Killing her is too wasteful. We can take her back to the headquarters as a hostage.”

Yin Yuanhai instinctively shook his head, looking at Pei Nu, who was dressed in a bridal robe, a beauty of a nation.

“From now on, this woman will be a normal servant, not publicly displayed. Pei Nu isn’t my private servant, but also Wen Yue’s maid.”

Lu Changan looked at Xia Wen Yue, seeking her consent.

He had no choice. Xia Xianzi had reached Nascent Soul, equal to him in status, and her position was different. She had the right to question him.

Lu Changan’s “Dragon Phoenix Double Cauldron Technique” heavily relied on Xia Xianzi, making up for the lack of follow-up techniques in the “Evergreen Technique.”

During their daily discussions, Xia Xianzi, apart from being a bit conservative, was still very obedient and cooperative.

She wasn’t an NPC, and she didn’t lack her own opinions or independence.

Lu Changan had to respect her views.

“Good.”

Xia Xianzi felt a sense of relief, a smile appearing on her face.

Pei Shu Yuan knelt on the ground, feeling relieved, but at the same time, her heart grew even more desolate.

She had never imagined that the person who would plead for her, who would give her some semblance of dignity, would be Lu Changan’s woman.

Several days later.

News of the Peacock Holy Maiden being humiliated and publicly enslaved spread to the rear of the Beast King Valley camp.

The Beast King Valley cultivators were shocked and furious.

This situation was like a major country being invaded, and its noble princess was captured and publicly humiliated by a small barbarian nation.

It was always them bullying the small barbarian nation, but now it was the other way around! How could they tolerate this?

This was a complete reversal of fate!

For a time, everyone in the Beast King Valley was indignant. The call for war grew louder and louder.

The faction led by Elder Wan He and Black Feather True Monarch held undeniable influence in the Beast King Valley.

Including the Peacock Holy Maiden, she had many admirers in the Beast King Valley, some of them were old veterans at the mid-to-late stages of the Core Formation stage.

There were several minor battles at the front lines of the two camps, and the clashes between scout cultivators were even fiercer, with casualties on both sides.

The situation was subtly getting out of control.

The original Yan Nation, the Beast King Valley.

Within the vast valley, a grand and rugged cluster of giant buildings – beast gardens, bird nests, spirit washing pools, etc. – surrounded the central “Beast King Hall” in a star-studded manner.

Beast King Hall.

Elder Wan He rode on a flying crane and landed inside the hall.

“Sect Master.”

Elder Wan He first saw the burly, purple-robed man, the “Sect Master Meng” of Beast King Valley.

“Senior Brother.”

Sect Master Meng was frowning, he nodded slightly upon seeing Elder Wan He enter.

“Grand Elder.”

Elder Wan He then saw the plump elder, half-reclined on the upper seat, like a fat Buddha.

“Sigh, this old elder loves peace and doesn’t want to fight a final war with the Dao Protection Alliance.”

“Unfortunately, such a disgraceful incident occurred, and the radicals in our sect can’t hold back anymore.”

The Grand Elder yawned, stroking his exposed belly, sighing helplessly.

Upon hearing this, Elder Wan He’s face showed a hint of embarrassment.

Right now, he and Black Feather True Monarch were considered representatives of the radicals. They had also convinced Sect Master Meng.

It wasn’t that they wanted to fight.

But this time, the Dao Protection Alliance had slapped them in the face, the humiliation was too great, infuriating the Beast King Valley.

The Peacock Holy Maiden herself wasn’t that important, but she was a link in the marriage alliance between the two True Monarch factions.

Lu Changan’s slap was not only a slap to the faces of the two True Monarchs but also a disgrace to the Beast King Valley, the top Magic Path sect that shook the Great Qing.

“Once the final war breaks out, many people will die. You need to think carefully…”

The plump elder ate broad beans while saying compassionate words.

However, his words seemed out of place with his nonchalant and lazy expression.

Elder Wan He knew that this Grand Elder had lived the longest in the Beast King Valley, with the most high-ranking cultivators dying in his hands in the sect.

However, the strategy to implement peaceful trade measures and gradually assimilate the Dao Protection Alliance was devised by the Beast King Valley’s Grand Elder.

If nothing unexpected happened, within the next few hundred years, the Dao Protection Alliance would most likely disintegrate and be assimilated, merging into the Beast King Valley’s camp.

However, a variable emerged in recent years.

That was the Evergreen True Monarch.

Sect Master Meng said solemnly, “If we don’t start the war, what face will the Beast King Valley have to stand shoulder to shoulder with the six Saint Sects?”

“Unfortunately, our previous plan against Lu Changan didn’t succeed. Even if we had only managed to seriously injure him that day, forcing him to leave his Nascent Soul, we could have stabilized the situation and morale.”

Elder Wan He expressed his regret.

They had spent favors and resources to invite the vice leader of Wu Jian Men.

That person was also a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator, not a Beast King Valley cultivator. He wouldn’t be willing to cooperate and risk his life for them forever.

