lacid eyes rippled with agitation.The Imperial Falling Bell beside him rang silently, its imposing presence no less powerful than a great drum.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to t...The Hongling Mountains.
Bloodshed and conflict are incessant.
But there is one place that remains untouched by conflict. Many cultivators who dislike fighting gather here, and it has also become a sizable market.
Red Ridge Alley!
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This is the name of the market.
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The two characters "Hong Ling" are not taken from the Hongling Mountain Range, but from the name of a powerful individual.
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For over two hundred years, the name of Patriarch Hongling has spread far and wide. Not only here in the Hongling Mountains, but even outside of them, many cultivators have heard of this powerful God Monarch's name.
This is quite normal.
Any divine being of strength enjoys a revered status and is capable of guarding an entire realm.
Even among the top powers, a God Monarch holds a distinguished status.
Moreover.
Hongling Mountain Range lies at the fringe of the Netherworld, a barren wasteland to begin with. Few powerful beings are willing to come here due to its meager resources, so the appearance of a stranger godking naturally causes quite a stir.
In the marketplace.
In a manor, a man in embroidered robes sat listening to his subordinates report. After a long time, he finally waved his hand.
"As for those troublesome cultivators, there's no need to be polite. Just suppress them directly. If this matter angers the reclusive Red Ridge Ancestor, the consequences are self-evident."
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"Yes!"
Upon hearing this, the monk's body trembled slightly, and he hastily bowed in acceptance before retreating.
In the lobby.
Duàn Jǐng's complexion was arrogant, completely different from before. However, when he looked in a certain direction, there was also awe in his eyes.
The scene broke as she whispered softly.
He knew.
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Now that I have such status and power, it's all thanks to the mysterious Red Ridge Ancestor.
Since two hundred years ago, more and more cultivators have come here for refuge, making it exceptionally lively.
Later.
The scene breaks as the direct action is taken. They openly proclaim to have received authorization from the Red Ridge Ancestor, establishing the Red Ridge Market for all cultivators to reside and conduct business.
As for this news, other cultivators were naturally half-believing and half-doubting.
But the problem is.
The Red Ridge Ancestor had always been in seclusion, rarely appearing before others. Even though other cultivators were suspicious, they couldn't find a way to inquire about him.
More importantly.
The master of the broken view is a powerful figure at the tenth level of the Divine Lord realm. In the entire Crimson Ridge Mountains, such strength is considered top-tier.
Under the double deterrence of the banner of the divine sovereign and the tenfold strength of the divine master, it really allowed Duankeng to open up the market.
The purpose of establishing this market was very simple: to rely on it to earn some resources for their future cultivation.
You know.
A market opened in the name of a deity would naturally attract many people.
As long as a small commission is extracted from each transaction, the accumulated amount over time can be extremely terrifying.
It was originally.
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It doesn't want to do that.
After all, impersonating a deity’s name carries the risk of dire consequences if exposed.
But the problem is.
Having spent over ten years cultivating within the Divine Master's Realm, his lifespan was already dwindling. He had been relentlessly pushing his cultivation to reach the realm of God Monarch in the Crimson Ridge Mountain Range, desperately seeking a breakthrough opportunity.
Alas.
A good drama is hard to come by.
Even if the boundary separating him from divinity is just a step away, he can never take that step and truly succeed in breaking through.
Knowing that his lifespan was drawing to a close, Jing could only grit his teeth and take the gamble. He had to try his luck.
At the beginning.
Every time the scene changed, he would feel a wave of anxiety, fearing that the ancestor Hongling might notice him and come out to kill him directly.
But later, Duankeng discovered that the Red Ridge Ancestor had remained completely motionless. The worry he'd felt gradually subsided.
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There was no movement.
Either the other party is truly isolated, completely unaware of what's happening outside, or they are genuinely indifferent to other matters and only step in when it directly affects them.
Both.
> In fact, duanjing is more inclined towards the latter.
After all, the Divine Lord's powers are vast, and he would surely not be completely unaware of what happens in the outside world.
A desperate gamble, that's what a "breakthrough" is. Trying to find a sliver of hope between life and death. Now it seems like he's struck lucky.
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Since the Red Ridge Patriarch truly did not care about outside affairs, Duan Jing just continued to put on a show and make the Red Ridge market flourish.
However.
As for others who dared to make trouble in Honglingfang Market, Duan Jing was also merciless.
After all, since the Red Ridge Ancestor was devoted to cultivation, he definitely couldn't allow other cultivators to disturb him. Any cultivator who dared to cause trouble in the Red Ridge Market or within a radius of ten thousand miles would be suppressed by him at the first opportunity.
That's also why.
Over the years, Duan Jing has benefited from the bustling market, exchanging for a considerable amount of cultivation resources. His cultivation base has also steadily improved. Although he hasn't truly broken through to the Divine Monarch realm, he has taken a significant step forward above the tenth level of the Divine Master.
Unless something unexpected happens.
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At his current rate of progress, he stands a good chance of breaking through to the rank of Divine Lord before his lifespan runs out.
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Just then.
