Chapter 179: Fairy Biluo

From the deliberation hall to the summit, stone steps wound their way up, flanked by lush green pines. Su Yun did not walk fast, each step landing with steady composure. The aura of the Late Mahayana Stage flowed around him like a thin film of light, keeping the mountain mist at bay.

Qingxuan followed behind him, head bowed, her footsteps as light as a cat's. The other four female Elders also followed in silence, their faces pale and lips tightly pressed. Having been subjected to Enslavement only recently, the mark deep within their Divine Soul was still faintly burning, making it impossible for them to harbor any thought of resistance against this young man.

The mist at the summit was thicker, and the Spiritual Qi was so dense it was almost tangible. The outline of a palace was faintly visible in the mist, with upturned eaves and glazed tiles shimmering with a faint luster. Two female Disciples stood before the palace gate, dressed in deep green long skirts, their faces delicate and their auras steady—both were at the Void Refining Peak Stage.

Seeing Su Yun, they frowned, their hands already resting on their sword hilts.

Su Yun did not stop, walking straight to the palace gate and pushing it open. The two female Disciples drew their swords simultaneously, the sword light like a rainbow, striking directly at his throat. Without even looking, Su Yun tapped his fingers. The sword light shattered instantly, and golden light sank into the centers of their brows.

【Enslavement Successful × 2】

Su Yun pushed the door open and entered. The main hall was spacious, paved with white jade bricks, with several landscape paintings hanging on the walls. At the end of the hall, a woman sat cross-legged on a prayer mat, eyes closed in meditation, a cyan long sword placed before her. She was dressed in an emerald green long skirt, her hair as black as ink draped over her shoulders, her skin as white as jade, and her features exuding a pure, untainted coldness—Late Mahayana Stage, Master of Biluo Palace, Fairy Biluo.

She opened her eyes, her gaze calm as water, falling upon Su Yun: "Who are you?"

Su Yun walked opposite her and sat on a prayer mat, saying indifferently: "Qinghe Sect, Su Yun."

Fairy Biluo's gaze lingered on him for a moment, and she nodded slightly: "Late Mahayana Stage, solid Foundation, steady aura. When did such a figure emerge in the Immortal Realm?"

Su Yun did not respond, instead flipping his hand, and a ball of golden light appeared in his palm. The light was warm and pure, like a tiny sun, illuminating the entire hall.

Fairy Biluo stared at the golden light, a flicker of emotion flashing in her eyes: "What is this?"

"A type of mark," Su Yun said calmly. "Once planted, your cultivation will have a Breakthrough."

Fairy Biluo's brows twitched slightly. She had been stuck at the Late Mahayana Stage for over a thousand years, unable to touch the threshold of the Peak. At this moment, this ball of golden light sparked a glimmer of expectation in her heart, yet she still made no move.

"Why should I trust you?"

Su Yun looked at her, his voice flat yet carrying an unquestionable strength: "You have no choice."

Fairy Biluo's expression darkened, and she raised her hand to summon the cyan long sword. The sword body hummed, Sword Intent soaring to the heavens, and the pressure of the Late Mahayana Stage erupted instantly, causing the entire hall to tremble.

She slashed with her sword, the sword light like a rainbow, unleashing her full power directly at Su Yun's face.

Su Yun sat where he was and struck out with his palm. The force of his fist collided with the sword light, a thunderous roar shaking the hall, and the landscape paintings on the walls were blown away by the shockwave. Fairy Biluo retreated three steps, while Su Yun remained motionless.

Her expression changed drastically. Just as she was about to speak, Su Yun was already upon her, having closed the distance in one step, and tapped his finger out. Fairy Biluo hurriedly swung her sword to block, but the long sword was slapped away by his palm. She backhanded a strike toward Su Yun's chest; Su Yun took it head-on, feeling sharp pain in his chest, yet he did not retreat, his fingertip accurately tapping the center of her brow.

The golden light flashed and entered.

【Enslavement Successful】

【New Slave Acquired: Fairy Biluo】

【Loyalty: 38】

【Received partial Spiritual Power feedback, cultivation improved】

Fairy Biluo's body stiffened abruptly, and the coldness in her eyes quickly turned into submission. She lowered her head and said softly: "Master."

Su Yun withdrew his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and turned to look outside the hall. The five female Elders were still standing at the entrance, heads bowed, not daring to look up.

