Painting of the Nine Immortals

Translator: _Tat_ Editor: Rundi

Inside the Ao Xian Sect on top of an empty field.

Thousands of people shared a serious expression on their faces as they stood still. Some confusion was seeping through their eyes. They weren't certain why the Supreme Headmaster gathered everyone.

Above the stand, Chu Zhong Tian was wearing a black robe and a white cloth was wrapped around his head. There was deep sadness in his expression.

Huang Er's hands were clasped together and the vein in his arm was popping. It was difficult to read his expression.

This confused everyone below. But Chu Zhong Tian's serious expression made them too afraid to ask.

"I have to announce something…"

Looking at the population who was all standing tall, Chu Zhong Tian slowly spoke out something that silenced the entire place.

"The master has died."

These simple words had the same effect as thunder strikes and they stunned everyone!

The master… had died?

Everyone was in awe. To them, Ling Xian was an omnipotent God!

Yet at this moment, Chu Zhong Tian said the God has died. How could they accept this?

But deep inside, they knew very well that Chu Zhong Tian would not joke about this. Therefore, they slowly accepted this truth. The shock on their faces turned into sadness.

"God, you are blind! How can you take away life from someone as nice as the master?"

"Master is braver than anyone I know and is undefeatable of his generation. How can he die?"

"Dammit, who killed the master? I want to avenge him!"

"That's right. I owe the Master much gratitude. I have to avenge him!"

Everyone growled with their head high. Other than sadness on their faces, there was only rage.

To them, Ling Xian had helped them greatly. Now that they were hearing such sad news, they naturally felt very sad and very furious!

"We definitely will avenge him."

Chu Zhong Tian held out three fingers and pointed them to the sky. He then made a cold statement.

"I, Chu Zhong Tian, vow here that within my lifetime, I will avenge the master by pointing my sword at the seven sects and the 18 clans! If I do not achieve it, then I announce myself guilty!"

After he spoke those words, everyone shouted in unison.

Who cares how strong the seven sects are and who cares how cruel the 18 Houses are. There was only one thought in their mind.

Revenge!

…

When the news of Ling Xian's passing circulated to Lin Qing Yi and them in Yunzhou, this continent silenced just like Yuzhou.

Everyone fell into an eerie quietness before cries and sobbing began to fill the corners.

Inside the City of Qing, at the Ling Clan.

When Ling Tian Jiao and Ling Hu pushed open Ling Tian Qing's door, they saw a face that was full of agony.

Then, he heard a sorrowful statement.

"He died. The only proud creation of the Ling Clan had died."

Instantly, Ling Tian Jiao reacted as if thunderstruck and Ling Hu began to weep.

…

At the Wan Jian House, on top of a mountain peak.

Dao Wu Ji was wearing a robe as white as snow as his sword pointed towards Yuezhou. His starry eyes were full of killer's intent, so much so that this entire place froze over.

This made all 11 peak leaders frown and fall into confusion.

Though the Wan Jian House is currently in a crisis, it's not at its very worst yet. Why would the Supreme Headmaster release such intense killer's intent?

But the next moment, they comprehended. It was all because Dao Wu Ji made a shocking statement.

"He died. Wan Jian House's 3,000 years of glory, has died."

…

Inside the Hao Ran Sect, at a scenic mountain valley.

Mo Qing Fu was wearing all green and was holding a jade scroll as he softly read. There was a gentle grin on his lips, making him look like a studious young man who was graceful and warm like a piece of jade.

Behind him, a seven-to-eight-year-old child was boiling water and making tea. The aroma filled the air.

After a while, Mo Qing Fu put down the scroll and sipped on his tea. His warm eyes revealed some disappointment.

"This tea is awful."

"Master, this is the top-notch Tea of Enlightenment, why wouldn't it be good?" The child asked blankly.

"The taste of the tea did not change, but the person drinking with me is not here." Fu Qing Mo thought of Ling Xian and couldn't help but smile.

"Then why not call him over? Master, you are now one of the strongest cultivators in Yunzhou, who dares to decline your invitation?" The young apprentice was full of admiration.

"He dares. Plus, I wouldn't dare to be mad at him."

Fu Qing Mo patted the little apprentice's head and continued, "You will understand when you are older."

Then, he picked up his teacup. Just then, a crane flew over and landed by him.

The message it carried transported into his brain.

At once, Mo Qing Fu's expression darkened and the teacup was crushed by his hand.

This stunned the young student. To him, his master has always been gentle and studious. He has always been calm and never loses himself.

But now, he had lost composure. He has never seen this before!

"Master, what… what happened?" the child asked carefully.

"What happened?"

Mo Qing Fu silenced. Only after a whole minute did he utter out one sentence.

"He died. My teacher and my friend, has died."

…

On top of a thousand miles tall mountain peak inside the Tai Xu House.

Sun Ze Hao, who now sits in the Supreme Headmaster seat, seemed to be crying but also seemed to be laughing. He aggressively took a shot of strong alcohol. His organs burned like flames and they hurt him a little.

However, he didn't seem to be affected by this as he continued to gulp down much alcohol. He seemed to want to get drunk by himself and fall into a deep sleep.

Drink until he cannot drink anymore.

Then, with a grotesque expression, he tilted his head back and howled.

"Hahahaha, dead. My brother has died!"

…

Inside the House of the Undead.

A chirpy and cute young woman was picking flowers and laughing. As she chased after butterflies, she saw Xia Ling Mu's dark and horrifying face. She couldn't help but shudder.

In the entire Yunzhou, Xiao Ling Mu was considered one of the strongest powerhouses out of the younger generation. Other than Mo Qing Fu and Sun Ze Hao, nobody can compare to him!

Therefore the young girl could not figure out what possibly could've happened to make Xia Ling Mu, who could hold up the sky, lose himself like this.

"Senior brother, what is wrong?" The young woman asked nervously.

The response was somewhat sad and somewhat regretful.

"He died. The opponent I vowed to catch up to, has died."

At those words, the young girl froze.

She couldn't imagine just how powerful this man Xia Ling Mu mentioned was. How powerful did he have to be for Xia Ling Mu to want to catch up to him?

…

Similar events were happening in Yuezhou, Yunzhou, and the 36 islands.

Whether they were Ling Xian's friends or enemies, whether they admired him or hated him, anyone who interacted with him felt pitiful towards this news.

He was a multi-talented monster!

Since the history of time until now, he would be considered extraordinary. But today, he had died. To the entire humankind, this was a great loss!

After all, on this piece of land, other than humankind, there were also many ambitious foreign kinds. What the humans needed was someone like Ling Xian, who had the power to defeat other powerhouses!

As for Lin Qing Yi and the others. After they returned to their respective homes, they locked themselves inside.

Tears were falling unstoppably.

When those around them asked why, their short and simple responses were identical.

"He died. The love of my life, has died."