Chapter 127: Falling Out with the Brahma Star Sect

Chen Mu and Xue Tian were descending the mountain when Xue Tian gave a playful smile and said, “A few lackeys have arrived. It seems this mountain is a vital territory for some faction; otherwise, they wouldn’t have guards stationed here constantly. What’s your plan?”

Before Chen Mu could respond, a group of sect disciples dressed uniformly in Daoist robes immediately surrounded them and shouted sternly, “Who are you? How dare you trespass into our sect’s forbidden grounds!”

Chen Mu felt a pang of guilt. It was obvious they were guarding the broken teleportation array. If they found out that Chen Mu and Xue Tian had emerged from it, their sect would surely take notice. Then, they would investigate them thoroughly. In the worst-case scenario, they could be captured and have their souls searched.

Not knowing how strong the sect’s top-tier forces were, it was best not to reveal that they came from another continent. Chen Mu did not want anyone probing his memories and secrets.

Fortunately, these disciples were only at the Early Nascent Soul stage, which eased Chen Mu’s tension somewhat, though he was still shocked. On the Yuanyao Continent, Nascent Soul practitioners were usually elders or high-ranking figures, yet here they were merely disciples. This new continent was undoubtedly extraordinary.

Xue Tian remained silent, so Chen Mu had no choice but to speak. “Gentlemen, we were merely passing through and did not know this place was your sect’s forbidden ground. If we have offended, please forgive us; we will leave immediately.”

“Hmph! Passing through? Even lies require some semblance of credibility! This is our sect’s forbidden land, guarded by numerous disciples. Everyone within ten miles knows Mount Mengye belongs to our Fanxing Sect. You sneaked into our territory to spy, no doubt. You think you can trespass and leave unscathed? Everyone, kill the fully fledged Nascent Foundation lackeys, but spare the Early Nascent Soul youth—he might yield valuable information. Capture him alive!” the lead disciple of the Fanxing Sect bellowed fiercely.

Chen Mu frowned. They wouldn’t even listen to his explanation and were ready to attack him on the spot. They clearly underestimated him.

Not having concealed his cultivation level with the Phantom Veil Art had been a mistake. Though Chen Mu’s combat power was exceptional, his true cultivation level invited contempt, leading to unnecessary trouble.

Moreover, Chen Mu had just overheard them mention their sect’s name—the Fanxing Sect. He had heard of it from his master, Gu Xingyuan. Gu Xingyuan had once stayed on the Bixiao Continent. So this place was the Bixiao Continent?

Before Chen Mu could say more, the attackers had already moved.

Chen Mu’s expression darkened while Xue Tian chuckled eerily as they both engaged in combat.

Chen Mu cautioned Xue Tian, “Don’t use those strange demonic techniques; just fight normally. I don’t want to be seen as a ‘freak.’”

Xue Tian knew exactly what Chen Mu meant by “freak” and curled his lips but refrained from using demonic powers. He didn’t want to reveal his identity so easily either.

Gripping the Scarlet Sun Sword, Chen Mu unleashed the incomplete Sunset Sword Technique repeatedly. His strikes collided with the enemy’s star brilliance attacks.

At the moment of contact, Chen Mu’s eyes narrowed. The Fanxing Sect’s use of star brilliance energy was far more refined and powerful than that of the Star-gazing Valley.

The opponent fighting Chen Mu was an Early Nascent Soul cultivator. Yet the battle was nearly even, with Chen Mu only slightly disadvantaged. This confirmed that the Bixiao Continent’s Nascent Soul stage was significantly stronger than that of the Yuanyao Continent.

The opponent was also shocked. This young man was only at the peak Nascent Foundation stage but was holding his own against him. He found it hard to accept.

Furthermore, the opponent recognized Chen Mu’s sword technique as somewhat familiar. Suddenly recalling one of his sect’s sword techniques, he sneered darkly, “The move you’re using—is it the Fanxing Sword Technique? Tell me—where did you steal it from? You must be spies from an enemy sect! Fellow disciples, do not let them leave our Fanxing Sect alive!”

Hearing this, the other disciples boiled with rage, glaring viciously at Chen Mu. Without hesitation, they all launched their attacks, determined to cut him down.

Chen Mu’s face darkened. Despite his connection to Gu Xingyuan and a certain association with the Fanxing Sect, they refused even to hear him out.

Their arrogance and mistreatment ignited his fury.

Seeing that they thought they had him cornered, Chen Mu sneered and decided to teach them a lesson.

Three Early Nascent Soul cultivators attacked simultaneously, slashing their swords toward Chen Mu. Knowing he could not defeat all three in his current state, Chen Mu activated the Fiery Blood Transformation, instantly boosting his strength, and unleashed the Sunset Sword Technique again.

