Chapter 202 Tianji Altar:

The main peak of the Xuantian Sect.

Tianji Altar.

Rong Xie last came here a month ago, searching for a way to help Shen Bingsi whose Dao Heart had been shattered. He happened to run into Lu Yingqi being judged by the Xuantian Sect.

Back then, Xiaozhi was still alive, and the mimosa flower fairy had not yet appeared in the world; everything seemed like something that happened in a past life.

Rong Xie pressed down on the Yunmeng boat and approached the square in front of the Tianji Altar.

Clusters of people had gathered on the open ground; they were all high-ranking disciples of the Xuantian Sect. As soon as Rong Xie and Shen Bingsi landed, they were surrounded.

"Who are you two? Where did you come from? This is the main peak of the Xuantian Sect. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter!" The high-ranking disciples scrutinized the two with great vigilance.

"I am Shen Bingsi, the exorcist official from the Mirror Palace. I'm here to see Judge Jiang," Shen Bingsi said.

"Former demon slayer? The former demon slayer is long dead!" "I don't care who you are, Shen Bingsi or anyone else, you're not allowed in here!" "You'd better go back to where you came from! If you don't leave, we'll arrest you and lock you up!"

The senior disciples were rude; as they were talking, they came up and shoved the two of them.

Rong Xie had been protecting Shen Bing Si from the front, and at this moment he couldn't help but be pushed a couple of times. Although his cultivation was at the Foundation Establishment stage, he was no match for these high-level disciples. Someone used spiritual power to push Rong Xie's shoulder hard, and Rong Xie lost his balance and fell backward.

A pair of strong arms helped Rong Xie up, turned him around, and shielded him behind them.

"Zheng!"

With a dragon's roar, golden light shone brightly, the Victorious Evil Sword was drawn, and powerful sword energy burst forth, instantly forcing back the surrounding high-level disciples.

"What, you don't recognize me, Shen Bingsi, but you should at least recognize this demon-slaying holy sword, right?" Shen Bingsi said in a deep voice.

Those high-ranking disciples naturally recognized Shen Bingsi and Shengxie Sword. However, they had heard that Shen Bingsi's Dao Heart was shattered and she could no longer use her spiritual power, which was why they were driving them away so arbitrarily.

Now that they have witnessed Shen Bingsi drawing the Shengxie Sword with her own eyes, its sword aura imposing and its power undiminished, they are wavering again, unsure whether Shen Bingsi has truly regained her strength.

"This..." The high-ranking disciples looked at each other, hesitating, when a voice came from afar, tinged with a disheveled tone:

"Grab him! He can't use any spiritual power at all! He's relying on his companion to cheat!"

The voice sounded somewhat familiar, yet extremely annoying; it belonged to Senior Brother Lao, who had blocked the two at the Ruthless Dao Palace.

Rong Xie rubbed his forehead, surprised that he had been followed here again. What bad luck! Was he really going to never see Judge Jiang again today?

"Raise the small boat!" Shen Bingsi shouted urgently.

Rong Xie immediately raised the Cloud Dream Boat. The high-ranking disciples thought they were going to run away, so they regained their arrogance and surrounded them, shouting.

Shen Bingsi held his sword horizontally across his chest, looking down.

Everyone paused for a moment when his gaze swept over them.

"The Victorious Evil Sword never strikes the innocent," Shen Bingsi said expressionlessly. "You forced me to do this."

Everyone was stunned. Senior Brother Lao had caught up and was right in front of them. They didn't know what they were confronting each other about. He shouted "Where do you think you're going?" and then crashed into Shen Bingsi's back.

As if she had eyes in the back of her head, Shen Bingsi thrust out a sword without turning her head. The sword energy condensed into a cluster of golden light and went straight for Senior Brother Lao's face.

Senior Brother Lao was shocked and fell off the flying magical artifact: "Ah—"

The sound plunged into the abyss, drawing out a long, mournful scream that echoed through the valley for a long time.

"you!"