A strange middle-aged cultivator suddenly appeared in the hall. Duànjǐng saw this, his eyes immediately narrowed, a cold light shooting from his pupils, his face turning cold and stern as he abruptly rose from his seat.
“Who are you, cultivator, to dare trespass here!”
In the meantime.
The scene had already darkened as a piece of communication jade talisman was crushed, sending this message out.
The cultivator before me was unfamiliar, but the fact that they could appear here silently meant their power was definitely not to be underestimated.
As for such a mysterious cultivator, Duanjing also maintained utmost vigilance.
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Upon hearing the question, Shen Changqing's face remained impassive, his voice betraying no discernible change in emotion.
“You established this Honglingfang market in my name, yet now you dare to ask who I am How bold!”
As soon as these words were spoken.
The scene changed abruptly, and his face turned pale with anger.
Before he could even speak, a terrifying aura erupted from Shen Changqing's body, instantly enveloping the entire hall.
Space is frozen.
Time seemed to be completely frozen.
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"Plop!"
The scene broke down and knelt on the ground abruptly, his face ashen, cold sweat flowing from his forehead.
"This junior is ignorant of the divine one's presence, a thousand deaths are not enough to atone for my sins. I beg for the divine one's forgiveness!"
That's it.
He was so scared that he slammed his head down, afraid that Shen Changqing would slap him to death the next moment.
It was unexpected, the seemingly unremarkable middle-aged cultivator before him turned out to be the renowned Red Ridge Patriarch.
However.
As for Shen Changqing's identity, Duan Jing had no doubts whatsoever.
The reason is very simple.
The terrifying aura emanating from the other party caused even Duan Jing, a demigod of the tenth level, to tremble with fear. His divine soul and spiritual energy were completely immobilized.
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He had no doubt that if this aura truly erupted in its entirety, he would be obliterated on the spot.
The might of the divine!
It was terrifying!
Having practiced in seclusion for many years, Duanjingsheng had also encountered other divine lords. However, compared to the Hongling Patriarch, those divine lords were utterly insignificant.
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Always.
He thought that Shen Changqing was just an ordinary god.
But now.
The scene is now clear.
I was very wrong. I made a huge mistake.
This Hongling Ancestor was not only a God Monarch, but also the top expert among God Monarchs. Otherwise, he wouldn't possess such terrifying pressure.
> With just a slight flick of a finger, they could crush their own existence.
This moment.
The scenery is really scary.
He was filled with terror and dread.
To impersonate a deity is punishable by death, no matter where you do it.
Even if Duan Jing had prepared himself mentally, when things actually happened, he truly understood that he could never overcome the fear death brought.
He wants to live.
And whether he can live depends on the other party's next decision.
So.
Duankeng could only keep kowtowing and begging for mercy, hoping the other party would spare his life.
Just then.
Upon receiving the fragmented message, some cultivators under his command also stepped into the hall.
Before these cultivators could even speak, they were all pressed to the ground by that terrifying aura, completely unable to stand up.
Some cultivators with weaker cultivation bases were even shattered and completely reduced to ashes.
This scene.
The remaining cultivators were terrified.
Especially seeing those former high and mighty figures now prostrating themselves in a lowly manner, begging for mercy, their hearts were filled with even greater fear.
Shen Changqing walked slowly to the main seat where Duan Jing had been sitting before and sat down.
That terrifying pressure permeated the hall, with all other cultivators prostrating themselves on the ground. Only Duan Jing continued to kowtow incessantly, begging for mercy.
"To usurp the name of a deity is surely a death penalty..."
Shen Changqing's calm voice rang out in the hall, causing Duan Jing to pause his kowtowing and look up with fear on his face.
But before he could speak, Shen Changqing changed the subject again.
“However, these years you've managed the Honglingfang Market quite well. At least you haven't caused trouble for other cultivators, nor have you disturbed my cultivation.”
"In that case, it would at least partially offset some of the sin..."
As soon as these words were spoken.
Suddenly, a strong desire to survive flashed across his face.
"The Ancestor is wise!"
At this time.
The other cultivators looked at Shen Changqing with even more fear in their eyes.
Ancestors!
They never expected that the middle-aged cultivator before them was Red Ridge Ancestor.
To my surprise.
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The scene is so bold, it actually dares to impersonate the deity's name and directly establish the Honglingfang Market.
You know.
Such actions, if not handled carefully, will result in death and destruction.
This moment.
These cultivators cursed Duankeng a thousand times in their hearts, wishing they could skin him, draw out his tendons and bones, and turn him into ashes.
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If the monks themselves were aware of the impropriety of disrupting the sutra and acting on their own accord, they would never have colluded.
After all, even if Honglingfang Market has high profits, it's not worth offending a divine lord for it.
And moreover.
This Hongling Ancestor was incredibly powerful. With just a breath, he could obliterate weaker gods and leave higher-ranked cultivators writhing on the ground, unable to move.
Even a typical god wouldn't be capable of such a feat.
Visible.
The person before me is incredibly powerful, far more frightening than an ordinary God King.
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