Longevity Clan Starts with the Patriarch's Marriage

Sword Intent Red Lotus, streaks of wind and fire dragons, dual phase of decay and prosperity’s Buddha light… Various attacks collided with the lightning fists, causing great explosions between heaven and earth. The ripples of destruction radiated in all directions, slicing all the mountains evenly in half.

To the horror of the kings, the lightning fists were unmatched, erasing all their attacks and continuing to pummel toward them with immense might.

The kings did not take the hits head-on, quickly dodging out of the way and then launching more attacks. They were determined to prevent the Dragon Maiden from obtaining the Dragon Ball and rushed her from every direction, palms thrusting, swords swinging, blades drawing, fists flying… an endless barrage of attacks.

Following the fists, Long Yue brought her left index and middle fingers together, and with horizontal slashes, trails of sword light ripped through the air. Her Sword Intent was resplendent, creating and destroying the heavens and earth, shattering all the kings’ attacks and keeping them at bay, not allowing them to approach within a hundred thousand miles.

The kings charged again and again, each time to no avail. The Dragon Maiden blocked them single-handedly, consecutively using several overpowering martial techniques. Each technique possessed peerless power, sending tremors of fear through their souls.

Under the watchful eyes of the kings, the Dragon Ball finally descended, landing in the Dragon Maiden’s soft, boneless jade hand, once again letting out a heaven-shaking dragon’s roar.

“This is bad.”

Prince Wu’an, Sect Hierarch of the Yinyang Sect, the elder in hemp clothes, Kurong Kong, and several other True Martial Realm monarchs’ expressions changed.

The Demon King furrowed her brows, the expression of the black-clothed Emperor Wu was indecipherable, and the old ancestor from Da Jing in the True Martial Realm was expressionless.

Although the seven monarchs had joined forces due to the overwhelming strength of the Dragon Maiden, they each harbored their own thoughts and had different goals. Some appeared to be attacking the Dragon Maiden but in fact were not putting in their full effort.

Yet, it was also evident how fearsome the Dragon Maiden was. With just one hand, she blocked the seven True Martial Realm monarchs and even injured several, with Prince Wu’an sustaining the heaviest wounds.

“You can get lost now.”

After examining the Dragon Ball carefully, a smile finally appeared on the proud and peerless face of Long Yue. Nonchalantly pocketing the Dragon Ball, she then turned and spoke, her tone indifferent but extremely domineering.

“Li Yue, hand over the Dragon Ball, or else…”

Prince Wu’an bellowed, his eyes nearly bursting with rage. That was the Dragon Ball he was determined to have, a matter concerning his cultivation path.

“Or else kill me? With just you few pieces of trash? You can’t even block one of my hands, yet you have the audacity to bark at me.” Long Yue spoke with a dismissive tone, her gaze icy cold, not considering the seven True Martial Realm monarchs worth a glance.

Although there were seven True Martial Realm monarchs here, they were all early-stage, two at the third level, two at the second level, and three at the first level of the True Martial Realm.

It was only the attack of the old monk and the black-clothed Emperor Wu that posed a threat to her. The rest, in Long Yue’s eyes, were as insignificant as chickens and dogs, utterly worthless.

Besides, this group was discordant in heart and mind. With such a situation and their hidden agendas, how could they contend with her?

If they had truly united and exerted their full strength, although they would not be able to defeat her, they could at least add a bit of pressure to her.

“Boom!”

Upon hearing her words, Prince Wu’an’s face turned crimson with rage. He swung his great halberd as the essence of martial truth swarmed toward it, forming a thousand-foot dragon that tore through the sky, pulverizing everything in its path.

This strike, which drained two-tenths of his True Yuan, was one of his strongest moves. Prince Wu’an retaliated against the Dragon Maiden with action.

To be called trash and accused of yapping like a dog was something Prince Wu’an could not tolerate. Elevated to high status, who dared to speak to him this way?

“Cricket.”

Long Yue flicked her finger, and a divine light burst forth, annihilating the thousand-foot dragon and striking Prince Wu’an with stupendous force, catapulting him tens of thousands of miles away into the ground, creating a massive crater.

Within the crater, Prince Wu’an’s battle armor was in tatters, his aura diminished. He circulated his cultivation technique to heal, struggling to rise, and then flew back to join the other six monarchs in forming an encirclement.

The Demon King and the Sect Hierarch of the Yinyang Sect both showed shock on their faces upon seeing this but did not come to his aid. It was a fact that they could not defeat the Dragon Maiden even by joining forces. This was something they could accept, after all, the Dragon Maiden was the reincarnation of an ancient saint.

Prince Wu’an brought this upon himself with his bluster and reckless behavior, deserving the heavy blow dealt by the Dragon Maiden.

When they saw Prince Wu’an seriously injured, the old ancestor from Da Jing and the elder in hemp clothes almost couldn’t resist the urge to deliver a finishing blow but ultimately held back.