“The name suits him. Lu Chang Qing is a real turtle, and he has the protection of the ‘Celestial Master’s’ divination abilities. It’s indeed hard to kill him.”

The Grand Elder shook his head. It was just an attempt anyway.

He spread his hands, “If you want to fight, then fight. How’s the war preparation going?”

Sect Master Meng pondered, “The war beast groups we prepared for the previous cultivation war, most of the fourth-stage Beast Kings have reached the end of their lifespans. Coupled with the support for the Seven Nation Alliance, we’ve suffered considerable losses.”

“However, these past years, I’ve ordered people to hunt down second and third-stage demonic beasts in the Black Mist Mountain Range, obtaining new beast sources. This will be enough to prepare for the next round of cultivation war consumption.”

The Grand Elder frowned for the first time, “A little hasty, you need to restrain yourselves.”

“The Seven Nation Alliance hasn’t established themselves firmly, and the Dao Protection Alliance hasn’t completely fallen under our control. It’s not yet time to make a move on the Black Mist Mountain Range.”

When the six Magic Path sects expanded eastward, the Beast King Valley chose this area for a reason. They had their eyes on the endless supply of beast sources in the Black Mist Mountain Range.

Once they completely conquered the surrounding territories of the Dao Protection Alliance, they would develop the beast sources of the Black Mist Mountain Range. With several hundred years of cultivation, the Beast King Valley might have a chance to become the leader of the Saint Sects.

“Our Beast King Valley’s direct lineage high-ranking cultivators are so precious. How can we keep fighting and consuming them excessively in wars?”

Sect Master Meng understood the Grand Elder’s concerns and added, “I’ve already ordered the Hunting Beast Hall not to venture deep into the mountain range. Anyway, there are too many demonic beasts in the Black Mist Mountain Range. Every beast tide drives some out.”

The six Magic Path sects used to be in the Central Region and not adjacent to the Black Mist Mountain Range. They had heard rumors about it but didn’t have much fear.

Hundreds of years ago, even when the ten Xuan Sect sects produced a grand Nascent Soul cultivator, it didn’t lead to their destruction.

After the defeat, the Magic Path and Righteous Path reached an agreement, and the main forces of the six Magic Path sects withdrew from the Central Region stage, which brought their territory closer to the Black Mist Mountain Range.

You must know that the grand Nascent Soul cultivator of the ten Xuan Sect sects, before advancing, was not the opponent of the Grand Elder of the Ming Quan Sect.

The Grand Elder of the Ming Quan Sect was exceptionally talented. He had spent too much time and energy to cultivate his “Second Nascent Soul,” “Ming He Hell,” and other divine powers.

Otherwise, the grand Nascent Soul might not have been the Xuan Sect one.

With the restrictions of the Great Qing’s heaven and earth environment, it could only produce one miracle at most, even with thousands of years of fortune.

Boom!

Suddenly, a strange vibration came from deep within the Beast King Valley, from below the ground.

It only caused a slight tremor when it reached the Beast King Hall.

The three of them, the Grand Elder, Sect Master, and Elder Wan He, who were discussing the war, fell silent for a moment.

“How’s the Beast King seal situation? Is there any loosening?”

The Grand Elder spoke.

The Beast King Valley cultivated and fostered war beast kings through secret techniques. They were fake fourth-stage beings, not real “Beast Kings.” Instead, they absorbed the blood essence of the sealed Beast King.

The real strongest Beast King possessed a Heavenly Tier bloodline and half-demonic blood, with a long lifespan. It had been sealed by the Beast King Valley and remained dormant.

Sect Master Meng answered, “The sealing formation is fine. The cultivation war is about to begin. We’re currently in the preparation phase. We need to take the blood essence of the “Beast King,” which will awaken him. It might occasionally shake and impact the seal.”

This strongest “Beast King” was uncontrollable by the Beast King Valley. It had almost brought about their destruction before. Once it entered the battlefield, it could potentially kill indiscriminately, friend or foe.

If they could truly control it, the Beast King Valley would have a chance to compete for the top position among the six Magic Path sects.

But the reality was that the Beast King Valley’s two mid-Nascent Soul cultivators could barely control it. Otherwise, an uncontrolled “Beast King” could potentially wipe out the Beast King Valley’s sect.

They wouldn’t use this forbidden double-edged sword unless absolutely necessary.

Six months later.

On the front lines of the three nations of the Dao Protection Alliance, cultivators and war beasts, as well as flying creatures from the Beast King Valley camp, gathered like a tidal wave of locusts, pressing forward with overwhelming force.

Over the past few months, there had been constant small-scale battles and friction on the front lines of the various regions.

Fortunately, the Dao Protection Alliance had prepared and practiced for war decades ago, and there were sufficient cultivator armies stationed at the borders.

In the region where Lu Changan was stationed, the invading Beast King Valley cultivator army was larger than in other regions.

There had been several instances of combat between hundreds of cultivators.

The Dao Protection Alliance was the defensive side, so their casualties were fewer.

However, some of the Beast King Valley’s casualties were borne by their war beast familiars.

