Even the distant cultivators could feel the two newcomers' terrifying strength. Fearful of getting implicated, they once again ran far away.
Ye Wuxin chuckled. "Lord Feng You is indeed strong enough to win the respect of those in the Six Realms, but what a pity, I'm determined to take this person with me!" he bellowed with a malicious glint in his eyes. He flicked his wide sleeves and lunged at Xiao Chen.
Bai Susu, Fengxi, and the rest hastily stepped forward to stop him but were all sent flying under his pressure. Ye Wuxin's cultivation had once again risen by another level. They were no match for him.
"I don't think you intend to use him as your furnace! You just want to replace him, don't you?"
The cloaked man flicked his sleeves with his icy demeanor and then turned into a black mist that arrived in front of Ye Wuxin in a flash. Raising his palm to stop the cloaked man's attack, Ye Wuxin sneered. "Then let me ask you: what
"Did you use a doppelganger?" Xiao Chen made another palm attack as he spoke. Instantly, an overwhelming force blockaded the vicinity of the Zuoqiu family estate. Using an incantation, the enchanting woman appeared in front of the cloaked man in a flash. However, Xiao Chen's palm force was so fierce that she failed to block it. Blood sprayed from her mouth as she was sent flying. "Go to hell if you won't tell me your goal!" Bellowing, Xiao Chen made yet another palm attack. Out of the blue, he heard a screech coming from afar. He turned his head and saw a hole being ripped into Zuoqiu Qitian's chest. It was a horrifying scene. Countless Zuoqiu family's disciples had long gone pale. No one knew when the cloaked man went near Zuoqiu Qitian. In his hand was a bead dripping with blood. It was the Fallen Dust Bead that he obtained by ripping apart Zuoqiu Qitian, a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator of the Violet Manor. Only
Xiao Chen agreed with the idea. There was so much unrest lately that it wasn't smart to roam around. Moreover, since he had a lot of questions for Fengxi, it was nice to take shelter at the Xianyong Sect. He looked at Xiaoyue and said, "Fairy Xiaoyue, why are you here in the Middle Continent?" Xiaoyue showed no emotion turbulence on her face as she said flatly, "I'll come for you in a few days." With that said, she turned into a sword radiance and tore through the sky. Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes. This woman was deeply mysterious. She must have some grand purpose in coming to the Middle Continent. Moreover, her powers today had exceeded the norm. She seemed to have seen this battle coming. Moments later, Fengxi, the two Elders, the twenty to thirty Xianyong Sect disciples, and the rest climbed onto a flying cloud and journeyed back to their sect. Meanwhile, two people were slowly walking down a road in another place. They were
Fengxi stared dazedly at Xiao Chen for a long time before finally shaking his head and sighing. "Forget it. We can talk about it when old Qing Chen comes back. The Annihilation Times are upon us. His own seal should be opened as well." "Is Perfected Immortal Qing Chen coming?" Xiao Chen couldn't help feeling flabbergasted. Perfected Immortal Qing Chen had warned him not to cause an accident in the Middle Continent before he left. But he seemed to have truly gotten into serious trouble this time. He asked again, "What's the Annihilation Times? What is his own seal? Is Perfected Immortal Qing Chen a Nirvana Realm cultivator as well?" Fengxi sank into a contemplative mood with a myriad of expressions crossing his face. After a long time, he finally replied, "It's hard for me to explain the seal of his own, but the Annihilation Times are indeed upon us. This time, there's no room for escape." The more ambiguous his replies were, th
Xiao Chen's forehead furrowed in agitation. He waved a hand and said, "I don't want to see anyone!" Looking uncomfortable, the lady said, "I recommend that you meet your guest, Master." "Oh?" Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow. "Tell him to come in then..." His voice hadn't faded when an airy voice drifted to his ears. "I'm everywhere and anywhere. There's no need to call for me for I'm here." Before the voice faded, a woman clad in cyan appeared inside the courtyard. Her peerless face wore no emotion. Like a fairy of the Jade Platform, she stood in the slight breeze with her dress swaying in the wind. "Oh my! I didn't know Master Xiaoyue is here. Forgive us if we're not courteous enough." Fengxi went over to welcome her with smiles. As the heir of the Ancient Immortal Clan in the Thousand Feathers Sect, Xiaoyue would surely follow the many rules of etiquette to show respect before visiting a sect. While her sudden arriv
Xiao Chen slowly calmed down. He leaned against the rattan chair with his eyes closed and slowly adjusted his breathing. He tried his best to sense the movement of the wind in the air, paying attention to the faint rustling of the wind as it crossed his ear.Like the flowing of a stream from the top of the mountain, he allowed the True Qi inside him to circulate as they pleased. He put the cultivation methods that he learned out of his mind and forgot who he was. He imagined himself as a leaf that floated along with the flow of the water. His imagination was so vivid that he could even see carps swimming in the river. He imagined himself as the breeze in the mountains, where he could see a camellia growing by the cliff dancing in the wind. Gradually, he entered an unprecedented mysterious state in which he seemed to have become one with nature—heaven and earth themselves. He no longer existed in this world, and yet he was everywhere and anywh
"Excuse me, are you Xiao Chen?" Suddenly, a man in his thirties or forties walked over to Xiao Chen and asked for his identity in a quiet voice. Xiao Chen looked at the man, a Foundation Building Realm cultivator, and nodded. "Correct." "Someone told me to deliver this to you." The man retrieved a neat pile of letters from his sleeve and handed it to Xiao Chen. Frowning, Xiao Chen opened the letter and found elegant handwriting on it. "I apologize for not being able to make it today due to some urgent matters. I have already ordered someone to have a word with the Immortals' League. Feel free to follow them when they come for you." "I'll excuse myself then." The man saluted him and disappeared into an alley. Xiao Chen took a deep breath. Summoning True Qi in his palm, the letter in his hand swiftly turned into ashes. He returned the same way he came, all while wondering what business Xiaoyue had to a
Qingluan raised her head. Her long years of cultivation had tempered her character to surpass that of an ordinary woman's, but there was still the slightest shift in her expression at this moment. For a long time, she didn't speak. Xiao Chen smiled upon seeing her reluctance. "It's alright if you don't wish to answer. You may leave now." "Yes, Master," Qingluan whispered and then left. The curtain of night was about to fall, bringing with it a gentle evening breeze. The wind carried the fragrance of the flowers down the mountain, refreshing one's mind and spirit. Before going down the mountain, Xiao Chen had sent Murong Xian'er to Fengxi's place. Thus, he and Ziyun'er were the only ones in the courtyard. Both of them said nothing. Even the sunset fell in silence. Ziyun'er wounded her hands into tight fists. She lowered her head, afraid to meet his eyes. Her delicate face was as red as the sun setting over the horizon.
The two people beside him were upset to see him so happy after overhearing the disciples' discussion. They sneered inwardly. "To think you can still smile at a time like this!" When they arrived at the public square, they found a massive crowd outside the Pure Harmony Hall. Xiao Chen probed the hall with his Divine Sense. Perfected Immortal Fengxi was seated in the central spot of the hall. Underneath, Perfected Immortal Qing Chen, Yu Yifeng, the Elder of the Pavilion of Thoughts, and the Elder of the Pavilion of Law were seated to his left. The only one missing was the Elder of the Pavilion of Swords. Seated opposite them were two men dressed in wide-sleeved white robes. They couldn't look any haughtier if they tried. One of them was holding a small cup to his lips, relishing in his tea. It was obvious from his expression that he held no respect for anyone here. The other looked cold and grim. He looked at Perfected Immortal F