They knew it was not yet the time. Another True Martial Realm old ancestor of Da Qian was still hidden. They couldn’t kill Prince Wu’an just yet without prematurely exposing their intentions.

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

Watching the seven True Martial Realm monarchs still refusing to retreat, Long Yue frowned.

In her previous life, with her personality, she wouldn’t have wasted a word. Anyone who coveted her treasures would be directly met with force, utterly annihilated.

And now, she only wanted to take the Dragon Ball and leave, not wishing to get entangled with these Emperors Wu from the True Martial Realm. Although she was powerful, killing these martial kings wouldn’t be easy.

Once they were driven into a corner, this group of martial kings wouldn’t hold back any longer and would join forces to counter her, deploying all kinds of trump cards.

In doing so, she might get injured.

Long Yue knew the matter was far from over; the Emperors Wu of the True Martial Realm she had detected were not the only ones, and there were several mid-stage True Martial Realm martial kings lurking outside the Secret Territory for sure.

She had to conserve her strength to cope with various contingencies.

“Li Yue, I don’t care who you were in your previous life, today you must leave behind the Dragon Ball,” the Sect Hierarch of Yinyang Sect said coldly.

“Do you all think the same?”

Long Yue’s tone was indifferent, laced with a hint of murderous intent. She had intended to give these people a way out, but if they insisted on courting death, she would not be polite.

“Leave the Dragon Ball, go.”

Prince Wu’an had just consumed and refined several precious elixirs, and his complexion had finally improved significantly, his expression one of wariness, devoid of his former arrogance.

“Benefactor Li, this Dragon Ball is fated with our Buddhist Sect. If you offer up the Dragon Ball, the Bodhisattva is willing to guide you to become a protector heavenly king in our Buddhist Sect,” Kurong Kong said with one hand erect in front of his chest, his tone sincere.

The Demon Queen, the old ancestor of Da Jing’s True Martial Realm, the hemp-robed elder, and the black-robed martial king didn’t speak, but their faces twitched simultaneously, deeply feeling the shamelessness of the bald Kurong.

Bullshit about being fated with the Buddhist Sect!

They didn’t just want the Dragon Girl to voluntarily offer up the Dragon Ball, but they also wanted to convert the Dragon Girl into a protector heavenly king for the Buddhist Sect—it seemed they had no shame at all.

“As shameless as ever, bald donkey!”

A flicker of anger crossed Long Yue’s eyes. With a single hand pushing forward, a giant hand large enough to obscure the sky materialized, with the earth, water, wind, and fire evolving, ready to crush Kurong Kong.

The Demon Queen, the hemp-robed elder, and other martial kings hastily scrambled aside. The Sect Hierarch of Yinyang Sect hesitated before he, too, refrained from offering aid, and even Prince Wu’an had made himself scarce early on.

A resigned look flitted across Kurong Kong’s eyes. He let out a sigh, quickly formed several seals with his hands, and then slammed his right hand forward with force.

The Colorless Handprint!

This was a secret technique of the Buddhist Sect, created by an Arhat of the Divine Yuan Realm, imbued with the true essence of “form is emptiness, and emptiness is form.”

The giant handprint struck against the hand large enough to obscure the sky; beneath the handprint, all was void, and within the palm, creation and destruction converged, evolving into a myriad of forms, unleashing boundless attacks.

The Colorless Handprint collided with the hand that obscured the sky, and the Secret Territory was suddenly engulfed in a white expanse, then plunged into darkness, alternating between light and dark several times in the span of an instant.

The next moment, Kurong Kong’s expression shifted slightly. The True Elixir within him erupted, causing his aura to surge dramatically. With his right hand clenched into a fist and his left finger pointing out, he resorted to two distinct Buddhist secret techniques to just barely disintegrate the hand obscuring the sky.

“Such strength, bald donkey.”

The Demon Queen, the black-robed martial king, and the other True Martial Realm martial kings harbored the same thought, growing warier of Kurong Kong.

Just as Long Yue was about to continue her assault, a resounding voice filled the air.

“Fellow daoists, we have all come for the Dragon Ball. I ask that no one holds back. United, we should be able to seize the Dragon Ball and then rely on our own abilities to compete for it,” said Emperor Chu Wuji, clad in Silver Battle Armor, who appeared beside Prince Wu’an.

Prince Wu’an carried a treasured artifact with him that could briefly encompass living beings and conceal their auras. Chu Wuji had witnessed everything from within, knowing they could no longer hide.

The Dragon Girl was too formidable. Given their disunity and lack of strength, they could very well be scared off by her directly.

“Words of wisdom, Daoist Chu,”

Kurong Kong immediately agreed, and a slightly hunchbacked figure appeared beside him—it was Tuoshan Kong.

The Demon Queen’s expression subtly changed, the black-robed martial king, the hemp-robed elder, the Sect Hierarch of Yinyang Sect, and even the True Martial Realm old ancestor from Da Jing wore impassive faces as if they had anticipated this.

PS: The writing is a bit slow today, with only three chapters. The third update will be around 11:30 PM.