The disciples of the Nine Saints Hall...
Even those at the Foundation Establishment stage had charged forward.
Every single one of them—why were they so foolishly heroic, so reckless with their lives?
Her clash with the Beiyao Sect was meant to save Wen Wumian.
Why did they make a move?
Did they want to save her?
Frowning, Wen Wumian pulled her aside to dodge a beam of spiritual light. “What’s wrong?”
Song Yao snapped back to reality, the corners of her lips curving up in an uncontrollable, faint smile. “Nothing.”
With so many people surrounding them, it was already a chaotic melee where numbers overwhelmed.
Unable to dive into the chaotic brawl immediately, Song Yao glanced at Moqi’s increasingly grim expression. She controlled her sword to shield a few disciples with weaker cultivation bases, taking a moment to ask Wen Wumian, “So, what’s the situation up ahead? What is Ye Chongguang planning? What is he talking about with Feng Qing? What’s his current cultivation level? What are his trump cards?”
The barrage of questions left Wen Wumian silent for a moment.
He reminded her, “I have no intention of betraying my sect for the time being. Besides, I’ve been staying at the Nine Saints Hall lately, so I don't know much.”
Song Yao gave an “oh,” sounding a little disappointed. “Fine.”
Wen Wumian didn’t move, staring at her intently. “You won’t come to the Wen family with me? It’s too dangerous here. The Wen family can at least guarantee your safety.”
Song Yao couldn’t help but find it a little strange.
Since her rebirth, why had everyone become so obsessed with preserving life, and why did they cherish her life just as fiercely?
They constantly brought up saving her life in front of her.
As long as she didn’t run into those things from the Earth Realm, her life wasn’t something that could be lost so easily.
“No need, I’m not going. If you really want to keep me alive...”
She paused and gave him an encouraging look. “Just go kill Ye Chongguang and Feng Qing.”
Wen Wumian: “...”
This Senior Sister Lin had always been nonsensical.
Having heard it so many times, he was more or less used to it by now.
After a moment of hesitation, he pulled out a jade token and handed it to her. “If you change your mind, bring this to find me, and I’ll take you to the Wen family.”
Song Yao didn’t take it.
She had far too many jade tokens and command plates of all sizes on her person; rummaging through them would take quite a while.
Besides, if Ye Chongguang and Feng Qing truly started a fight, showing a token to anyone would be useless.
She casually pushed the jade token back. “Go back and tell your family head that I didn’t help her much before. It’s her own capability that she can manage the Wen family well now. There’s no need to constantly keep me in her thoughts.”
Wen Wumian paused slightly. His throat bobbed, and his voice dropped a fraction. “It wasn’t the family head’s order.”
Song Yao was busy controlling her sword to shave off the hair of several Beiyao Sect cultivators. Her eyes curved with amusement, and she didn’t hear him clearly. Turning her head, she asked again, “What did you say?”
Wen Wumian: “...I said, it is I who wants you to go to the Wen family. I... I don't want anything to happen to you.”
Song Yao watched as the bald-shorn cultivators panicked and tried to seek revenge with their swords, only to be blocked by a dense wall of Nine Saints Hall disciples. A strange sense of satisfaction washed over her.
With so many junior disciples helping her out, was this what it felt like to be a senior sister?
Why had she never experienced this before?
After enjoying the spectacle for a moment, she remembered to reply to Wen Wumian. She waved her hand dismissively. “Then that makes things even simpler. You are from the Taiqing Pavilion, so you have even less reason to worry about me. If anything happens to me, it would only benefit your pavilion.”
Wen Wumian’s face turned pale. He gripped the jade token tighter, his lips parting as if to speak, but he ultimately held back.
Up in the air above Yunxue Valley, Moqi’s face grew even more furious and ruthless. His gaze, laced with venom, swept toward the center of the battlefield.
Unlike his Beiyao Sect, the Nine Saints Hall disciples weren’t under his control. Usually, they would only hide when trouble arose. Yet now, stirred up by someone, they were charging forward with a reckless disregard for their own lives.
