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"Don't move! Thank you for showing mercy, senior. Let's talk this out. Can you please take this thing away first?"
The dignified leader of a sect is now kneeling on the ground in front of everyone, pointing to the empty air in front of him, his tone sincere and making no attempt to hide his plea!
"Palace Master, what is this all about? This person is merely at the third level of the Divine Illumination Realm, a mere charlatan who dares to insult you! Die!"
One of the disciples of the Zhenwu Hall was clearly unable to accept what was happening before him, especially since the infamous Hall Master, Saint Qiu, had now become a groveling lapdog. Yet, in his eyes, there was nothing in front of the Hall Master at all. Could it be that his mind had been controlled by some strange technique?
It's not impossible. Although this kind of technique is somewhat unorthodox, it does exist!
Thinking of this, the disciple no longer hesitated. Ignoring Ling Quan's orders, he roared and his hand surged with light as he prepared to throw it at Li Sisui!
Whoosh! Thud!
In the brief moment that everyone was momentarily distracted, the disciple's hair, which was coiled on top of his head, was severed by an invisible sword aura, revealing a bald scalp with traces of blood seeping out. If this invisible sword aura had moved down even a fraction of an inch, the disciple would have been decapitated!
Everything happened too fast and too suddenly. No one had time to react. Ling Quan, who was kneeling on the ground, noticed that the sharp sword energy a foot away from his brow had disappeared for a moment, but it returned to its original position the next second, hovering menacingly between his brows as if it had never left!
Is this teleportation?
What terrifying speed that is!
Ling Quan felt a surge of helplessness. If he still didn't understand this blatant warning, then he wasn't worthy of sitting in the seat of the True Martial Hall Master. He immediately flew into a rage and said:
"Fool! Step back! Step back immediately! You are sentenced to five years of solitary confinement, effective immediately!"
Amidst Ling Quan's furious roar, the disciple finally came to his senses. He felt a lightness on his head and instinctively reached out to touch it, only to find bloodstains. Coupled with the Palace Master's angry shout, he finally realized just how terrifying this person was, almost to the point of killing without leaving a trace. He was completely beyond their ability to deal with, and even the Palace Master had no choice but to back down!
call!
The disciple was visibly shaken, almost unable to believe his own deduction. Clutching his bleeding head, he retreated silently into the crowd...
"I am Ling Quan, the Hall Master of Zhenwu Hall. What are your requests, senior? Please just say them. Everything is negotiable. Could you…"
Ling Quan wore an awkward smile. When had the dignified sect leader of the number one sect in Saint Hill ever humbled himself like this? But when one is under someone else's roof, one has no choice but to bow one's head. The invisible yet intangible sharp sword energy between his brows constantly reminded him that he was only a foot away from death and annihilation, and it was all within that person's control!
"A pleasure to meet you. So it is Palace Master Ling. I had no intention of killing; I was merely looking for a place for my sect to stay..."
As he spoke, the dizziness in his brain grew stronger. Li Sixui subconsciously covered his head with one hand, and while speaking, he also recalled his swift sword. The intimidating effect of suspending the attack without killing it should be maximized. If the stalemate continued, not to mention the group of covetous cultivators from the True Martial Hall, his own spiritual sense would not be able to hold on...
Knowing when to quit while you're ahead is also a good idea.
In any case, the power of the Swift Sword greatly exceeded his expectations. Especially after witnessing the sect leader of the First Sect of Saint Hill being completely powerless against the Swift Sword, with life and death hanging in the balance, the feeling of controlling the life and death of others was incredibly exhilarating and gave him even more confidence!
Whoosh!
The swift sword pierced Li Sisui's brow once more. His previously depleted sea of consciousness was instantly replenished, greatly reducing the dizziness in his head. Li Sisui lowered his hand and looked at Ling Quan not far away, remaining silent. The latter knelt there in a daze until he realized that the sharp sword energy had finally disappeared. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, sprang up from the ground, and looked at Li Sisui with the eyes of someone who had seen a ghost, not daring to meet his gaze...
"Such a trivial matter, there is no need for you to personally intervene. Just send someone to inform us. The Zhenwu Hall is within a hundred miles, please feel free to choose any location. If you do not mind, I can even offer the Zhenwu Hall to you. What do you think, senior?"
The surrounding crowd couldn't help but gasp. The Palace Master was being far too obsequious. Was he really going to hand over the Zhenwu Palace just like that?
"Palace Master Ling, you are overthinking this. I am not one to bully the weak. As for the True Martial Hall, I cannot make that decision. I will have to ask my senior brother..."
"Senior...Senior Brother?"
Ling Quan looked shocked and stammered a question. Li Sisui didn't mind, beckoned the members of the Hidden Moon Sect over, and then said to Daoist Fengteng:
"Senior brother, Palace Master Ling is reasonable and broad-minded. He has no doubts about establishing the sect here. As for the specific location, it's up to you to choose..."
Isn't this old man Feng Teng from the Hidden Moon Sect? When did such a terrifying junior brother appear?
Ling Quan was deeply shaken, but on the surface he still maintained a smiling demeanor and said warmly:
"My old friend Feng Teng, it's been a long time! It turns out that the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple, and we don't even recognize each other anymore. Qingzhi, do you still remember her? She is now my daughter-in-law, the young mistress of Zhenwu Hall. If you had come out earlier, there would have been no need for such trouble, and you would have troubled the senior so much!"
Feng Teng Daoist raised an eyebrow, showing no reaction to Ling Quan's attempt to build a closer relationship. However, he hadn't expected Qingzhi to marry into the Zhenwu Hall. No wonder the Feihua Sect and the Zhenwu Hall were so close; now he understood...
"Indeed, it's been a long time..."
Feng Teng Daoist gave a curt reply and then fell silent. Ling Quan looked at Feng Teng Daoist with a meaningful gaze, but didn't mind. He warmly embraced Feng Teng and began to introduce the nearby mountains suitable for establishing a sect. Li Sisui watched everything unfold with a smile on his face.
Finally, despite Ling Quan's enthusiastic introduction, Feng Teng Daoren politely declined his suggestion and chose a remote location for the new address of the Yan Yue Sect, the furthest away from the Zhenwu Hall. The reason it was remote was only relative to the Zhenwu Hall. In reality, this area within a hundred miles was the true center, the center of Sage Hill!
Seeing his sect, which had collapsed, being reborn, Feng Teng Daoren was genuinely happy. His eyes shone brightly as he looked at Li Sisui. His master's prophecy had indeed come true!
However, after Feng Teng Daoren confirmed the location, Li Sisui had to tell him some unfortunate news: because his divine sense had been severely depleted, the courtyard of the Hidden Moon Sect that had been stored in his storage ring could not be retrieved for the time being...
It can't be taken out...
How come you're so incompetent at this crucial moment? What are we going to do? We can't just let all of these people sleep in the open, can we? It's not impossible, but is it appropriate to do that under the very nose of the Zhenwu Hall?
Ling Quan felt a pang of bitterness. He had intended to get rid of them as soon as possible, but unexpectedly, he had gotten himself into trouble and was now stuck with them. Alas, there was nothing he could do but let the people of the Hidden Moon Sect stay at the True Martial Hall for the time being...
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