He sat in the main seat of the hall, with Fairy Biluo standing obediently by his side. Su Yun asked: "How many female Disciples of Biluo Palace have not yet been subdued?"

"Twenty-one thousand in total, including the Outer Sect and Inner Sect," Fairy Biluo replied. "Qingxuan and the others subdued a portion earlier, but the majority have not been touched."

"Summon them all here."

"As you command."

Half an hour later, twenty-one thousand female Disciples of Biluo Palace arrived from various places and gathered in the summit plaza. A sea of deep green long skirts stretched from the plaza all the way to the mountain path. They did not know what had happened, having been urgently summoned by the Palace Master, and the buzzing of their discussions sounded like an exploded marketplace.

Su Yun walked out of the hall and stood on the high steps, his gaze sweeping over the twenty-one thousand faces, each with their own unique charm, before walking down the steps.

Starting from the first row, he tapped them one by one. Golden light lit up in succession under the sunlight, like countless golden butterflies dancing among the crowd. With every point of golden light, a strand of feedback Spiritual Power poured into his Dantian.

Twenty-one thousand people—it took a full day.

【Enslavement Successful × 21000】

【Received partial Spiritual Power feedback × 21000, cultivation significantly improved】

Su Yun stood in the center of the plaza, closing his eyes to feel the surging power within his body. The feedback Spiritual Power from twenty-one thousand female cultivators gathered into a mighty river, pouring continuously into his Dantian from the Void Realm. His cultivation surged forward significantly from the Late Mahayana Stage, drawing ever closer to the Peak.

He opened his eyes and looked into the distance.

The Seven Great Immortal Sects of the Immortal Realm—Qingyun Palace, Zixia Sect, Heavenly Sword Sect, Wanhua Valley, Star Pavilion, Taixu Hall, and Biluo Palace—were now all in his hands. From today on, the Immortal Realm would bear the surname Su.

Fairy Biluo walked behind him and said softly: "Master, how shall we proceed?"

Su Yun thought for a moment, his voice flat yet carrying an unquestionable decisiveness: "Reorganize. Unify the female Disciples of the seven Immortal Sects and have them Cultivate together. Disband all male Disciples; give Spirit Stones to those willing to leave, and for those unwilling, abolish their cultivation and keep them on the mountain as menial laborers."

Fairy Biluo was slightly stunned: "The male Disciples of the seven Immortal Sects add up to about forty or fifty thousand…"

"Too many. They cannot stay," Su Yun said indifferently.

Fairy Biluo nodded and turned to make arrangements.

Su Yun stood at the summit, gazing at the golden-red sea of clouds beneath his feet. The setting sun had dyed the sea of clouds like a burning ocean. He took a deep breath and turned to walk back into the hall.

The hall was empty, with only the cyan long sword still lying on the ground. He bent down to pick it up, flicking it casually, and the sword light left a deep sword scar on the wall.

He sat on the prayer mat. Inside his Dantian, the feedback Spiritual Power was still pouring in continuously. His cultivation climbed steadily, having reached the Half-Step Peak Mahayana Stage. If he subdued one more batch of female cultivators, he would be able to truly achieve a Breakthrough.

There were no more female cultivators left to subdue in the Immortal Realm. The female Disciples of the Seven Great Immortal Sects were all in his hands, and the number of female cultivators among the Loose Cultivators was too small to be worth mentioning. He needed to go to a further place—the Divine Realm.

Su Yun took out Master Void's Jade Slip regarding the Mahayana Stage from his storage ring and read it again. At the end of the Jade Slip, Master Void had left a passage: After the Peak Mahayana Stage, one can shatter the Void Realm and Ascend to the Divine Realm. The Divine Realm has richer resources and a broader world, but Ascension requires passing the Divine Tribulation, which is a hundred times stronger than the Heavenly Tribulation, a life-and-death trial.

Su Yun put down the Jade Slip.

The Divine Tribulation—he did not fear it. With the feedback Spiritual Power of tens of thousands of enslaved souls protecting his body, the strength of True Monarch Bingpo and the Blood-colored Girl bolstering him, and the void node slowly rotating deep within his Dantian, he had the confidence to endure it.

But he was not in a hurry. First, he would handle the affairs of the Immortal Realm, integrate the Seven Great Immortal Sects into a single force, and then Ascend with peace of mind.

The night wind blew, carrying the fragrance of flowers and grass. He stood outside the hall, the corners of his mouth curling slightly upward.