Chapter 277: The Rise of Tianxuan

Atop Tianfeng, where spiritual energy was highly concentrated, by the time Su Che arrived, over a hundred Golden Core elders had already gathered on the peak, along with the five Yuan Ying Patriarchs.
All of them stood in the square outside the Patriarchal Hall, while the abundant spiritual energy from heaven and earth flowed into the hall like surging rivers. Undoubtedly, the one who had achieved the Yuan Ying stage was inside the hall—even the five Patriarchs had made room for them and waited patiently outside.
Su Che descended from the sky and landed beside Zixiao. Suppressing his excitement, he asked in a deep voice, “Who is it?”
“Xuanji.”
It wasn’t just Zixiao who answered; all five Patriarchs replied together with smiles on their faces.
Seeing their expressions, Su Che became fully confident: His master’s attainment of the Yuan Ying stage was a certainty—no more risks or surprises. The sixth Yuan Ying Patriarch of Tianxuan Sect had been born!
“That’s great!”
Su Che’s joy was evident on his face. He was so excited he wanted to shout, but he didn’t dare disturb his master inside the hall at this critical moment.
The supreme Patriarch said with a smile, “However, starting from today, the title ‘Venerable Xuanji’ no longer belongs to him. He must revert to his original title—‘Venerable Xuanzhong’.”
“Xuanzhong?”
Only then did Su Che realize that his master’s original title before becoming Venerable Xuanji was Xuanzhong. At first hearing it, it did seem a bit unfamiliar.
“Since my master has been promoted to a Venerable, he can no longer hold the position of Peak Venerable. The sect will appoint another late-stage Golden Core elder as the new Venerable Xuanji…”
Su Che thought to himself, “My master originally practiced Golden Core cultivation methods, so the title Xuanzhong suits his majestic presence, as solid as a mountain.”
With the help of the protective array, the efficiency of gathering spiritual energy could be increased by dozens of times. At this moment, the highly concentrated spiritual energy had taken on a visible cloud-like form, flowing continuously into the Patriarchal Hall.
This process lasted for several hours, showing just how great the capacity of a cultivator’s Yuan Ying stage could be.
Gradually, the intensity and volume of the gathered spiritual energy began to decline—a clear sign that the task was complete. Outside the hall, everyone watched eagerly, hoping the figure inside would emerge soon.
Cultivators needed to endure tribulations to reach the Core Formation stage, but achieving Yuan Ying did not require such tribulations. Only when they advanced to the Divine Transformation stage and ascended to the spiritual realm would they face the second major tribulation on their cultivation path.
After about half an hour more, the gathering of spiritual energy completely stopped. The clouds, colorful mists, and other natural phenomena also dissipated, and a figure slowly stepped out of the Patriarchal Hall.

The sixth Yuan Ying ancestor of the Tianxuan Sect, Xuan Zhong.
“Xuan Zhong, I greet the five senior brothers.”
Su Che’s master, once the Venerable Mysterious Mechanism and now the “Ancestor Xuan Zhong,” stood before the sect hall and bowed to the Supreme Patriarch and the other five ancestors.
“Junior brother Xuan Zhong.”
The five ancestors returned the bow in unison.
Boom!
On top of Tianfeng, hundreds of Golden Core ancestors cheered together, then shouted in unison, “Uncle Xuan Zhong, Supreme Elder Xuan Zhong!”
“Uncle Xuan Zhong, Supreme Elder Xuan Zhong!”
“Uncle Xuan Zhong, Supreme Elder Xuan Zhong!”
They repeated this three times, including the nine venerables of the main peaks, and of course, the Venerable Heavenly Essence as well.
“Finally, we get to call this person ‘uncle’…” At this moment, the Venerable Heavenly Essence’s thoughts must have been indescribable.
At the same time, Su Che wore a smile, though two lines of tears silently streamed down his face. It wasn’t from extreme joy or deep emotion; Su Che couldn’t quite explain what he felt—only that his master’s long-cherished dream had finally become reality…
The dream of reaching Yuan Ying had finally come true!
“Che, I’m fortunate to have reached Yuan Ying before you,” Xuan Zhong said gently as he approached Su Che. “All this fortune is thanks to you. I needn’t say thank you. In any case, taking you as my disciple is the greatest blessing of my life.”
“Master, you’re too kind.”
Su Che wiped away his tears and smiled. “I’m just curious—from today onward, should I call you ‘master’ or ‘ancestor’?”
“Haha…”
The Supreme Patriarch and the other ancestors, along with the elders present, burst into laughter.
As the top disciple of the third generation, Su Che should naturally call the first-generation Yuan Ying ancestor “ancestor.”
However, Su Che himself already had a Golden Core cultivation level, placing him among the second generation of Golden Core cultivators. Moreover, since Xuan Zhong was his master, the relationship became somewhat complicated…
“Similar situations have occurred a few times in the sect’s history,” said Elder Qingxuan, stroking his beard. “In public, we must follow the hierarchy; privately, our titles can be more casual. But Tianyu’s case is special—he likely skipped directly from the third-generation disciples to the first-generation ancestors, without a second-generation transition, which makes things a bit chaotic.”
Everyone laughed again. Of course, it was just a trivial matter, easily dismissed with a smile.

