The valley in Guzhou is the valley of Hehuan Valley.
The reason why Guzhou was able to be established was naturally because of the existence of the Hehuan Sect.
Hehuan Valley, though called a valley, actually covers an area larger than the city of Guzhou.
Inside the sect, pavilions stood tall, with countless magical artifacts and lanterns hanging high in the sky.
A pinkish halo emanates from the lanterns, regardless of day or night.
Deep within the Hehuan Sect lies a magnificent hall.
The main hall houses nearly ten thousand glass cups.
From the sect's patriarch to the outer disciples, each person's name corresponds to a glass lamp.
Click—
The sound of the glass lamp shattering rang out, and immediately a disciple guarding the glass lamp stepped forward.
He was already used to such sounds.
He felt a little uneasy if he didn't break one or two glass cups every day.
It seems that it was one of those outer disciples who didn't know their own strength and accidentally caused a death during the fight.
Let me see who's the unlucky one... Wait!
That's... a formal disciple!
The disciple guarding the glass lamp was stunned for a moment, then quickly rushed outside the hall.
Not far from the outside of the hall, there stands a huge ancient bronze bell.
The guard disciple's magical power surged, propelling the hammer to fall.
clang--
clang--
clang--
The bell tolled three times, its sound echoing throughout the Valley of Joy.
The Hehuan disciple released his grip and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.
The death of a formal disciple is no small matter.
It should be noted that although the Hehuan Sect has nearly 10,000 disciples, only 357 are formal disciples.
Formal disciples are the true core of the Hehuan Sect.
As for the nineteen core disciples, they are the most prominent figures in the Hehuan Sect.
Their every move can stir up huge waves.
After all, there are only two people in the entire Hehuan Sect who can be listed as elders.
One of them was the Acacia Ancestor who descended a thousand years ago.
The other person is the current sect leader of the Hehuan Sect.
These two are prominent figures throughout the entire Zhou Tian Realm.
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"What happened?"
Who died?
A man and a woman arrived together.
"Reporting to Uncle Yang and Aunt Yin, the life cup of our formal disciple, Senior Brother Ning Caihua, has been shattered!"
The guards bowed respectfully.
"Ning Caihua, how could something have happened to him?"
Yin Yu frowned slightly, a hint of doubt creeping into his mind.
Who could kill Ning Chen's young son under his junior brother's protection?
"Junior Brother Ning...I'm afraid something has happened to him too!"
A faint sigh came from Yang Shou's ear.
"That's the only possibility!"
The rain nodded in agreement.
With heavy hearts, the two entered the hall.
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"Although there were some twists and turns in Junior Brother Ning's life-saving candle, fortunately nothing bad happened."
It seems that the person who made the move must also be at the Earth Immortal level.
I wonder if it's a swordsman or someone else!
As the candlelight flickered and then returned to stillness, Yin Yu's furrowed brows finally relaxed.
As one of the few female core disciples of the Hehuan Sect, she has achieved this without the support of many people.
Although she and Yang Shou are now Daoist partners, there is no rule that forbids them from practicing dual cultivation with anyone other than their Daoist partner.
She really likes Junior Brother Ning.
Similarly, Yang Shou also has many Daoist partners.
Most of them were outer disciples.
Both of them knew this, but neither cared about the other.
"Whether it's the Sword Sect or the Martial Arts Alliance, they ultimately have to give an explanation to my Joyful Union Sect..."
Before Yang Shou could finish speaking, he saw the glass lamp in his line of sight go out.
Then, a crisp sound was heard.
"Junior Brother Ning...he's dead!!!"
Yin Yu stared wide-eyed, her raised fingers trembling slightly.
That... was her most prized person.
"Whoever killed Junior Brother Ning, I will exterminate their entire family!"
A voice filled with extreme resentment echoed throughout the hall.
What followed was a terrifying pressure, like a hurricane passing through.
Yin Yu stood inside the hall and used his magic to strike the giant bell outside.
clang--
clang--
clang--
clang--
clang--
clang--
The six chimes of the bell signify the death of a core disciple of the Hehuan Sect.
The seriousness of the matter instantly escalated to an unknown level.
Since its founding, the Hehuan Sect has never had a core disciple die.
After all, in the first hundred years, everyone's cultivation level was low, and even the Ancestor of the Joyful Union was not considered a core disciple.
The time when the Ancestor of the Joyous Union achieved the status of an Earth Immortal coincided with the end of a century of chaos.
For the next nine hundred years, although there were occasional frictions between the major powers.
However, deaths among those at the Earth Immortal level are extremely rare.
It could even be said that apart from those top-tier experts who left their names on the covenant, no one dared to kill the Earth Immortals of opposing forces.
Even the top experts wouldn't kill a rival Earth Immortal without a reason.
It could very well result in a full-scale war.
The death of the Earth Immortal of the Hehuan Sect is a major, earth-shattering event.
The Hehuan Sect's protective mountain formation was activated immediately.
One after another, flying swords soared into the sky, and disciples stood guard at the core of the formation.
......
Outside the Glazed Palace, streaks of light fell one after another.
These flowing lights were all from core disciples.
Seven men and two women, each exuding a powerful aura.
Some of them even had unstable breathing.
Clearly, they were forcibly awakened from their seclusion.
Including Yin Yu and Yang Shou, there are a total of eleven core disciples.
The remaining seven people were not within the Hehuan Sect, but were distributed in various places, each responsible for guarding important grotto-heavens and blessed lands.
"Senior Brother Wang, Junior Brother Ning is dead!"
Yang Shou looked at one of them and said.
The man was dressed in a blue robe and had a long, refined beard.
Her face was fair and clean, and her eyes shone brightly.
Wang He was the eldest disciple of the Ancestor of Joyful Union.
Although her talent was not as great as that of her junior sister who was already a celestial being, she was undoubtedly the number one among the core disciples.
With the cultivation level of a ninth-level Earth Immortal, he stood out from the crowd.
With the two celestial immortals of Hehuan Valley not appearing, he is the one in charge.
"Pass down the order: maintain martial law."
I'll go ask my master what to do next!
Wang Hehe is not a radical person; whether in his spiritual practice or in his work, his style is rather conservative.
They don't make decisions or take responsibility; they only know how to execute perfectly.
This is why both the Ancestor of Hehuan and the Sect Master of Hehuan can go into seclusion with peace of mind, entrusting him with the affairs of the sect.
"As you command, Senior Brother!"
Yang Shou and the others bowed and left.
Wang He flew alone towards the forbidden area.
No one noticed that he had a communication stone in his hand. "Ning Chen is dead!"
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Zhongzhou, Tiandu.
At the entrance of an alley, there was a great deal of noise.
Inside, there was a chessboard.
The two men sitting opposite each other argued heatedly, their faces flushed.
You accuse me of stealing a chess piece; I accuse you of placing an extra one.
They ignore the facts and emphasize that whoever has the loudest voice is right.
Finally, one of them rolled up his sleeves.
The muscles bulging on his arms resembled stacked granite.
He grabbed the skinny middle-aged man opposite him, spitting as he spoke: "Old Yan, I'm just asking you, do you submit or not!"
"Old Zhou, I'm totally impressed by your grandma's legs!"
The skinny middle-aged man stood stiffly with his neck held high, his words utterly defiant.
"Fine! Fine! Fine! I think you're asking for a beating, you old codger, come here!"
The burly middle-aged man carried him and walked briskly, disappearing into the crowd in the blink of an eye.
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