With their superior numbers and the surprisingly powerful swordplay of the leaders, they were actually forcing the Beiyao Sect’s elites to retreat step by step.
If that weren’t enough, amidst the flashing blades and shadows of swords across the battlefield, the two main culprits in the center actually had the leisure to stand there and chat. Especially that pill cultivator—she was all smiles!
She didn’t respect him in the slightest!
He closed his eyes and roared in annoyance, “Have you had enough?!”
Spiritual energy suddenly erupted from his body. The Nine Saints Hall disciples, who had been high-spirited just a moment ago, instantly felt their knees buckle under the pressure. The magical swords in their hands were knocked away, and they lost all ability to resist in an instant, like hundreds of ants facing a raging storm and tsunami.
A sharp, lethal glint pierced through the air, hurtling straight toward Song Yao and Wen Wumian with fierce killing intent.
Pinned down and unable to move, Ming Ran cried out in panic, “Master, watch out!”
Song Yao’s eyes flashed. She instantly recalled the Bishui Sword, preparing to block the strike head-on. But Wen Wumian suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulled her back, and stepped in front of her.
Song Yao: “?”
She could withstand it easily, so why was he acting out some hero-saves-the-beauty drama?
Did he want to die?
Before she could move her sword to protect him, hundreds of gilded talismans suddenly unfolded in front of them, stacking into an indestructible wall of light.
The spiritual energy slammed into the wall, exploding into a shower of fine, glittering light, unable to damage the interior in the slightest.
Only the Eleventh Elder’s face grew a shade paler. Forcing herself to stand firm, she landed in front of the duo, her voice cold. “Elder Mo, if you want to fight, come at me. What kind of achievement is it to ambush a few children?”
With someone protecting her, Song Yao sheathed her sword and nodded in agreement behind the Eleventh Elder. “Exactly, exactly.”
Moqi let out a dark, sinister laugh that didn’t reach his eyes. “Children? This child of yours is anything but ordinary. She’s managed to infatuate a personal disciple of the Taiqing Pavilion so much that he’s run off to collude with you at a time like this.”
“Our Beiyao Sect lectures day in and day out, finally guiding you evil path disciples back onto the righteous path. Yet now, with just a few words of instigation from her, you’ve reverted to this state of being unable to distinguish right from wrong, even daring to attack and injure others.”
“With such crooked minds, they will likely walk the same path as Song Yao and Wen Tang in the future!”
His tone was slow and deliberate, every word loaded with threats and calculations. “I am doing this for your own good. As long as you hand her and Wen Wumian over to me of your own accord, I might soften my heart and forgive your grave offense of fleeing today.”
“Slanderous lies! It was clearly you who picked a fight for no reason!”
Ming Ran’s eyes were red with anger. Ignoring the spiritual pressure weighing on her like lead, she craned her neck and retorted fiercely, “My master acts with honor and integrity! Don’t you dare try to twist the facts!”
The Eleventh Elder sneered, her gaze locked onto Moqi as she ridiculed, “When it comes to the ability to lie through one’s teeth, the Beiyao Sect is indeed unmatched. To slander an innocent young girl like this, piling on one accusation after another—you certainly put more effort into this than your own cultivation!”
“An innocent young girl indeed!”
This “innocent” girl was the very one who had caused him to be whipped hundreds of times!
The hypocritical smile on Moqi’s face vanished instantly, replaced by a surge of sinister, ruthless rage in his eyes. The spiritual energy around him grew several degrees heavier.
He glared at the Eleventh Elder and barked, “Since you insist on being ungrateful, don't blame me for being merciless!”
“All of you, hear my command! Capture all of these evil cultivators! Anyone who dares to resist or refuse to comply is to be executed without mercy!”
Ye Chongguang was just outside, and there was no way to stop these people from talking nonsense. He had to make an example out of them to force them into submission!
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