What are you doing—

"Murder! The Demon-Slaying Sword Saint Shen Bingsi has killed someone!"

The high-ranking disciples immediately fell into chaos, shouting all sorts of things. Several longswords were drawn with a "whoosh," their blades pointed at Shen Bingsi, and everyone adopted a posture as if facing a formidable enemy.

Shen Bingsi sheathed the Shengxie Sword, still holding it horizontally across his chest, looking nonchalant, just like when he was invincible in the Three Sects Sword Trial Tournament.

“You all saw it yourself, he forced me to do it. If he hadn’t stabbed me in the back, I wouldn’t have blocked it. Who knew he wasn’t skilled enough and fell down on his own? Are you going to blame me for that too?” Shen Bingsi said calmly. “If you insist on framing me, then you can’t blame me for fighting back.”

The high-ranking disciples never expected that their words of bullying would be used by Shen Bingsi as a basis for resistance.

"Shen Bingsi, you are one of the three great adjudicators of the Mirror Palace, wielding the Demon-Slaying Holy Sword. You can kill whomever you want. None of us here can stand against you!" a high-ranking disciple shouted. "You killed my fellow disciple in public and then claim we forced you and wronged you. Isn't that a complete distortion of the truth?"

"Haha, you recognize me now. Didn't you just say that the demon-slaying official was long dead..." Shen Bingsi laughed, pinching the sword blade with two fingers as if picking up a flower petal. "Actually, you don't need to say so much nonsense. Just admit that I am very strong."

"You—" The high-ranking disciple was speechless with anger.

"What? You're not convinced?" Shen Bingsi stared at him.

“I…” the high-ranking disciple hesitated.

When Shen Bingsi stares at someone, his pupils become pitch black and lifeless, as if they can suck the person in. This terrifying feeling is like a natural enemy staring intently at its prey. High-level disciples find it difficult to withstand this kind of near-death psychological pressure.

He took a step back, intending to incite the anger of his fellow disciples to attack Shen Bingsi, but before he could even speak, Shen Bingsi had already made her move.

The Victory Sword was flicked out from between Shen Bingsi's two fingers, as swift as lightning, heading straight for the face of the high-level disciple.

The high-ranking disciple was startled. He only felt a flash of golden light before the sword was right between his eyes. He screamed and fell backward, lying stiffly on the ground. Soon after, a noticeable wet patch appeared on the hem of his clothes.

"..." All the high-ranking disciples felt threatened and gripped their weapons tightly, preparing for a desperate fight.

Shen Bingsi slowly sheathed her sword and looked at the person lying on the ground: "Oh, I didn't mean to hit him. I just found out that he was the one who pushed my partner in the back. He pushed my partner in front of me. If I don't retaliate, my partner will beat me up later."

Shen Bingsi's attitude remained arrogant, but he subtly relieved the psychological burden on those high-level disciples. He did not act without reason; each time, the other party had brought it upon themselves.

Therefore, as long as they don't provoke him easily, he won't attack them...

Once this mentality takes hold, even though the higher-ranking disciples outnumber them, their morale diminishes. After all, no one wants to be the one to lead the provocation against Shen Bingsi.

Shen Bingsi was pleased to see that these people had turned into a disorganized mess, just as he had expected.

"So, do you want to continue the standoff with me, or do you want to pass on my message?" Shen Bingsi asked casually, rubbing the pattern on the sword hilt with her thumb.

The standoff gradually eased, and some disciples turned and ran towards the Tianji Altar.

Within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, an echo came from the Tianji Altar: Please invite Shen Bingsi to come see me immediately.

"Excuse me, could you please move aside?" Shen Bingsi said.

The senior disciples, though unwilling, slowly made way for them.

Rong Xie descended the Yunmeng boat, and Shen Bingsi took his hand and walked down with him. They passed through the gritting teeth of the Xuantian Sect's high-ranking disciples and swaggered into the main gate of the Tianji Altar.

The two passed through the main hall and headed towards the rear hall.

