A Top Scholar in Everything

Chapter 1272: Chapter 1258: Siege

After ascension.

Baiyu didn’t know what level one had to reach to ascend in the Profound Origin Realm, but he estimated it should be above the Saint level.

Or reaching the level of a Saint.

The principle of ascension is also very simple.

It’s when the strength exceeds the limit that the current world can bear, and if one acts, it will affect the stability of the world, being instinctively rejected by this world.

At that time.

Unless one never acts again.

Otherwise, once acted upon, one would be rejected by the Profound Origin Realm, which is the principle of ascension.

So it’s possible that in this world.

Many have reached the level of ascension but are suppressing their realm, not breaking through, lurking within this world.

This is why Baiyu is somewhat apprehensive.

If it provokes a Saint to act with full force, that would be troublesome.

"Fellow Daoist, let’s meet again when there’s a chance in the future." Zhao Mingzhu gestured with cupped hands, bowing to Baiyu.

"See you when fate allows."

Baiyu returned the courtesy.

After they finished eating the mountain chicken, Zhao Mingzhu still bid farewell and left. This Carefree Temple seemed his forbidden zone, he didn’t dare to stay longer.

Baiyu returned to his room.

As long as it’s night, staying in his room, the Carefree Temple is very safe.

He had stayed like this for six days already.

At this time.

As Baiyu was about to go to bed and rest, a thunderous shout suddenly came from outside.

Baiyu furrowed his brows.

He stood up, took two steps to the door, and saw the sky outside filled with magical treasures, with flying swords glistening in vibrant colors. On these flying swords stood cultivators with an immortal demeanor, looking impressive.

Everyone’s face was grim.

They looked towards the direction of the main hall, full of apprehension, as if facing a great enemy.

In an instant.

Many thoughts flashed through Baiyu’s mind.

He even thought that this might be Zhao Mingzhu spreading information. But this thought passed quickly, because if Zhao Mingzhu really intended to act, he would’ve had countless opportunities, no need to wait until now.

Although Baiyu didn’t know his identity.

But from his cultivation and the way he carried himself, he wasn’t an ordinary cultivator; very likely, he was a noble among cultivators.

The power he could mobilize.

Definitely wasn’t weak.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t speak of wanting to overthrow the entire Immortal Cultivation Realm.

"External demon, everyone must kill you! Come out quickly and face your doom, we’ll spare you from some suffering."

"Today our Taiyi Sword Sect, Chaos Heaven Sect, and Delusional Flame Sect are joining forces, we’ve already laid a trap, you can’t escape. Come out and meet your death."

These outside cultivators.

Began a verbal assault against Baiyu.

The outside cultivators were about two hundred in number, wanting peace now was absolutely impossible; bringing out such a large formation meant they were ready to finish him off thoroughly.

It seems the other contestants should’ve hidden in the Profound Origin Realm from the start.

Otherwise.

The major righteous sects of this Immortal Cultivation Realm should be busy beyond belief.

They wouldn’t possibly spare so many people to deal with him.

But.

Given the current situation, Baiyu could only face the battle to avoid affecting the Carefree Temple, he stepped out of the temple of his own accord.

This group also seemed quite apprehensive towards the Carefree Temple.

So they just hovered outside.

But just then, a white shadow swiftly approached from the horizon, landing beside Baiyu.

Zhao Mingzhu.

At this moment, his face showed a worldly tiredness, with a touch of coldness.

"Brother Zhao, you’re not coming at a good time."

Baiyu chuckled.

Zhao Mingzhu sighed, "Given the circumstances, you still have the heart to joke."

After saying this.

He turned around, faced those standing on flying swords, and said in a deep voice, "This is my friend and not some external demon; you’re mistaken."

Yet, in response to Zhao Mingzhu’s words.

The group became even more furious.

"Mingzhu Prince, do you think we are blind? The aura of the external demon on him is strong, he’s obviously not a cultivator from the Profound Origin Realm!"

"Mingzhu Prince, we respect your usual demeanor, but at this moment you’re shielding the external demon, this isn’t a joke! Quickly distance yourself from him, we’ll pretend nothing happened, don’t mislead yourself!"

A group of cultivators shouted.

Zhao Mingzhu frowned, his tone somewhat cold, "I’m not joking, you know I’m steadfast."

"So Mingzhu Prince means to help this external demon and oppose the entire Immortal Cultivation Realm?"

At this moment.

Among the cultivator group, an old man in his fifties stepped out.

He glared coldly at Baiyu.

Then.

Turned his gaze to Zhao Mingzhu.

"He’s my friend, so I must do what is right by my conscience. Afterward, it’s up to fate."

He summoned with one hand.

A long sword wrapped in ice appeared in his hand: "Come."

"Hmph, Zhao Mingzhu, with such conduct, if your father Zhao Sword God knew, who knows what he’d think."

The old man waved his sleeve coldly.

A scroll unfurled and wrapped towards Zhao Mingzhu.

At this moment.

Zhao Mingzhu was instantly engulfed by the scroll, and the old man followed him into the scroll.

Although Zhao Mingzhu said nothing.

Baiyu knew he was diverting the most troublesome character, who should be the initiator of this action.

However.

He actually wanted to say that having one more person meant nothing more.

After this interlude.

The group of cultivators looked at Baiyu with even more fierce and hateful eyes, as if he bewitched Zhao Mingzhu.

"Everyone, attack together, kill this external demon, lest he deceive the crowd with lies."

"Yes, everyone be careful not to be charmed by him; the cultivation techniques of this demon must be mind-bewitching!"

In an instant.

The cultivators from the major sects attacked in unison, countless flying swords surged towards Baiyu, cutting through the sky with sharp and terrifying auras.

At this time.

Baiyu stood where he was, watching the cultivators rushing in from the sky.

"Come, today I’ll play with you well."

Upon finishing his words.

Baiyu’s body exploded with golden light, the power of Golden Blood boiled fiercely, illuminating the dark night sky like a rising small sun.

Baiyu stepped back and stamped, his left hand formed a fist.

Towards the front.

Punched fiercely.

Bang!

Intense shock waves rippled visibly through the air, the dozens of flying swords coming towards Baiyu were instantly repelled by this punch, and some of lesser quality shattered into fragments under the fist’s wind.

In an instant.

The faces of all the cultivators changed dramatically.

They expected the external demon to be formidable, after all, the intelligence suggested that the three elders of Taiyi Sword Sect’s sub-branch were possibly killed by him.

But they didn’t expect.

This guy’s strength to be so monstrous!