Chapter 808

Chapter 808: Sect Competition

"You three needn’t argue further. Since I’ve promised Ye Yun the elder position, even if he faces challenges, our Immortal Dao Sect’s dignity remains intact. Rest assured, I’ve considered everything," Shen Zhongyang declared, silencing the two discontented elders. Though resentment lingered, they dared not show it under his authority.

If their use of demonic energy were exposed, the entire human race would hunt them. Only by joining the Devil Race could they survive—but ordinary talents like theirs would end as slaves, unlike rare geniuses. The luxurious life within the sect outweighed such risks, yet if cornered, they’d prioritize survival. The creed "a dead ally beats a dead self" had long been etched into their minds.

After Shen Zhongyang approved Ye Yun’s promotion, Elder Xing grumbled briefly before quieting. He knew the sect leader suspected the two elders’ sudden power surge. Without proof, Shen Zhongyang couldn’t act, but any evidence of collusion with devils would mean execution.

Elder Xing, enforcer of sect rules, preferred decisive justice. Though eager to purge these parasites, he lacked proof and kept his rage hidden. With evidence, he’d strip their cultivation and ensure they never survived—his confidence absolute.

"But Sect Leader, shouldn’t we meet Ye Yun? Let us witness the youngest elder’s brilliance," a neutral elder interjected, easing Shen Zhongyang’s stern expression.

"Ling’er mentioned he’s in closed-door cultivation. If fortunate, he’ll appear during the competition," Shen Zhongyang replied.

"A pity. Currently, only Shui Lingling and Shui Yingying are notable combatants. Few others meet the standard," another elder sighed, his aged heart desiring the sect’s growth over petty strife.

"Remember, this event centers on Elder Ye Yun. The competition exists to highlight him," Shen Zhongyang countered.

"Yet if he fails, will you revoke his title?" an elder probed.

"This announces our new elder to Lingyao Continent’s sects. Victory or loss doesn’t affect his position," Shen Zhongyang stated coolly. He saw through their jealousy over the Immortal Dao Stone but believed in Ye Yun’s latent potential, unlike their shortsightedness.

Sensing approaching auras, Shen Zhongyang smiled. "Since you wish to meet him, look outside."

The elders detected Shui Lingling and Shui Yingying’s familiar energies—and between them, a mundane First Level Earth Immortal aura. Their hearts sank upon seeing Ye Yun: how could this ordinary youth hold secrets warranting such favor?

Ye Yun ignored their scornful gazes. Having glimpsed dragons soaring, he cared little for ants toiling below. The elders noted his calmness despite their Ninth Level Earth Immortal pressure—a baffling defiance.

"Are you our new elder?" the two elders asked, their threat perception dwindling before his plain appearance.

Ye Yun stayed silent, disdaining engagement. Their demonic energy-fueled aura should’ve cowed any First Level Earth Immortal, yet he stood unfazed.

"With Elder Ye Yun present, I declare the sect competition begins. Expel the weaklings and prepare for guests," Shen Zhongyang announced.

The elders vanished, leaving Ye Yun with the pair. He disregarded their sneers—petty thoughts unworthy of attention.

"Fence-sitters dabbling in demonic energy… typical," the Ancestor remarked.

"Power-seekers discard principles," Ye Yun agreed.

A white light enveloped the girls, teleporting them instantly to a vast battle platform.

"Was spatial law necessary?" Shui Lingling asked. "Will you compete with us?"

"Wouldn’t that be unfair?" Ye Yun smiled. Proving his status sufficed; crushing juniors held no appeal.

"Yet your Immortal spirit energy feels… diminished," she pressed.

"Injuries from cultivation left me at First Level Earth Immortal strength," he admitted. The girls tensed, fearing for him.

"Focus on recovery! This competition means nothing," Shui Lingling chided, relenting at his smile.

As crowds gathered outside, she worried: Ye Yun’s depleted state demanded caution. He aimed only to secure his position before addressing Demon Race matters.

Amid echoing fanfare, Ye Yun observed the arriving "extraordinary geniuses" with mild interest. Seated beside neutral elders, he exchanged pleasantries—they sought favor with a rising star.

The first match, a Nascent Soul-stage duel, passed uneventfully. Ye Yun leaned back, enjoying the trivial spectacle.