Moqi: “???”
Eleventh Elder: “!!!”
What kind of situation was this? How did this child still have the mind to chat with Moqi?!
The Ninth Elder immediately moved to grab her. But just as he squeezed through the crowd and before he could even set foot near the edge of the crater, a second wave of spiritual energy boomed from the distant mountains.
This time, the shockwave was several times more ferocious than the last, pressing down from above like a collapsing mountain range.
Even the elders couldn't maintain their footing. They stumbled back a couple of steps, their faces turning pale in unison.
The disciples squeezed near the gap in the barrier who hadn't managed to escape yet fared even worse. They were swept off their feet by the oncoming gale, sent flying in all directions, and knocked unconscious on the spot.
Song Yao was already severely drained and physically weak. When the aftershock hit her, she felt a twisting pain rip through her internal organs. A wave of heat rushed up her throat, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood. Oh, this is bad, she thought.
Looking up, she saw that the intertwined golden light atop the distant peak had completely shattered. Dark purple mist covered the sky, blanketing the Fuguang Platform. In just the time it took to drink half a cup of tea, the victor had been decided.
In the next instant, the mass of black mist crossed the mountain peaks and suddenly hovered directly over Yunxue Valley.
The sky instantly darkened. The thick, dark mist blotted out the sun, plunging the entire valley into pitch-black darkness.
Standing at the core of the black mist, Ye Chongguang looked down with cold, emotionless eyes.
Why was he here?
What was his purpose in coming to Yunxue Valley?
Several elders staggered to their feet, their robes covered in gravel and dust. They quickly formed hand seals to conjure spiritual light, doing their best to prop up a protective shield over the unconscious disciples on the ground.
The pressure from the mist was as heavy as a mountain. The moment the shield took shape, it vibrated and buzzed, with cracks rapidly spiderwebbing across its surface. It was only because the elders were holding on with all of their life's cultivation that the disciples underneath weren't instantly crushed into meat paste.
With veins bulging on his forehead, the Second Elder stared up at the figure in the black mist and barked, “Ye Chongguang! You invaded the Nine Saints Hall with such fanfare. What on earth do you want?!”
Ye Chongguang swept his sharp gaze over the crowd. His voice was low and cold. “I am looking for someone.”
Looking for someone?!
The Second Elder frowned, exchanging a tense look with the two elders beside him. His heart skipped a beat. “Who are you looking for?”
Before Ye Chongguang could speak, a blinding golden beam of light erupted once more from the direction of the Fuguang Platform!
The golden light was like a celestial river pouring downward. Carrying a vast, mountain-burning and sea-boiling spiritual energy, it tore through the churning black mist and slashed straight toward the core of the darkness.
The air in its path was warped and distorted by the intense heat, and even the mountain beneath their feet groaned under the immense weight.
Someone else was attacking?!
Song Yao could no longer sit up. She lay down comfortably by the edge of the crater and slapped a few talismans—which she had recently swiped from her Fourth Junior Brother's robe—onto herself to barely protect her body. Even so, the shockwave made her chest tighten. A sweet, metallic taste welled up in her throat, and she spat out another mouthful of blood.
She wiped the blood from her lips and squinted at the source of the golden light.
Such a massive pressure... it felt like the aura of the Beiyao Sect.
Could the Beiyao Sect have another hidden master besides Feng Qing?!
Monstrous purple waves surged from the black mist as Ye Chongguang raised his sleeve to block the attack head-on.
The golden and purple spiritual energies collided with a deafening boom, making everyone's eardrums ache and their heads ring.
Yunxue Valley shook violently. Rocks and debris cascaded down the mountain walls, and deep cracks spread across the mountain ridges like a spiderweb.
The shockwaves tore through the sky, splitting it right down the middle into light and dark—one half pitch-black as ink, the other blazing with brilliant golden light.
As the golden light receded, a figure emerged, standing in midair.
The newcomer had a head of snow-white hair but a youthful face that looked no older than a teenager. However, the spiritual energy radiating from her was as deep and vast as an abyss. Even the churning black mist did not dare to approach her.