Three days later, Tianxuanzong held a grand ceremony and announced to the world that it had produced its sixth great cultivator at the Yuan Ying stage—Elder Xuanzhong! Several nearby super sects sent representatives to offer congratulations; the leaders of larger and smaller sects all came in person to pay their respects. Yet this was still nothing compared to what the high-ranking figures of various sects knew—before long, Tianxuanzong would see the emergence of its seventh Yuan Ying cultivator… As expected, two months later, Tianxuanzong’s leader, Tianfeng, once again witnessed a celestial phenomenon of spiritual energy converging. That very afternoon, the seventh Yuan Ying elder, “Qiuyue,” was born. As the consort of the supreme leader, Qiuyue had been stuck at the late stage of the Golden Dan realm for over two hundred years. It could be said that her accumulated strength in all aspects was even greater than that of the original Xuanji Venerable. It was merely due to personal and cultivation method reasons that she was missing the final key— the Xuanji Divine Pill. Once that opportunity arrived, her Yuan Ying form would naturally form. There was a certain inevitable connection between these events. Thus, two months later, Tianxuanzong announced once again to the world that it had produced its seventh great cultivator at the Yuan Ying stage—Elder Qiuyue! The cultivation world was in an uproar; it seemed that Tianxuanzong’s rise was now unstoppable… On a certain day of the same month, in a remote mountainous area of the cultivation world, the leaders of seven major sects, including Taiyi Gate and Wan Gui Sect, gathered there to discuss a strategy in response to the continuous emergence of Yuan Ying cultivators from Tianxuanzong. “Is Tianxuanzong’s top direct disciple truly that sinister?” The appearance and voice of the Holy Patriarch of the Blood God Sect still exuded extreme, alluring charm. It was hard to believe she was a woman over six hundred years old. “As far as I know, Tianxuanzong’s top direct disciple is also known as the Child of Fate,” said the leader of Taiyi Gate, Taixu, in a deep voice. “His personal strength isn’t terrifying; what’s terrifying is that he is the embodiment of his sect’s fate. Fate, which is originally unpredictable and uncontrollable, can be manifested concretely through him.” “So that means…” Wan Gui Lao Mo interjected, “every time this kid raises his strength by one level, it means Tianxuanzong’s fate grows stronger. If he reaches the Yuan Ying stage, won’t Tianxuanzong’s fate become even more overwhelming?” “Yes,” Taixu nodded. “Tianxuanzong’s history of growth is essentially the ladder built by the twelve top direct disciples throughout history.” “We must eliminate him as soon as possible!” said an old man with white hair and a youthful face in a deep voice. This man was Elder Haotian, the leader of Lingyao Mountain and one of the foremost pill-making masters in the cultivation world of Qiyuan Star. “Difficult!”

The Patriarch of Taixu shook his head and said, “The Tianxuan Sect now has seven ancient ancestors who protect Tianyu extremely well. How could they allow us to find a weakness to eliminate their Fate-Born Sons?”
“The protective formation of the Tianxuan Sect is incredibly powerful; the Wan Gui Sect surely won’t send anyone to risk infiltrating again,” the Old Demon of Wan Gui snarled coldly. “An ancient ancestor at the Yuan Ying stage sneaking into someone else’s home and getting caught, becoming a prisoner… If he lost face like this once more, even as a ghost, he’d be laughed at!”
“Then let’s wait for him to come out! I don’t believe he’ll hide inside the sect forever and never leave.”
The silver-bell-like voice of the Holy Patriarch of the Blood God Sect rang out again, “We all have insiders in the Tianxuan Sect. Let them find ways to get close to that Tianyu and become his confidants as much as possible, so as to keep a thorough grasp of his movements.”
At this point, her gaze shifted to another female ancient ancestor. “Sister Illusion Demon, your Illusion Demon Sect is most skilled at such things. Shouldn’t we use that key figure we have planted in the Tianxuan Sect now?”
“A key figure? I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” the leader of the Illusion Demon Sect said, her face obscured by a misty veil, making it impossible to see her true appearance.
“Really?” The Holy Patriarch of the Blood God Sect giggled. “At such a critical moment, Sister Illusion Demon, don’t play dumb. I already know that there must be a high-ranking figure within my sect—your Illusion Demon Sect’s top-level insider. It’s just that this person is too cunning, and I’ve yet to figure out who they are.”
The Patriarch of Taixu, the Old Demon of Wan Gui, and the others all nodded slightly. Everyone had heard of the legend of the Illusion Demon Sect’s “top-level insider.”
It was said that among all the supreme sects in both the immortal and demon realms, there was always an Illusion Demon Sect insider in a high position, yet over countless years, no sect had ever managed to expose such an infiltrator. This was precisely what made the name “Illusion Demon” so terrifying.
“It’s just an exaggerated, vague legend,” the leader of the Illusion Demon Sect said calmly. “Our sect is indeed good at such things, but not to the extent you think.”
The Holy Patriarch of the Blood God Sect giggled again, clearly unconvinced.
“Sister Illusion Demon, since you admit that this ability is your sect’s strength, then we must rely on you to take care of this matter,” the Patriarch of Taixu said humbly.
“Yes, to keep track of that kid Tianyu, we indeed need to depend on Sister Illusion Demon,” nodded the Ancient Patriarch of Lingyao Mountain. “As for how to eliminate him, the six of us sects will contribute our efforts.”
The Old Demon of Wan Gui and the others all nodded.

“Alright,” the Demon Lord nodded gently. “I’ll do my best. But let me make things clear upfront—if the Tianxuan Sect discovers my insider and sets a trap to cause you losses, don’t blame me afterward.”
These thousand-year-old Yuan Ying ancestors considered everything extremely thoroughly, anticipating failure before success.
“Of course not!”
The Tai Xu Sect Leader said with a smile, “It’s up to us to plan, but success depends on fate. Everyone should do their best, and no matter the outcome, we shouldn’t blame each other.”
“That’s right!”
The other elders also agreed in unison.