Chapter 349 Undercurrents
Around the camp, many cultivators lit bonfires and chatted in twos and threes around the fires, mostly discussing the day's battle.
Seeing Su Yuyuan pass by, they all stopped chatting, spat at him, and looked at him with hatred and disdain.
Although Bai Ruoqian was executed on the spot, the pain she had caused still lingered, so she naturally didn't have a good attitude towards Su Yuyuan.
"What bad luck, you damn simp!"
Suddenly, someone in the crowd spoke up, and Su Yuyuan abruptly stopped, his icy eyes sweeping over the group. "Anyone who dares to say it again!"
Everyone was stunned by his grim face and terrifying killing intent. It took them a long time to recover.
The male cultivator who had just spoken suddenly threw down the wooden stick in his hand and roared, "What did I say? Who doesn't know about your affair with that slut? You always pretend to be so devoted, why didn't you just burn to death with her that day!"
A terrifying killing intent flashed in Su Yuyuan's bloodshot eyes as he gritted his teeth and said, "So, you were there that day too!"
The male cultivator feigned composure, glanced at his companion beside him, and sneered, "So what if I am? What can you do to me?!"
"Junior brother!" At this moment, Yang Shen arrived over and, seeing the tense scene, glared angrily at the group in the distance. "If you gentlemen are bored and would like to have a spar, I, Yang, would not mind accompanying you!"
Yang Shen's cultivation had reached the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, so they were naturally no match for him. They merely glanced at them and snorted coldly, pretending nothing had happened, and continued drinking the spiritual liquid provided by the alliance.
Seeing that the group had calmed down, Yang Shen stepped forward and asked him with concern, "Where did you go?"
Upon hearing this, Su Yuyuan turned and left, showing no intention of paying him any attention.
"Sigh..." Yang Shen was also troubled at this moment. Ever since Bai Ruoqian died, he had been like this to everyone.
Yang Shen quickly caught up with him and blocked his path. "What will it take for you to be at peace? She's dead! Do you want to spend your whole life like this, living in a daze?"
"Relief...?" Su Yuyuan looked up at him, her jaw clenched, veins bulging on her forehead, her face contorted with rage. "Yes, she's dead! Burned alive by those people! You watched the whole thing, didn't you?!"
“Yu Yuan…” Yang Shen’s eyes showed guilt as he reached out and patted his shoulder. “Senior brother knows you’re sad, but you also need to be reasonable…”
"What do you understand?!" Su Yuyuan roared, "If you had stepped in to protect her, perhaps she wouldn't have died!"
"Why are you still so stubbornly clinging to your delusions!" Yang Shen said angrily. "How can the sect forgive the sins she committed?"
“Who says it can’t!” Su Yuyuan pointed to the mountain peak opposite. “Couldn’t Peach Blossom Valley do it? If you were like them—”
"Insolence!" A furious shout came from behind. Fu Zhenghan had arrived without anyone noticing, his handsome face now filled with rage. He slapped him hard across the face. "You unfilial disciple, are you still not awake! Get back to your master immediately!"
Su Yuyuan gave a bitter smile, spat out a mouthful of sweet and bloody foam, and turned to leave without saying a word.
Seeing his appearance, Fu Zhenghan wanted to go up and teach him a lesson, but Yang Shen stopped him, saying, "Master, please calm down and give him some more time."
Fu Zhenghan watched the receding figure, his face filled with worry as he shook his head. "Alas, it's no use. He's developed a demonic obsession, and I'm afraid he'll never make any progress in his cultivation again."
Yang Shen: "Master, demonic obstacles are just a matter of a single thought. If he can understand this, that will be good. I will keep an eye on him from now on."
Hearing his words, Fu Zhenghan felt somewhat comforted. "Fortunately, I still have you by my side... otherwise, with so many troubles, how could I possibly manage?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Shen was taken aback. He hadn't heard such praise in a long time, and a sense of joy welled up inside him. He smiled and said, "It is my duty to share my master's burdens."
A rare smile appeared on Fu Zhenghan's handsome face. "Alright, come with me for a walk."
"Yes." Yang Shen responded and followed, noticing that the man's brow was furrowed with worry, so he asked, "Master, what is troubling you?"
Fu Zhenghan: "The various sects have different motives in this campaign. I think things are not that simple. You must take good care of them and do not act without orders."
"Yes, disciple understands."
Suddenly, a commotion broke out ahead. The two approached and saw that, in addition to Qingyue Sect and Qingyang Sect, disciples from several other large and small forces were gathered together, ready to set off.
"Master, are they launching a night raid?" Yang Shen asked, frowning.
Fu Zhenghan darted forward and looked at the group of sects preparing to depart. Sure enough, he saw Jiang Yunzi, who was in charge.
"Sect Leader Jiang, if I remember correctly, you did not consult with anyone before launching this attack on your own, did you?"
"Heh. What's there to discuss? You can all just continue watching the show. Why bother getting in the way?" Jiang Yunzi snorted coldly, not wanting to say more, and led the group toward Peach Blossom Valley.
Looking at the warships in the sky, sailing away in a grand procession, Yang Shen asked in confusion, "Master, they suffered a great defeat during the day, how come they have regrouped so quickly, and they even seem so confident?"
Fu Zhenghan: "Let's go, let's go take a look too."
"yes!"
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Inside Peach Blossom Valley, in front of the main hall.
The crowd was somewhat surprised to see the army return.
Xiao Huan rubbed his sleepy eyes and muttered helplessly, "Are these guys on some kind of superhuman energy? Coming here in the middle of the night..."
Seeing the menacing approaching force in the distance, Ming Cang ordered, "They're up to no good. Everyone, prepare to fight."
"Yes!" After everyone responded, they went about their assigned tasks and disappeared in no time.
Ming Cang looked at Ye Luo beside him and asked, "Have they come up with a way to break the formation?"
"Most likely." Ye Luo shrugged and chuckled. "The art of formations isn't something only I know. Perhaps they've found a master."
The Grand Elder's face was grave. "We can't let them break in, otherwise our mountain-protecting formation won't hold up under the constant barrage of cannon fire from the warships!"
Ye Luo said, "Don't panic. Even if they get into the valley, we'll see if they have the ability to enter the mountain gate."
"Bang, bang—!"
The loud noise coming from the valley entrance in the distance brought the group of people who were discussing to their senses. Ye Luo gave a few instructions to the Nine Nether Sparrow on his shoulder, then turned around and flew down into the valley.
"Junior brother, wait for me!" Cen Feng hurriedly tried to catch up, but Ming Cang called out to him, "Little Feng."
"Master, what's wrong?"
After pondering for a moment, Ming Cang stepped forward and whispered, "You are his senior brother, so you must protect him. If the situation becomes irreversible in the end, you must take him and escape first, understand?!"
Cen Feng noticed a slight movement in his eyes, then nodded solemnly, "Understood!"
Ming Cang smiled with relief, "Alright, go ahead."
"Take care, Master!"
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