Hua Ying stood behind Qin Luo, her pretty face slightly surprised. She quickly reminded him, "Wu Qiuhao, he is one of the eight great sages of the capital. He has achieved enlightenment through swordsmanship and is known as the Sword Saint."

"Longhu Temple, Qin Luo."

Qin Luo cupped his hands in greeting to the old man in the distance.

Wu Qiuhao said in a deep voice, "I do not wish to draw my sword. I would like to ask you to let Huaying leave Longhu Temple."

Qin Luo's eyes flashed with a sharp light. "Senior, if you draw your sword against Longhu Temple, you will become my enemy, and I will not show any mercy. You should think carefully."

Wu Qiuhao frowned. The young prodigies and veteran experts around him were all looking at him. The people in the market at the foot of the mountain were silent with fear, and they felt like they were having difficulty breathing.

A Dao-Merging Saint is very powerful; no matter where they are placed, they are powerful figures who can establish their own sects.

Wu Qiuhao hadn't faced Qin Luo directly before, so he was confident. But now, facing Qin Luo's sharp gaze, he felt unprecedented pressure. As a sword cultivator, once he chose to retreat, his indomitable sword spirit would be damaged, making it difficult to reach a higher realm.

"Old scoundrel Wu, are you scared?"

In the distance, an elderly man in red robes laughed heartily, looking up at the sky.

Upon hearing this, Wu Qiuhao flew into a rage. He summoned a deep blue longsword, and a monstrous sword intent rose from the ground. The prodigies at the foot of the mountain looked terrified, and the swords in their hands trembled.

The old man in red in the distance grinned and laughed when he saw this.

Qin Luo opened his hand, and the Demon-Slaying Sword flew from his waist into his hand. The moment he gripped the sword, Wu Qiuhao felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, and his hand holding the sword began to tremble.

Wu Qiuhao frowned. He had experienced thousands of battles, large and small, and even when he was young and encountered stronger opponents, he never felt this kind of chill.

"Senior, please return!"

At this critical moment when tensions were running high, Hua Ying stepped forward with a smile on her pretty face, "You don't need to come to save me, I'm staying at Longhu Temple voluntarily."

"What!"

The proud young men at the foot of the mountain looked at each other in bewilderment.

They looked at Huaying, who was wearing an old Taoist robe, and heard Meng Qingyun talk about her tragic experience at Longhu Temple, where she was treated as a maid and was actually willing to be used.

Wu Qiuhao sheathed his natal sword and let out a long sigh. If he had actually drawn his sword just now, he would not have had a chance of winning. "Since it was your own choice, I will not meddle in your affairs."

The words had barely left his mouth.

Wu Qiuhao transformed into a streak of sword light and disappeared into the distance.

In the mountains and forests, the young prodigy holding a long sword quickly took to the air, saying, "Grandpa, you didn't even wait for me."

Beams of light soared into the sky, and the surrounding prodigies and veteran experts left the Dragon Tiger Temple one after another.

They dared not join in the excitement.

Sunset Peak has returned to tranquility.

"How boring! Why did everyone leave!" Zi Yue scratched her head, she had originally wanted to see her senior brother demonstrate his swordsmanship.

Qin Luo turned to look at Hua Ying, "Why does your master only bring unreliable people to Longhu Temple?"

Hua Ying frowned. "Master wants to make Longhu Temple and the powerful families in the capital enemies. Bai Yu is the grandson of General Bai Tu, and Chu Huai'an is the grandson of Prime Minister Chu Liangyu. They both have powerful forces behind them."

"He really is a cunning old fox."

Hua Ying couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"And you, you little fox."

Qin Luo continued.

"you!"

Hua Ying pouted.

Looking at the scattered prodigies and the older generation of experts, Qin Luo asked, "Will your master really come?"

"He wasn't absolutely certain he wouldn't show up."

"It seems I'll have to go find him myself."

Hua Ying shook her head slightly. "If my master doesn't want to see you, it will be very difficult for you to find him. He is nameless and formless, hiding in the darkness, and perhaps he is right beside us."

Qin Luo asked curiously, "Why does your master hide things so secretly? Who is he afraid of?"

Hua Ying gazed at the sky and said, "Master said that in the face of some beings, they only need to know your name to kill you. Leaving your name is leaving your life."

Qin Luo thought of the purple-haired fairy, and the reason she didn't tell him her name was that the karma was too great and might bring disaster upon him.