Standing with her hands behind her back at the rift in the sky, her eyes curved into a smile, and she spoke in a deeply weathered, ancient voice. “Chongguang, I trust you have been well.”
Song Yao was taken aback, recognizing her. “...Feng He? Didn't she pass away a long time ago?”
A cold snort drifted from the depths of the crater beside her. “Our Supreme Elder has been in seclusion for a hundred years. If Ye Chongguang hadn't been so insolent, why would she have to leave her seclusion!”
Song Yao's mind suddenly cleared.
No wonder the Second Elder had said Feng Qing was the one who struck first. No wonder Feng Qing dared to go head-to-head with the Taiqing Pavilion like this. She actually had such a trump card up her sleeve.
Judging by the spiritual energy fluctuating around Supreme Elder Feng He, she had likely already reached the mid stage of the Deity Transformation Realm.
Now that the Beiyao Sect had played its trump card, what about the Nine Saints Hall?
What were they still waiting for?
She coughed up two more mouthfuls of blood, casually wiped them away, and looked around.
Well.
There was nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide.
She simply gave up struggling and asked Moqi in the crater with great interest, “Hey, let's make a bet. Who do you think will win?”
Moqi: “...”
Wait.
Was this kid missing a brain cell or something?
What kind of situation was this, and she still had the mood to bet on this??
If those two up there started fighting, her frail body would probably be vaporized into a bloody mist instantly.
Seeing her eager expression, he had no choice but to snap grumpily, “What a stupid question. Of course I support our Supreme Elder!”
Song Yao smiled. “Easy, easy. Then I'll support Ye Chongguang. If you lose, you have to slap your Supreme Elder. If I lose, I'll go slap Ye Chongguang.”
Moqi: “...”
No, really.
Is she insane?
What kind of wager is that??
He let out a cold snort. “There is absolutely no way our Supreme Elder will lose.”
By this time, the surrounding cultivators had also snapped out of their shock, unable to hide their immense dread.
Ye Chongguang's expression darkened slightly, a flash of wariness crossing his eyes. He raised his sleeve and clasped his hands, speaking in a stiff tone, “Senior Feng, you are of advanced age. It would be best if you did not meddle in these matters.”
“If this old woman does not meddle, I am afraid the disciples of my sect will be bullied to death,” Feng He said.
Standing at the peak of the clouds with her white hair fluttering in the fierce wind, her eyes remained curved as she spoke in a conversational tone. “The three major sects have coexisted for hundreds of years. Your Nine Saints Hall and Taiqing Pavilion have sat above our Beiyao Sect for a long time, and the disciples of my sect have lived under your shadow for years. I can choose not to settle those old accounts with you.”
She looked down at the devastation below, her voice cutting through the howling wind to reach everyone's ears with absolute clarity. “But now, evil has festered within the Nine Saints Hall, disrupting the righteous path. My Beiyao Sect upholds the laws of the righteous path, so it is only natural and logical for us to step in and take over the Nine Saints Hall. Chongguang, what do you think?”
The black mist around Ye Chongguang surged several inches. He let out a faint laugh. “The Nine Saints Hall was only cleaned up thanks to the efforts of the five elders of my pavilion. It took a great deal of work. For Senior Feng to demand to take full control just by opening her mouth... isn't that a bit too greedy?”
Feng He couldn't help but sigh softly, as if dealing with an ignorant junior. There was a trace of pity in her tone. “Since you refuse to listen, this old woman will have to teach your Taiqing Pavilion some rules as well.”
Before her voice even faded, a blinding golden light condensed in her palm. Her spiritual light fell like a blazing sun descending from the sky, pressing down on Ye Chongguang with overwhelming force.
Ye Chongguang let out a low growl. The purple-black mist churned into a colossal wave, rising to meet the attack head-on.
The golden and purple spiritual energies collided violently once more. The thunderous boom echoed through the valley, and a wild, destructive shockwave exploded outward in a massive ring.
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