Chapter 98: Dead End

  Ming looked at the crowd of immortals and demons in front of him, his heart thoroughly despairing. It seemed that the interstellar teleportation had become a game of hide-and-seek under their profound cultivation, and it really felt like a cat chasing a mouse, with a sense of being toyed with suddenly arising.

  Sun Ming was furious, after all this time he seemed to be nothing more than a insignificant bug in the eyes of these people, who could swat him away at will, and killing him would not be much harder than crushing an ant with his hand.

  Was I really wrong? Is having a good talent a mistake? Sun Ming asked himself in his heart.

  "Tomorrow, you are not wrong, the mistake lies in these short-sighted cultivators who only know how to strangle geniuses. Alas, a tall tree will be broken by the wind. Back then, I was also envied by those twelve fellow disciples and suffered a calamity. Who would have thought that today, my disciple Cloud Middle Child would repeat the same mistake." For the first time, Master Cloud Middle's voice became so gloomy. The previous humorous and kind master seemed to be gone, replaced by a faint coldness that Sun Ming felt.

  "Tomorrow, if Master is not around, you must not lose the reputation of our Yu Xugong. Otherwise, Master will never let you go." Yun Zhongzi suddenly said this, leaving Sun Ming somewhat bewildered.

  "Master, don't worry, if we're going to die, we'll die together. In the Yu Xuan Palace, there are only martyred cultivators who died in battle, no cowards who surrendered." Sun Ming's mood was somewhat excited, although it was a battle he knew they would lose, but being able to fight alongside his master made him feel honored.

  The starry sky is always so vast, so profound. A little bit of starlight slowly shines on the fixed star plate, accompanied by those cracks, and it actually refracts a different kind of beauty, with eternity mixed in the imperfections, that boundless beauty.

  And the position of this star plate is like a lone island, surrounded by scattered immortals and demons. The surface of the once brilliant plate now has many scars, as if telling the story of Sun Ming's encounter, but unfortunately no one understands its words.

  "The remnants of the Wu tribe, I never thought you'd be able to escape to the Xiu Zhen realm. It's truly a delight for us demons to find you." Li Jing's words were filled with unspoken joy. Although he could only obtain a portion of the three souls and seven spirits, finding the remnants of the Wu tribe had already exceeded the Demon Lord's expectations. He thought that perhaps the old man would be so pleased that he might even reward him with one or two top-grade demon artifacts. It seemed that this time, competing with those powerful demons for the opportunity to come to the mortal realm had been worth it. Li Jing's mouth curved into a slight smile as he thought about it, revealing an expression uglier than crying. The loose immortal in front of him shook his head repeatedly.

  "Hmph, what's with the witch tribe? Why would a proud cultivator like me pretend to be from the witch tribe?" Sun Ming opened the top layer of the Dingxing Disk's skylight and stuck his head out, saying with difficulty.

  "The Witch Clan has always been so despicable and cunning, sinister and ruthless. Last time you provoked the Xian and Mo to jointly besiege us. I thought you had disappeared. Unexpectedly, you still haven't changed your ways. You're actually active in the mortal realm again. Can't move the upper echelons? Then move the foundation. Actually shaking the foundations of all realms. Speak! What is the great witch's plan this time?" Xing Yun Pi smiled without smiling as he looked at Sun Ming, who was standing there with difficulty.

  "I am not a witch." With wave after wave of pressure. Sun Ming squeezed out these few sentences with great difficulty. After all, it's already very good that the ordinary scattered immortal's pressure can be tolerated by Sun Ming. But these people, although their cultivation is not top-notch in the fairy world, demon world and other places, they are real fairies and demons, not those miscellaneous goods like scattered immortals. So the level and intensity of the pressure must be higher than that of the scattered immortals by more than one level.

  "Not a witch? Hmm. Deception is what your witches are good at. This time, you've even disguised yourself as a disciple of the Instrument Repair Sect. Who would have thought? But you've forgotten one very important thing - your instrument refinement skills are too high. A Grandmaster in the Yuan Ying period. Throughout the history of the Cultivation Realm, and even the ancient Cultivation Realm, your cultivation is unparalleled. Isn't this obvious enough?" This time, the speaker was not any of those people from the middle, but rather the Alliance Master of the Holy Alliance, that elusive dragon who appears only briefly."

  Still that beautiful hair. Still that breathtakingly beautiful face. But at this moment, in Sun Ming's eyes, this beauty was like a venomous snake.

  "Is it really that hard to believe that I, a master refiner from the prenatal period, have come this far? Back when I was still an outer sect disciple, I worked tirelessly and did my best to improve myself. I kept reading useful classics because my first master told me that this world is one where the strong are revered and everything else is built on the principle of might makes right. In order to make a name for myself, I did chores like cleaning up trash and waste in the outer sect, but I didn't get discouraged. Instead, I worked even harder to accumulate knowledge about refining equipment. Later, I entered the inner sect, but my master passed away soon after without teaching me much. Relying on my own efforts..."

