Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 1099 - 533: Nine Great True Spirit Clans, the History of the Northern Continent (Part 3)

Naturally, they wouldn't dare utter such words openly, for fear of courting immense disaster.

Regardless, Sima Bei's demise had already rocked the higher ranks of the Sima Clan.

It particularly enraged Patriarch Sima Yan.

Right now, many Sima Clan elders had assembled to deliberate on this issue.

"Who precisely attacked Sima Bei? Was it a competing clan, or maybe those Demon Cultivators?"

Clan Leader Sima Yan bellowed in rage.

Fury consumed him completely at this point.

Though he fathered numerous offspring, Sima Bei stood out as exceptionally gifted.

Born with an abundant True Spirit Bloodline.

As such, Sima Bei received utmost favoritism, showered with endless perks and treasures.

He pinned great expectations on this child.

Maybe someday, this son would succeed him as the following Clan Leader.

Yet abruptly, he met his end.

Every bit of prior grooming and vast resources poured in had gone to waste.

His immediate suspicion fell on killers from rival True Spirit Clans.

Or those brazen Demon Cultivators.

Rivals from other True Spirit Clans required no explanation.

Even as fellow True Spirit Clans, rivalry festered between them.

Over endless ages, fierce battles had erupted countless times for scarce cultivation resources.

Lasting grudges were forged in the process.

Should it prove another True Spirit Clan, no one would find it shocking.

Demon Cultivators needed little elaboration—they're utter madmen.

They've forsaken all humanity.

Thus, any atrocity from them seems par for the course.

"Neither True Spirit Clans nor Demon Cultivators did it."

"Looks like some enigmatic cultivator, whose identity remains unknown for now."

"Their cultivation base appears at minimum Divinity Transformation stage."

"Plus, the perpetrator hasn't fled, lingering right at the site."

A Sima Clan elder intoned gravely.

The instant Sima Bei perished, nearby Sima Clan cultivators swiftly initiated a probe.

They uncovered the assailant as an unknown cultivator.

Yet his features stayed hidden from clear view.

Some arcane force seemed to envelop him.

Despite relentless scanning, all they glimpsed was a hazy orb of light.

Even with strenuous recall, the image faded fast into foggy recollection.

"Loitering at the scene still? What brazenness!"

"Is this a direct provocation against our Sima Clan?"

"After all these years, who'd imagine a mere rogue cultivator bold enough to assault our True Spirit Clans?"

Shock and wrath gripped Clan Leader Sima Yan.

A Demon Cultivator assassin or one from another True Spirit Clan? Acceptable, perhaps.

But a simple Loose Cultivator daring this? Utter insolence.

Never before had a Loose Cultivator dared scorn the Sima Clan so flagrantly.

This was beyond intolerable.

"Just another idiot courting death, huh?"

"These pests keep crawling out endlessly—infuriating!"

"Allow me to handle it myself this round."

"Freshly breaking through to First-Layer Void Refining, I'll show those vermin the might of a True Spirit Clan."

Just then, a white-robed elder soared in from afar.

He was none other than the Sima Clan's Supreme Elder Sima Lun, who had reached First-Layer Void Refining stage.