Chapter 62 Before the two splashes were even over, the story ended there.
Before the Jade Terrace, Xie Linyuan's back seemed to tense up almost imperceptibly for a moment.
He kept his eyes downcast, seemingly unmoved by the “alarmist” words, but the low pressure emanating from him, enough to freeze the stone walls, seemed to have solidified even more.
Xiao Jingrui and Wan Qianqiu immediately exchanged a glance.
Wan Qianqiu pressed on, deliberately adding fuel to the fire with a tone that was both envious and a little sour: "But then again, if it were Pei Lang... tsk tsk, I reckon he would have already led a dozen or so law enforcement elders from the Chixiao Sect and stormed straight to Liuyunchuan by now."
Xiao Jingrui: "Yes, Pei Lang has the heart of a child and a passion for life; he is still young."
Wan Qianqiu glanced at Xiao Jingrui, her words carrying a hidden meaning: "Actually, as long as a person is young, does it really matter what their face looks like?"
"What you say is absolutely right, senior brother."
The latter immediately understood and then began to speak sarcastically: "Some people may have good looks, but they can't help their age. They can't compare to the young people who are full of energy. Not to mention that they are usually so timid and lack any passion, I'm afraid that when they're [beep beep], they won't even be satisfied after a couple of thrusts, and that's it. Sect leader, don't you think so?"
Xie Linyuan finally slowly raised his eyes.
Those captivating peach blossom eyes swept over them with a cool and aloof gaze, their intensity passing over the two who were speaking. The chill was like that of snow-capped mountains, and though it was only for a moment, it sent a shiver down the spines of both Wan Qianqiu and Xiao Jingrui, who wisely shut their mouths.
That night.
The cave was deserted, with only the cold, eerie air emanating from the Jade Terrace remaining.
Wan Qianqiu and Xiao Jingrui stood side by side at the entrance of the cave, gazing at the deep night outside. They exchanged a knowing, wise look—we're both so clever!
On the other side.
Liuyunchuan.
After readjusting her mindset, Shen Zhaozhao set her sights on a beginner-level secret realm near Liuyunchuan.
The reason is simple: the Xuanmo Star Jade that Xie Linyuan gave him was a good item, but a whole piece was too conspicuous and difficult to sell.
The organizer of Yuntai Immortal Market, "Yuntai Alliance," is a channel for making a move. However, in Liuyunchuan, the Tianyan Sect's industries are deeply entrenched. Who knows if there are any Tianyan Sect members mixed in with the Yuntai Alliance?
If they are recognized, it could cause unnecessary complications, and the losses would outweigh the gains.
Since whole pieces don't sell well, why not... break them down into smaller pieces?
Smash it, sell the broken pieces.
However, that piece of star jade is made of special material and looks like it's not an ordinary item. Ordinary magic tools would probably not even be enough to scratch it. If you want to smash it, you have to go all the way and give it a high-strength one.
"Oh, what a coincidence."
However, before Shen Zhaozhao could leave Liuyunchuan, several figures with clearly hostile auras blocked her way.
Shen Zhaozhao subconsciously looked up: "..."
They were all wearing the same Tianyan Sect-style Daoist robes, and the person in the lead had a deep and imposing aura, his gaze sharp as lightning, firmly fixed on her.
As the stronghold of the Tianyan Sect, Liuyunchuan has many businesses managed by the direct disciples of the elders. These direct disciples may not be as outstanding as Gu Xuanchen, who is a top genius at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage, but their cultivation at the fifth or sixth level of the Golden Core stage is enough to make them stand out among the heroes in the entire Lingzhou.
After all, the number of cultivators in Lingzhou is huge. Although it seems that cultivators are everywhere, those who can truly climb from the Foundation Establishment stage to the Golden Core stage are extremely rare, truly one in ten thousand.
Therefore, even a Foundation Establishment cultivator at the Great Perfection stage is like an ant trying to shake a tree in front of a Golden Core cultivator at the early stage, with no chance of winning.
The barrier of realm brings about all-round crushing.
The oppressive aura emanating from this Golden Core disciple of the Heavenly Evolution Sect instantly silenced the low-level cultivators watching the spectacle nearby, causing them to even hold their breath.
"Oh."
The male disciple in the lead, with a sinister look in his eyes that seemed to want to devour Shen Zhaozhao alive, said: "Junior Sister Zhaozhao betrayed the sect and bullied Junior Sister Wan'er. Now she still has the nerve to run wild on the territory of my Tianyan Sect?"
"Who gave you the courage?"
A female disciple next to him sneered repeatedly: "Who in the entire sect doesn't know how you used to relentlessly pursue Senior Brother Gu? What, now that you can't have him, you turn around and team up with others to damage Senior Brother Gu's Dao heart. Are you very proud of that?"
"During the newcomer competition, we couldn't abandon our posts and couldn't protect Junior Sister Wan'er. But today you've run right into our hands. Don't blame us for disregarding our past camaraderie—"
"Crack—!"
However, before the group from the Tianyan Sect could finish their threats, a sharp, teeth-grinding sound, accompanied by a shrill scream, instantly drowned out everything else.
The Golden Core disciple of the Tianyan Sect who was pointing at Shen Zhaozhao and cursing her was suddenly twisted behind his back at an unseen angle, as if he were being twisted into a pretzel by an invisible hand!
He didn't even see who did it; he only felt an irresistible force, and excruciating pain instantly swept through his body, causing cold sweat to pour down his face.
In an instant, the bustling Liuyunchuan became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
All the cultivators watching the spectacle subconsciously shrank their necks, feeling a phantom pain in their arms.
The fierce expressions on the faces of those Tianyan Sect disciples who had just been so aggressive and ready to use Shen Zhaozhao to establish their authority instantly froze, replaced by a look of utter terror as if they had seen a ghost.
They all turned their heads in unison—a tall and imposing figure had appeared behind them at some point.
The newcomer was dressed in a black outfit with dark silver cloud patterns, which accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His dark hair was simply tied back with a hairband, with a few strands falling in front of his forehead. Instead of adding any sense of laziness, it made his handsome face with its cold lines and sharp angles appear even more imposing.
His thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his long, sharp phoenix eyes were churning with a kind of "I want to kill someone right now, don't mess with me" kind of rage. His gaze swept over the few frozen Tianyan Sect disciples as if scraping bones with a knife.
"What's all the noise about?"
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling aura, as if it had just been pulled from an ice hole, making one's scalp tingle: "Are you two bored out of your minds? Looking for a beating?"
"Junior, Junior Uncle..." The disciple whose arm had been dislocated was pale with pain, cold sweat pouring down his face, but he gritted his teeth and dared not utter another sound. Together with the others, he bowed respectfully and tremblingly toward the door.
Yan Qiubai.
The newly appointed Living Yama of the Enforcement Hall of the Tianyan Sect, the youngest junior brother of True Person Lingxiao, with the cultivation of the early Nascent Soul stage, is enough to roam freely in a place like Liuyunchuan.
This guy has been in a bad mood lately, but the specific reason is unknown. All we know is that he's been looking down on everyone lately, his mood is so low it could freeze you to death, and he'll punish anyone who makes a mistake.
Yan Qiubai didn't even look at those quail-like disciples. He waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away flies: "Get lost and keep howling. You're giving me a headache."
"Yes, yes..."
The disciples felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They scrambled to their feet and helped up their companions, who were screaming in pain but dared not make a sound. They then scurried away faster than rabbits, afraid that if they hesitated even a moment, this living ancestor would change his mind.
Once the trouble was over, Yan Qiubai turned his attention to Shen Zhaozhao, who had been trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible and wishing she could run away immediately.
"you……"
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