  He refined the spiritual artifact and gained the respect of his fellow disciples. But now, it was all wrong. Because this world was fundamentally unfair. Murderers could walk free with impunity, while the victims were left to bear the infamy. Facing endless pursuit and killing." Sun Ming said, his voice choked with tears. Many scattered immortals and demons looked on with interest. However, it was clear that the people of the immortal realm hated the witch tribe to an unbearable degree. Before Sun Ming could finish speaking, Xing Yun, standing in mid-air, couldn't help but interrupt.

  "Who can't fabricate stories, you people from the Witch tribe are good at fabricating stories. In those years, how many powerful immortals in the Immortal Realm died at your hands, and how many kind-hearted immortals were deceived by you to become your accomplices? Now, you're still here deceiving people's hearts, it seems that your Witch tribe is still unrepentant." Xingyun's words immediately made Sun Ming stunned.

  "If it weren't for Emperor's keen insight, who would have detected the evil aura of the witch tribe's cultivation method coming from the mortal realm? I reckon many promising cultivators would have fallen prey to your deception and become a scourge to this world. Hmph, you still dare to argue? Just now, we all sensed the evil aura of the witch tribe's treasure, which is why we chased after the Dark Moon Demon Star. And didn't that scattered demon say that it was the aura emitted when you were refining the treasure? Doesn't that prove your identity?" Xing Yun's oppressive aura made Sun Ming almost unable to get a word in edgewise.

  "You want to add crime, what's the worry about no words? Since you so-called fairy demons think I'm a witch tribe, I still have a way." Sun Ming turned his head and glanced at Xing Yun and others with a slanted gaze, no longer speaking. The cold and stern expression in his eyes made many fairies and demons feel somewhat uncomfortable.

  "So tell us, where did your clan's martial art come from?" Xing Yun suddenly asked such a question, and Sun Ming really couldn't think of an answer.

  Those immortals and demons looked at Sun Ming in silence, puzzled. The little sympathy he had in his heart also disappeared instantly.

  "Let's kill him, the Wu tribe is a major hidden danger in the Xiuzhen world, we can't let him leave alive today." The scattered immortal urged.

  "Right, let's kill him and make him understand that this is the Cultivation Realm, not a place where his Witch Clan should exist." Xian Wenyi was also extremely excited, after all, being able to witness a battle of this level was a kind of luck.

  "Hmph, why aren't you saying anything? Since we're going to kill you, we must have sufficient evidence. Remember, the Wu tribe shouldn't exist in this world because your existence makes us feel threatened. We'll take away your three souls and seven spirits separately. Although you're not speaking now, as long as these souls and spirits exist, we'll eventually find out." Xingyun seemed to have sentenced Sunming to death, and didn't even glance at him while speaking.

  "Jinting, don't say I didn't give you a chance. If you want revenge, now is the time. Killing such a low-level witch tribe is really an uninteresting thing for us."

  "Ah, thank you very much. Since that's the case, our demon clan doesn't want this little guy's three souls and seven spirits anymore. Hmph, for killing my clansmen, go die!" Jin Ting said, and another dragon claw-shaped demonic energy shot towards Sun Ming.

  The golden demon yuan force whizzed by, accompanied by the faint sound of dragon chanting, which was so dazzling in this star domain, and so resplendent.

  But Sun Ming saw nothing but endless death.

  "Perhaps death is a new beginning, but unfortunately, I couldn't help Cloud Middle Master obtain a perfect body, and instead, he died with me. Alas, not only did I fail to avenge the grudges of Master Xuan Kong, Heavenly One Elder, and Heavenly Fire Elder, but now I also have to bear the grudge of Cloud Middle Master. It seems that in my next life, I will still be living in hatred.

  Sun Ming didn't put up any resistance because he knew that under absolute power and a huge gap in levels, any attempt would be futile. (Of course, if it were written here that Sun Ming and Cloud Middle both died, this book would have ended abruptly. But as a responsible author, Jian Ge wouldn't do something that would make readers scold him.)"

  A golden light engulfed the already worn-out Fixed Star Plate, and a magical artifact was crushed just like that. Moreover, it was one of the few artifacts in the Cultivation Realm capable of interstellar teleportation. Seeing this, some scattered immortals shook their heads, after all, even if they had an artifact, it would be impressive. Many people didn't even have spiritual artifacts, and watching an artifact being destroyed before their eyes, how could they not feel heartache? However, the people of the Immortal Realm were wealthy and generous, and they wouldn't waste too much time on this one artifact.

  Some loose immortals were about to use the Interstellar Shift to return, but suddenly found that those upper-class officials were staring blankly at the broken place of Dingxing Pan, with a look of great enemy in front of them. These loose immortals were somewhat puzzled. After all, the culprit had been punished, what were they still doing here?

  But in an instant, a mighty and overwhelming momentum gave them the answer.