NOVPUB"You speak lightly, but as the Peak Master of Great Skies, how can you be unrelated?" Qi Hai said.
"I suggest we revoke Lin Beisheng’s position as Peak Master and find someone new to take his place."
"Since when did my position as Peak Master of Great Skies depend on your opinions?" Lin Beisheng frowned and said.
"The ancestors will decide for us."
"I will report this matter to the Main Clan, and we’ll discuss further once the Main Clan makes a decision," Mu Changge said indifferently.
"But for now, you and your son should stay, and wait for everyone’s decision."
Mu Changge stood up with Qin Hansheng, and together with the other eight Peak Masters, they surrounded Xu Zimei and his father with imposing anger.
"Qiu’er, it’s my fault for being incapable of protecting you," Lin Beisheng said with resignation.
"Dad, do you want to unify the Nine Skies?" Zimo asked.
"What?" Lin Beisheng was taken aback for a moment, not yet comprehending Zimo’s words.
"Just wait," Zimo smiled, then turned his head to survey the people present.
He spoke calmly, "I’ll give you two choices. First, recognize my father as the Master of Nine Skies now.
Second, I’ll kill all of you."
"How audacious."
"Tall talker."
"You brat, not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth."
No sooner had Zimo finished speaking than the surrounding crowd erupted in anger, scolding him.
"Do you really think you can break the law just because you have a bit of cultivation?
The Nine Heavens Imperial Sect has been divided for thousands of years; it’s not something you can resolve with just a few words."
"Stop wasting words, seize him first," someone shouted abruptly, attacking Zimo directly.
"Delusional," Zimo snorted coldly.
With the Heavenly Demon bow in hand, Demonic Qi surged around him. He nocked and released an arrow, with endless Demonic Qi swirling around the bowstring.
"Eight Consecutive Kills," Zimo shouted softly, and with that shot, eight Demon Arrows burst out simultaneously.
Heading straight for the eight Peak Masters.
Zimo, aiming for a quick resolution, did not hold back. As the eight Demon Arrows were fired, they moved with astonishing speed, leaving trails in the sky.
Eventually, the trails became too fleeting even to see.
"What is this?" Chang Qing, the Peak Master of Divine Skies, bellowed as he was impaled by a Demon Arrow and pinned to Divine Skies Peak.
Soon after, the other Peak Masters suffered the same fate, each nailed to their respective peaks.
"You," the several Peak Masters looked at Zimo in horror, struggling but unable to free themselves from the Demon Arrows.
"Kill," Qin Hansheng frowned and exchanged a glance with Mu Changge. They charged at Zimo from the left and right.
"If the Great Void Sage of your ancestors were here today, I might be interested in a game," Zimo said lightly.
"As for you, forget it."
He clapped his hands together, and Mu Changge felt an overpowering force he couldn’t resist. He couldn’t even fight back and was sent flying.
Qin Hansheng found himself in the same plight. Struggling to stand up, he saw Zimo walking towards him, step by step.
Zimo grasped his neck with his right hand.
"I hear you have many complaints about our Great Skies Imperial Sect?" Zimo inquired.
"If you kill me, the Main Clan won’t let you off," Qin Hansheng said, struggling.
"Besides, without the Main Clan’s help, the Great Skies Imperial Sect is bound to decline sooner or later."
"It’s a pity you won’t live to see that day," Zimo replied, squeezing his right hand forcefully and snapping the opponent’s neck and head.
He wiped the blood from his hands onto the corpse and tossed the body and the head aside.
Xu Zimei turned his head to look at Mu Changge and said, "I won’t kill you. Go back and deliver a message to the Main Clan.
From now on, Nine Heavens Imperial Sect doesn’t need anyone’s help, nor does it have to be a vassal to your Main Clan.
If there’s anything, let the Great Void Sage come to me directly."
"You’ve become a Saint? I don’t believe it," Mu Changge said, shaking his head as he looked at Xu Zimei.
A young man in his twenties becoming a Saint, such a thing would shatter his worldview, something he would never believe. 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝒄𝙤𝙢
As far as Mu Changge knew, even the fastest ever ascension to sainthood on the Eternal Ancient Continent had taken hundreds of years since ancient times.
The path of the Martial Path is not an easy one, as the saying ’each step, a new Qing Tian’ does not come lightly.
"This isn’t something you should concern yourself with," replied Xu Zimei calmly.
"A Saint is nothing but an ant after all."
"I will convey these words verbatim to the Main Clan," Mu Changge pondered for a moment before ultimately speaking.
"Starting today, there’s no distinction between Main Clan and branches. There’s only Nine Heavens Imperial Sect and the Holy Sect," said Xu Zimei.
Mu Changge gave Xu Zimei a long, hard look before turning to the woman beside him and saying, "Zi’er, let’s go."
After watching the two of them leave by treading through the air, Xu Zimei turned back.
He saw Lin Beisheng staring at him in a daze.
"Father, what’s wrong?" asked Xu Zimei.
"Are you truly Qiu’er?" Lin Beisheng asked.
"How so, do I not resemble him?" Xu Zimei said with a smile.
"Yes, you resemble him in every way, but this temperament of yours is worlds apart from before," Lin Beisheng shook his head.
He sighed, "This time, you have completely offended the Main Clan."
"Isn’t it good for Father to become the Nine Skies Master?" Xu Zimei asked.
"What about the Main Clan? Besides, there are some old ancestors in the other eight branches, they won’t agree," Lin Beisheng shook his head as he spoke.
"No need to rush for Main Clan matters, just let them come to me," Xu Zimei said. "As for the old ancestors from the other eight branches, I will take care of it."
...
For disciples of the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect, it was an unforgettable day.
It was the end of June, during a summer so scorching that the sun blazed like fire.
Disciple Lin Qiu of Great Skies Peak visited all eight major peaks one by one. Before his departure, the heads of the old ancestors from all eight branches were hung on the willow trees in front of the mountains.
People were filled with trepidation, many disciples sequestered themselves in closed-door cultivation, and quite a few hid themselves away.
A few days later, in the afternoon, Peak Master Lin Beisheng of Great Skies Peak called for a grand Sect meeting.
He proposed the idea of uniting the Nine Skies, restructuring the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect.
At the meeting, there was absolute silence, with not a single one daring to oppose.
However, Lin Beisheng had no intention of forcibly retaining anyone. From then on, there were no distinctions within the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect.
Those disciples who chose to stay had to collect the new attire of the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect.
For those who wanted to leave, Lin Beisheng was generous, providing them some dispersal Spirit Stones, only wishing for a future encounter.
Of course, with a thousand different people, the majority of disciples ultimately chose to leave.
After all, having fallen out with the Main Clan, the future of Nine Heavens Imperial Sect was bleak, and the coming days were expected to be hard.
With their aptitude, they could easily join other Sects; there was no need to gamble with their futures.
There were also disciples who had developed deep feelings for the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect and couldn’t bear to leave, ultimately deciding to stay.
Uniting the Nine Skies was a cumbersome affair, not something to be resolved within a few days.
During these days, Lin Beisheng was so busy he nearly never went home.