Their attacks clashed, and Chen Mu realized it was a stalemate. It seemed that the power gap within each substage of the Nascent Soul realm on the Bixiao Continent was larger. Each substage here was much stronger than on the Yuanyao Continent, reducing the effectiveness of the Fiery Blood Transformation.

Many factors contributed to this—such as the foundation laid during the Yuanmai stage and the quality of cultivation techniques. The stronger the foundation, the more potent the power increase within each substage.

Chen Mu’s combat power now only matched a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator on the Bixiao Continent. For a fully fledged Nascent Foundation cultivator to hold his own against mid-stage Nascent Soul was still respectable.

Though Chen Mu felt slightly discouraged, the three opponents were even more disheartened. They couldn’t defeat someone at the peak Nascent Foundation stage and had been severely injured by him. What sect did this genius belong to? How had they never heard of him?

While Chen Mu was locked in a stalemate with the three, Xue Tian was battling the leader, a fully fledged Nascent Soul cultivator, and several mid- and late-stage practitioners.

Though Xue Tian attracted most of the enemy’s attention, he fought with ease.

Thanks to his cunning experience and guile, Xue Tian restrained his aura, yet his strength resembled that of a Nascent Spirit realm cultivator.

Xue Tian refrained from using demonic energy; his attacks were subdued and indistinguishable between Daoist or demonic origins.

He preferred this approach. Quickly killing the foes would be best, but he feared that exposing demonic energy would bring unnecessary trouble—such as alerting the Fanxing Sect’s powerful elders, who might declare him a wanted demon across the lands.

He was uncertain how strong the top cultivators on this continent truly were. Even a Nascent Spirit cultivator here could easily end his life, let alone higher realms. So, until he understood the situation, he dared not act recklessly.

After some time locked in battle, Chen Mu grew impatient, his anger mounting. He hadn’t expected Nascent Soul practitioners to bully him.

He activated his bloodline’s innate divine skill, the Jiaolong Scale Armor. His entire body was covered in thunderous scales as he engaged in a tit-for-tat fight.

Fortunately, Chen Mu’s physique could withstand the Bixiao Continent’s magical weapon attacks. Though the Jiaolong Scale Armor was shattered by sword light, the sword left not even a scratch on his flesh. The blade was stopped at his body, unable to penetrate.

Physical toughness was clearly vital. The bodies forged through physical training on the Bixiao Continent could resist magical weapons a whole realm higher, indicating that the magical weapon quality on both continents was similar.

The three Nascent Soul cultivators were terrified. What kind of body could endure their combined magical weapon strikes without harm?

Seeing their attacks ineffective, Chen Mu grinned and seized the moment, unleashing a flurry of sword techniques that severely wounded the three.

With them incapacitated, Chen Mu turned and rushed toward Xue Tian’s battle zone to join forces against the mid-, late-, and fully fledged Nascent Soul cultivators.

The Nascent Soul leader sneered and muttered, “Worthless fools,” upon seeing his three Early Nascent Soul disciples wounded by a single peak Nascent Foundation youth.

Once Chen Mu joined, he drew away a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, allowing Xue Tian to counterattack.

Xue Tian wielded a massive saber he had somehow acquired. His blade techniques forced the enemy back repeatedly until one slipped, suffering a grievous wound.

Unlike Chen Mu, who showed mercy, Xue Tian delivered a finishing blow, killing the wounded man amid the horrified gazes of onlookers.

The leader’s fury boiled over. “How dare you kill Fanxing Sect disciples? You’re doomed! I will report this to the sect and summon masters to annihilate you all!”

Chen Mu frowned. He hadn’t expected Xue Tian to kill someone so readily. Demons truly were bloodthirsty.

While Chen Mu had slaughtered sects before, it had always been driven by personal vendettas and deep-seated grudges. For him, killing was a matter of choice.

But Xue Tian killed indiscriminately, likely because demons regarded humans as insignificant ants, disposable and unworthy of consideration.

This was the fundamental difference between Chen Mu and Xue Tian’s methods.

Now that Xue Tian had killed, the rift with the Fanxing Sect would only deepen.

Since that was the case, Chen Mu decided to settle the matter once and for all.

After a brief exchange, the mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator fell to Chen Mu’s sword. Xue Tian also finished off most opponents, leaving only the heavily wounded fully fledged Nascent Soul leader, panting and standing alone.

Xue Tian taunted with a smile, “Any last words? Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

The leader gave a grim smile, eyes burning with malice. “I crushed my emergency jade talisman moments ago. Our sect’s masters will arrive soon. Prepare for the relentless pursuit of the Fanxing Sect.”