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Cheng Ping'an arrived outside a sect.

Entering this kind of sect is not like entering some families. You still have to be polite, such as knocking on the door first.

duang~duang~

Cheng Ping'an patted the sect's protective formation.

For a moment, the whole sect was in chaos, and several rapid bells rang from within the sect!

The aura of a venerable being rose within the mountain, and a majestic voice spread outside the mountain.

"I am not dead yet, old man! How dare you challenge my Yunyan Sect?"

Cheng Ping'an was a little speechless. No way, such a big reaction?

Isn't knocking on the door a normal etiquette? You see, he always does this when he goes to those great immortal sects, and he has never seen such a big scene!

Rows of monks walked out of the mountain and lined up on both sides of the wide mountain road, holding weapons in their hands pointing towards the outside of the mountain gate.

Then several monks flew up, led by an old man who exuded the majesty of a venerable, and behind him were several monks who had reached the state of spiritual enlightenment.

Outside the mountain gate, a group of cultivators, some of whom were seeking to become disciples or some of whom were visiting friends, all turned their eyes to Cheng Ping'an who had just formed a formation.

Naturally, the Yunyan Sect cultivators knew who had just done the mischief.

The old venerable frowned. This person didn’t match the one he imagined he would provoke!

"My fellow Daoist, may I ask what brings you to my Yunyan Sect?" The elderly venerable put on a relatively peaceful face and said to Cheng Ping'an.

Cheng Pingan rolled his eyes, "Jinghu, Cheng Pingan!"

When the old venerable heard the name, he almost fell from mid-air. The imposing and resolute aura he had just displayed disappeared in an instant.

He landed at the mountain gate in a flash.

I secretly thought, bitter~

"If I had known that the Sima family could invite you, why would I have come here? I could have just surrendered to the mountain gate. Why would the Yunyan Sect go to this extent?"

The old venerable's eyes turned red as he spoke. Although every cultivator, especially those after the Nascent Soul stage, can give a movie emperor-level performance, Cheng Ping'an, who now has a face full of question marks, can feel that the old venerable is really aggrieved and sad.

"The sect was established more than 2,500 years ago, and I never expected to encounter such a disaster. However, it is an honor for it to end in your hands, Venerable Ping'an. Alas, it is fate and time. I only ask Venerable Ping'an to let my disciples go and give them a chance to live!"

"Ancestor!"

"Grand Elder!"

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the entire mountain gate became sad, and Cheng Pingan was stunned.

No, is my reputation so bad now?

Do I have to tear down someone's house just because I knock on their door?

At once, many figures flashed through his mind, such as Huaijun, Lao Huang, and Venerable Duan Yan. Were these people spreading bad things about him?

Seeing Cheng Ping'an saying nothing, the old venerable could only sigh. It seemed that he disagreed. That was right. The Sima family must have spent a huge price to invite Venerable Ping'an, so it was naturally impossible for him to leave any hidden dangers for themselves.

The old venerable looked at the disciples behind him who were ready to die, as well as some Nascent Soul cultivators, and gritted his teeth, "The sect's cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage will be at the mercy of Venerable Ping An. I only beg you to spare the disciples below the Nascent Soul stage. I am willing to kill myself in order to beg for mercy from the Venerable!"

Hearing this, Cheng Pingan was really angry. Who, who on earth was ruining his reputation!

He can only ruin his reputation by himself, why should others talk about him?

This matter must be investigated thoroughly!!

Seeing the unexpected look on Venerable Ping'an's face, the old Venerable knew that he was using the righteousness to kidnap Venerable Ping'an, which caused unhappiness, but there was nothing he could do. He really couldn't bear to see his disciples being slaughtered and wiped out.

Isn't it that the Sima family just want this spiritual vein? Isn't it that they just want the spiritual objects left by the master? Isn't it that they just want this pedantic old man to die sooner?

Just make it happen!

He took out the spiritual weapon and prepared to use it on himself. He would be at least seriously injured if he was caught off guard. This attitude was enough. He couldn't just blow himself up, otherwise none of these disciples would survive.

When facing a master with top combat power, having an attitude is enough.

Cheng Ping'an's face turned black. If this awl poked him, his crotch would be covered in mud. What would outsiders say about him?

Reverend Ping An intimidated the Yunyan Sect and forced the other ancestor to hurt himself?

What's more, if you die, who would I ask for the main material of my Ten Thousand Souls Banner?

With both hands, he forcibly tore a hole in the formation. A flash of light appeared, and he appeared in front of the old venerable, holding the shaking spiritual weapon in his hand.

"This thing is so vicious that it can devour its owner? I'll help you take it away!"

Spiritual weapon: ???

"Venerable Ping An, the feud was caused by Sima Huangtian and I. I beg you to let these young disciples go. They are innocent!"

"We beg Venerable Ping'an!" All the Yunyan Sect cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage bowed and shouted resolutely.

"Let him go? Wait...what did you just say Sima?"

Cheng Ping'an was still angry and suddenly felt something was wrong, as if there was a misunderstanding!

"Sima Huangtian, my junior brother who betrayed the sect!"

Cheng Ping'an almost got a stitch in the side, thinking someone was slandering me behind my back, but it turned out to be a misunderstanding.

"I am not someone your enemy has sent for, and no one can send me. I have come to you to borrow something from you."

The old venerable was stunned for a moment and looked at Cheng Ping'an in confusion.

"I heard that you have a piece of satin Tianhui Liuyun yarn in your hand?"

The old venerable's eyes changed from doubt to affirmation, as if to say, you're not invited by the old thief Sima?

"What's that look in your eyes?"

"Venerable Ping'an, may I ask where did you hear this?" The old venerable asked this question for some unknown reason, perhaps because he couldn't stand Cheng Ping'an's hypocrisy.

"The Shengong Xianzong told me, why, the information is inaccurate?"

Hearing the name of the Shengong Immortal Sect, the old venerable believed it halfway. His eyes rolled and he knew that he had what Venerable Ping'an wanted, so could they make a deal?

"I do have a piece of silk in my hand, but..."

"I'll borrow it for a while and return it to you!"

Negotiate terms? No way. Maybe he could negotiate before, but now he can't negotiate at all. He has to spend a long time to collect the things that Shengong Xianzong needs. And then each of you who has the materials for refining the Ten Thousand Souls Banner should ask me for some things. What kind of person do you think he is!

"Your Excellency has misunderstood. I offer you the Tianhui Liuyunsha with both hands. I only ask that you mediate between me and Sima Huangtian."

The old venerable felt that his condition was too simple. Venerable Ping'an only needed to say a word and sit there. He should not be rejected.

"That's too much trouble. Lend me the Tianhui Liuyunsha and tell me where that Sima is. If it's on the way, I'll help you solve it!"

The old venerable was stunned. Is this the style of the top venerables?