I'm Actually a Cultivation Bigshot

Chapter 840 The Gray Mist’s Power of Influence

The Heavenly Palace people’s faces immediately became solemn when they received the order. They then bid the Elite King and Su Chen farewell before they rushed to complete their new mission. Once they were back in the Origins Realm, they were surprised to see that the unknown gray mist was gone.

“Have…have…have we come to the right place?” “Where’s all the unknown gray mist?! The upheavals?! The terrifying auras?!”

“I was expecting a little more chaos than this! Why did things suddenly go back to normal?”

Cultivator Junjun and the others clearly remembered what state the Origins Realm was in before they went back to the Ancient Forbidden Area. It had not even been half a day before they returned and all the unknown gray mist was gone? Was someone playing a trick on them?

“It must be because of the arrow shot by the expert!” said Goddess Nuwa in a flurry.

Cultivator Junjun nodded and said, “Yes, that’s right! The power of the expert’s arrow is simply ancient, and since he was the one that shot the arrow, it naturally suppressed the Unknown! It turns out everything was under his control after all.”

“A single arrow to calm the turmoil. This is certainly the expert’s style. It’s a shame we didn’t get to see it with our own eyes,” said Xiao Chengfeng in awe.

“Now that the expert has suppressed the Unknown, all that’s left for us to do is to collect the gray mist. We must take this opportunity to make sure that it’s all cleared up!” said Yang Jing.

Everybody nodded their heads firmly and immediately got to work. However, it was not easy to find the gray mist since it had retreated, so they asked the Heavenly Soldiers to inquire about its whereabouts while they went to the Yun Clan to see if they could dig up any information from them.

The Yun Clan had just experienced the calamity of the ancestral land and were recuperating, but they got up immediately when they saw the Heavenly Palace people.

“Fellow Taoists, the arrow that ripped through the sky… Was it the expert’s doing?” asked the Yun Chief all red in the face. His voice was trembling with respect.

Yang Jing nodded cautiously and said in a low voice, “Keep this matter between yourselves. The expert’s trying to cover his tracks from his opponents!”

The Yun Chief, whose body was trembling uncontrollably with excitement, nodded vigorously and said, “Yes, of course! My lips are sealed”

He was so overcome with emotion that there were even tears pooling up in his eyes.

Xiao Chengfeng was stunned and could not help but ask, “Why are you crying? Did something else happen while we were gone?”

‘Wow, he’s even better than us at bootlicking! He was touched just by receiving a crumb of news about the expert! I’ve never seen such a pro. He’s a formidable rival, alright!’

The Yun Chief wiped away his tears and said, “To be honest, our master has never mentioned that he was training under an absolute power. Even though I’ve never seen him, I can feel the respect that our master has for him. The recent catastrophe gave me a feeling that the absolute power has returned. That’s why I was so excited.”

‘The supreme powers were actually training under an absolute power?!’ thought the Heavenly Palace people with shock. Then, they recalled that the Gravekeeper saying ‘he’ had returned. They were right to guess that the expert was the one who suppressed the Unknown in the past. He was just continuing the battle at that moment.

“I’m sure the expert will be able to completely erase the Unknown for good since he has our assistance this time!” said Xiao Chengfeng staunchly.

“Chief Yunchen, we’re on a mission to collect the unknown gray mist. Do you have any idea how we can find it?” asked Cultivator Junjun.

“Simple. Although the expert has managed to force the unknown gray mist into retreat, those who have been contaminated with it would sooner or later rear their heads again. By then, you’d only have to capture it,” said the Yun Chief.

Goddess Nuwa furrowed her brows and said a little grudgingly, “That means we can only wait for them to show themselves?”

“Not exactly. When the unknown gray mist broke out, I noted down the places where it was the thickest. The nearest place is southwest from here,” said the Yun Chief with a smile.

The thicker the unknown gray mist, the easier it would be to find its trace.

“Southwest, you say? Okay, we’ll go check it out right now!” said Cultivator Junjun, and the Heavenly Palace people immediately left in that direction.

Although just a small sect, the Ethereal Sect was renowned for its peaceful outlook and regarded as one of the powerhouses in the area. The disciples spent their days cultivating ethereal artistic conception and lived a free and idle life when they were not cultivating

The sect master, Bei Yunchang, was at the peak of being a second-step Wisdom Elite, not weak by any count. Still, the Ethereal Sect fell into a catastrophe shortly after the eruption of the unknown gray mist. At that moment, the scent of death permeated the air and the square before the main hall was stained red with the deluge of blood raining from above. The disciples were battling each other.

A disciple dressed in the Ethereal Sect’s uniform strode into the hall domineeringly. He kept his gaze fixed on the old man in the center of the hall and said in a low voice, “Master, things wouldn’t have turned out like this if you had handed over the Ethereal Sutra when I asked for it.”

He was the Ethereal Sect’s most senior disciple—Song Ming.

Bei Yunchang’s pupils shrank slightly when he noticed the gray mist in Song Ming’s eyes. “You’re cultivating with the help of that unknown gray mist?”

“How else could I have gotten this sudden increase in power?” asked Song Ming with a smirk.

“You b*stard disciple! How many times have I told you that you need to stay vigilant on the path of immortal cultivation? How can you absorb the gray mist when there’s obviously something evil behind it?!”

“You’re the one who forced me into doing that! I wouldn’t have to risk absorbing the gray mist if you had just handed over the Ethereal Sutra to me. This is all your fault! Hand over the Ethereal Sutra now!” said Song Ming savagely.

Bei Yunchang closed his eyes as if he was in pain. He sighed and said, “The disciples outside who had revolted with you, did they absorb the gray mist, too?”.

Song Ming laughed and said, “Hahaha, who doesn’t like power? This world has always been built on the strong eating the weak. Weakness is sin, and sinners must pay with their lives!”

Bei Yunchang walked forward slowly with his hands folded behind his back. His aura was flowing. “You must be delusional to think I’d hand over the Ethereal Sutra to you now. Those who have absorbed the unknown gray mist, step out this instance! I’m going to wipe out each and every one of you from the sect today!”

His eyes swept across the hall and his aura became stronger and stronger, displaying his unquestionable authority as a sect master.

The disciples who were standing on his right raised their swords…and so did the disciples on the left. The dozen or so disciples who could be in this hall were all talented inner disciples, but at that moment, they all raised their long swords toward Bei Yunchang.

Bei Yunchang’s aura that was still rising suddenly halted and the expression on his face was no longer calm but a little dazed. ‘All the disciples I’m proud of are revolting against me?’

The situation outside was not optimistic as well. A rough count put the estimation of the disciples who had absorbed the unknown gray mist at 80 percent. Because of that, their spiritual cultivation had received a huge boost.

Bei Yunchang’s heart slowly sank.’There’s no way I can win against a force like this!’