“Don’t be afraid. The more relaxed and casual we appear, the more scared these people will be,” Shen Bingsi said to Rong Xie, tilting her head slightly.

"I'm not afraid, I'm just... worried that you're too arrogant and they might not be able to resist taking action," Rong Xie said in a low voice.

Then they will discover that Shen Bingsi's cultivation level is only Qi Refining, and she only dazzles people with her superb swordsmanship.

"No way, if they had the guts, they would have captured the Acacia Flower Demon long ago," Shen Bingsi said dismissively. As he spoke, he leaned close to Rong Xie's ear and whispered something to him.

Rong Xie was taken aback, then looked at Shen Bingsi with surprise: "Really?"

Shen Bingsi nodded.

For the rest of the journey, Rong Xie straightened his back and walked with extra vigor.

Shen Bingsi secretly told him that his cultivation had recovered to the Foundation Establishment stage.

Stepping out of the rear hall, a biting mountain wind blew in from the cliff edge, carrying a faint scent of rust and a sweet aroma.

"The fragrance of mimosa flowers." Rong Xie sighed.

"You smelled it too?" Shen Bingsi asked.

“It’s everywhere here, it’s hard not to smell it,” Rong Xie frowned. “The fragrance of mimosa flowers has hallucinogenic effects. Although they have set up barriers on various mountain peaks, they cannot resist the fragrance of these flowers.”

“That’s right.” Shen Bingsi’s tone also became serious. “If that monster wants to, the entire Xuantian Sect is under its control. Whoever it wants to put to sleep will fall into a deep sleep and never wake up.”

“It’s a pity there are no incense cultivators here,” Rong Xie said. “All we can do now is stay together, keep an eye on each other, and if anyone gets sleepy, we’ll use the Ice Heart Technique to wake them up.”

"Mmm." Shen Bingsi squeezed Rong Xie's hand.

The two walked towards the edge of the cliff. The sect leader of Xuantian Sect and several elders were all on the edge of the cliff. They sat around a person, and upon closer inspection, each of them was sitting with their palms facing upwards, a standard meditation posture.

The man in the middle is none other than Judge Jiang.

"Brother Jiang!" Shen Bingsi perked up, grabbed Rong Xie, and walked towards Judge Jiang.

Judge Jiang was always calm and composed, and no matter what happened, he always seemed to be in complete control.

But now, he shows obvious signs of fatigue.

Upon hearing Shen Bingsi's call, Judge Jiang raised his eyelids and saw Shen Bingsi's radiant appearance, revealing a tired yet happy smile:

Why are you here?

"Of course I'm here to help. What's going on here?" Shen Bingsi walked towards Brother Jiang, complaining, "Just now a group of Xuantian Sect disciples outside kept stopping me. I thought the Xuantian Sect had changed. It turns out the sect leader and elders are still the same few people."

The Xuan Tian Sect Master's eyelids twitched, and several elders also opened their eyes in displeasure, rolling their eyes at Shen Bing Si.

“Something big has happened,” Brother Jiang said after a moment of silence, looking at Shen Bingsi. “Don’t go any further.”

"Why?" Shen Bingsi asked in confusion, and he instinctively quickened his pace.

Suddenly, he stopped.

An invisible barrier blocked his path; this was the power generated by a powerful protective array.

Shen Bingsi and Rong Xie realized at the same time that Jiang Caijie, the Xuantian Sect Master, and the five elders were not sitting here meditating and adjusting their breathing, but had formed a magic array. This array started from them and spread out behind them. Strands of silver light intertwined to form a giant net, which was thrown into the abyss behind them, encompassing the entire Wenxin Gorge.

Their reasons for doing so are obvious.

From the angle from which Shen Bingsi and Rong Xie stood, they could see hundreds of corpses piled up on the platform in the middle of Wenxin Gorge. They were all wearing the Taoist robes of Xuantian Sect, most of them were high-level disciples, and a small number were elders.

“This is…” Rong Xie gasped.

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I'm really adding extra chapters to finish this! [Please!]