Chapter 69 - 70: Right and Wrong Are of Little Importance!

Chapter 69: Chapter 70: Right and Wrong Are of Little Importance!

Magnus Calder’s pupils contracted. His face filled with shock.

How could he have imagined that such a terrible connection existed between the Ashen Thorn Sect and the Mercer Family of Crownfall Mountain?

"P-Please, Clan Head Julian, hear me out! There must be some misunderstanding!"

Magnus’s expression turned bitter. Deep regret filled his heart.

If he had known about this grievance, he would have stayed as far away from Crownfall Mountain as possible. Even if someone had beaten him to death, he would never have come here to walk into a trap.

Julian glanced at him coldly.

"Your Ashen Thorn Sect crippled a member of my family. I have little interest in hearing your excuses or weighing the rights and wrongs of the matter."

As his voice fell, a terrifying aura surged upward and filled the entire hall!

Magnus panicked. His body trembled uncontrollably.

He had never expected Julian to be so domineering and protective of his family.

The man was going to attack without even asking for an explanation!

"Clan Head Julian..."

Desperate to save his life, Magnus tried to explain.

But before he could finish speaking, a streak of Pure Yang Primordial Energy shot toward him!

Whoosh!

It moved too fast for him to defend against.

In an instant, the Pure Yang Primordial Energy pierced Magnus’s Dantian and shattered his Origin Sea!

"I have always been fair in my dealings. Since you destroyed Adrian’s Dantian, I shall destroy the Dantians of everyone in your Ashen Thorn Sect!"

Julian’s cold voice echoed through the hall.

Magnus collapsed to the floor, his face twisted with terror.

He could feel that his Dantian had been pierced through, while his Origin Sea, which held his accumulated energy, had been shattered.

Countless streams of energy escaped from his body.

His cultivation began to fall at a visible rate.

Within a few breaths, Magnus’s cultivation plunged to the Bone Tempering Realm Ninth Layer!

But that was not the end.

Without Spiritual Qi to nourish his body, his physical condition began to deteriorate. His cultivation continued to fall, passing through the Blood Tempering Realm and the Body Tempering Realm.

In the end, he became an ordinary mortal, with not a trace of cultivation left.

Julian continued in the same calm tone.

"From this day forward, you will serve as a slave of the Mercer Family. Without permission, you are forbidden from leaving Crownfall Mountain for the rest of your life. For now, you will manage our Medicine Field."

The Mercer Family already possessed an Earth Rank Low Grade Spiritual Field. Naturally, someone had to take care of the Spirit Herbs growing there.

Planting, watering, fertilizing, and tending to the herbs would all require time and effort.

There was no reason to burden the family members with such chores when they could spend that time cultivating.

The Ashen Thorn Sect’s people were perfect for the job.

After learning that his life would be spared, Magnus showed no relief.

His face remained ashen.

For someone who had once been an Origin Sea Realm cultivator, losing all his cultivation and becoming a mortal was worse than death.

Julian paid him no further attention. Instead, he turned toward Eamon and gave another order.

"Since things have come to this, there is no need for the Ashen Thorn Sect to continue existing. Go there and find the person who crippled Adrian’s Dantian. Abolish the cultivation of every senior member of the sect. The ordinary disciples may leave if they wish."

"Afterward, bring everyone who remains back to Crownfall Mountain and assign them to the Medicine Field. They can keep Sect Master Calder company."

"Yes, Clan Head!"

At the prospect of another chance to leave the mountain and fight, Eamon accepted without hesitation.

He turned and strode out of the hall.

A moment later, he gathered his Origin Sea energy, pushed off the ground, and shot into the sky. He flew straight toward the Ashen Thorn Sect.

Only after Eamon had disappeared did Julian turn his attention away from the matter.

He called several Mercer Family members at the Meridian Opening Realm who were waiting outside the hall.

He ordered them to take Magnus to the Spiritual Field.

From now on, Magnus would handle all the daily work there, including sowing seeds, fertilizing the soil, and watering the plants.

Of course, Julian did not intend to let him ruin the Spiritual Field through carelessness or deliberate sabotage.

He gave the family members one more instruction.

Every two days, one person would take turns supervising Magnus and checking the condition of the Spiritual Field.

The disciples accepted the order and dragged Magnus, who could barely move, out of the hall.

As they made their way toward the Spiritual Field, more and more family members noticed what was happening.

One person told ten. Ten told a hundred.

Before long, the entire Crownfall Mountain had heard the exciting news.

Many Mercer Family members came to see Magnus for themselves.

They gathered around him, talking over one another.

Some praised Julian for standing up for his family. Others cursed Magnus and the Ashen Thorn Sect.

Some felt that words alone could not release their anger. They stepped forward and slapped Magnus across the face several times.

After seeing this, others followed their example.

The more people joined in, the more satisfying they found it.

Soon, another piece of explosive news spread from the family members guarding the Main Hall.

The Clan Head had sent Guest Elder Eamon to the Ashen Thorn Sect.

And his order was to destroy the sect completely that very day!

The news caused an uproar.

Countless Mercer Family members felt their hearts swell with pride.

Having a Clan Head who was so powerful and so fiercely protective of his own filled them with an overwhelming sense of belonging and security.

To be born into the Mercer Family was truly a blessing!

The same thought appeared in the minds of countless family members.

Their pride in belonging to the Mercer Family grew stronger.

...

Meanwhile.

After some time, Eamon Strake arrived above the Ashen Thorn Sect.

He looked down at the sect grounds, his sharp eyes sweeping over the buildings and surrounding area.

After a few casual glances, he lost interest.

Eamon withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes.

He began to release the Great Mastery Sword Intent within his body.

In an instant, an immense pressure descended upon the entire sect!

It felt as though the sky itself were collapsing.

The Ashen Thorn Sect disciples were terrified by the sudden change.

Under the overwhelming pressure of Eamon’s Sword Intent, their bodies grew stiff. Their breathing became harder and harder until they could barely draw breath.

What was happening?

Every disciple of the Ashen Thorn Sect felt an unprecedented fear.

Then, a voice as cold as winter thunder rang across the heavens and shook the entire sect.

"I am Eamon Strake, Guest Elder of the Mercer Family! By order of the Clan Head, I have come to destroy your sect!"

His suffocating pressure swept across the grounds.

The pupils of every Ashen Thorn Sect disciple contracted in shock.

Eamon Strake?

Could this be the one-armed Swordmaster who had defeated countless experts with nothing but a single sword?

And what was this Mercer Family?

How could such a family recruit a powerhouse like Eamon Strake as a Guest Elder?

As far as they knew, the Ashen Thorn Sect had not recently offended any Mercer Family.

Thousands of thoughts raced through their minds. A storm of fear and confusion churned within them.

Under the horrified gazes of the disciples, Eamon slowly descended before the sect’s Main Hall.

He stood above the crowd and looked down at them.

His voice was cold.

"Where are the Elders of the Ashen Thorn Sect? I have already arrived. Why have none of you come out to greet me?"