As a Nascent Soul cultivator, Lu Changan stood in the clouds, unable to directly intervene in the offensive and defensive battles of the lower-level cultivators below.

His Nascent Soul-level vast divine awareness witnessed countless cultivators dying in the fierce battles, their deaths gruesome.

If he saw any Dao Protection Alliance cultivators fleeing the battlefield, Lu Changan would kill them without mercy.

As a Nascent Soul cultivator, Lu Changan was the focus of the Beast King Valley’s attention. Enemy Nascent Soul cultivators constantly confronted him, holding him back.

He and Xia Xianzi were stationed in adjacent regions, facing three Nascent Soul cultivators from the Beast King Valley.

They were:

True Monarch Fang, True Monarch Guo, and True Monarch Hei Yu.

Among them, True Monarch Guo wasn’t a direct lineage cultivator of the Beast King Valley. Instead, he was a Nascent Soul cultivator from a subordinate force in a region that was occupied behind the front lines.

The Beast King Valley had at least three of these affiliated Nascent Soul cultivators on the Magic Path battlefield.

If not for managing vast territories in the rear, the Beast King Valley and its affiliated forces could have mobilized more Nascent Soul True Monarchs.

In the clouds several miles away, True Monarch Fang looked down at the fierce battle below and said calmly, “Lu True Monarch, this is the cultivation war you initiated. If the three nations of the Dao Protection Alliance had peacefully submitted to the six Saint Sects, countless cultivators wouldn’t have gone to the battlefield to die.”

As he spoke.

A heavily injured Dao Protection Alliance Core Formation cultivator was surrounded by a dozen war beasts from the Beast King Valley, quickly torn to shreds, leaving bloody traces on the ground.

At the same time, several Beast King Valley Core Formation cultivators were also killed by the Dao Protection Alliance’s Foundation Establishment cultivators with thunderous blows.

“True Monarch Fang, if I remember correctly, your Magic Path six sects are the invaders, right? The Dao Protection Alliance nations, and even the vast Eastern Region, have been subjected to the ravages of your Magic Path forces for years.”

Lu Changan’s tone was mocking and indifferent.

“Is it a crime for us to defend our homeland and interests, to drive out the invaders?”

The Dao Protection Alliance was just a small part of the vast Eastern Region that was invaded.

There were other regions like the Dao Protection Alliance, the Seven Nation Alliance, and numerous other cultivation forces that formed alliances to resist the Magic Path invasion.

However, most of their resistance had failed, either ending in destruction or surrender to the six Magic Path sects.

“The cultivation world is about the strong preying on the weak. The Saint Sect’s flood of expansion, its strategic advancement towards the east, cannot be stopped!”

True Monarch Fang’s tone was indifferent and matter-of-fact.

Lu Changan sneered, “Such a powerful Saint Sect was driven to the Eastern Region, squabbling over territory in a remote area.”

True Monarch Fang didn’t show any anger, he said calmly, “If Lu True Monarch possessed the power of a grand Nascent Soul cultivator, dominating a state and traversing the Ten Heaven Continent, I, Fang, would also bow down in respect.”

“Very well! We’ve been facing each other for days but haven’t engaged in combat. Let me experience the power of the Magic Path leader’s, “Ming He Demon Lord,” disciple today.”

Lu Changan had experienced the Magic Path cultivators’ ingrained reliance on brute force and disregard for righteousness.

Hum!

As soon as the words left his mouth, the two True Monarchs approached each other, their Nascent Soul power erupted, and a magic power halo a mile in diameter formed above their heads, with blue and yellow heaven and earth灵气 roaring and colliding.

Thousand Withered Vine Hand!

Lu Changan swung his hand, stirring a surging magic power, his arm suddenly swelled, extending withered, yellow vines, transforming into a twenty-zhang vine giant hand, emanating the decaying aura of an evil Yin wood, sweeping across.

This was Lu Changan’s evil Dao secret technique, using the strong to bully the weak. It could devour the target’s blood essence while capturing them, restoring his own injuries.

“Humph!”

True Monarch Fang’s sleeves fluttered, his demeanor calm and collected. He raised his hand, condensing a funnel-shaped mass of dull yellow Ming water, containing billions of dark stars and cosmic dust.

Pfft!

The Thousand Withered Vine Hand, with its vast and continuous evil wood magic power, was entangled by the dull yellow Ming water. It disintegrated and fragmented before our very eyes, and after several transformations, disappeared without a trace.

Weirdly, the magic power technique True Monarch Fang had condensed had inexplicably increased in power by 30%.

It seemed as if he had appropriated and converted some of Lu Changan’s magic power.

“The previous sensing was right. This guy’s cultivation techniques contain a Dao rhyme related to the power of reincarnation.”

Lu Changan tested him, and it was immediately confirmed.

“Mediocre!”

True Monarch Fang showed a hint of disappointment, as if he had overestimated his opponent’s strength.

He waved his hand, releasing the swirling dull yellow Ming water. It was like a swirling ancient yellow dragon, its power increased after several transformations, fiercely attacking Lu Changan.

(To be continued)

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