Countless spirit boats surrounded the Xinghe Imperial City, packing it so tightly that not even water could trickle through.
The three Sect Masters stood at the very front, staring at Fu Yunshen with arrogant sneers...
Finally, they could have their revenge!
Lu Ming looked at the three of them and asked, “My Grandfather has only been gone for a few days, and you're already here to bully us?”
The Sect Master of the Haoran Sect sneered, “Cut the crap, you little brat! The strong prey on the weak. If you obediently hand over the Equality Secret Realm and the breakthrough grass... oh, right. And our spirit stones from back then, maybe I'll let you die with some dignity...”
Smack!
Before the Haoran Sect Master could finish his sentence, a heavy slap landed squarely on the back of his head.
“Who is the little brat calling?”
“The little brat is obviously calling you—”
“Hmm?”
The Haoran Sect Master was just about to fly into a rage. Who the hell dared to talk to him like that?
But suddenly, something felt off.
This voice sounded wrong... It seemed incredibly similar to a certain big shot's voice.
He glanced at the terrified faces of the Dingyuan and Zixuan Sect Masters beside him.
He instantly guessed who had hit him.
Sure enough, when he turned his head, he saw the Grand Elder smiling warmly at him. “Well, little brat? Surprised? Delighted?”
“Grandfather! Aren't you dead?!” the Haoran Sect Master blurted out, on the verge of tears.
His heart was filled with bitter misery! There was absolutely no delight here, only pure terror!
A proper Grandfather should stay dead when he dies! Even if he doesn't die, he should at least hang himself!
“I was dead, but didn't you just anger me back to life?” the Grand Elder mumbled with a look of melancholy.
The three Sect Masters: “...”
Grandfather, are you even speaking human language? If we had the ability to anger someone back to life, we would have ascended to immortality long ago.
“Grandfather, please don't misunderstand. We... uh... we just heard that you passed away, so we came to pay our respects...” The Haoran Sect Master reacted lightning-fast, scrambling to find an excuse.
The Grand Elder glanced at the Haoran Sect members behind him.
Sensing the Grand Elder's gaze, the Haoran Sect Master blinked, putting on the most sincere performance of his entire life. “Ah... We brought quite a few people, but we brought our own food! There's no need for you to host us...”
Just as the Haoran Sect Master finished speaking, the Dingyuan Sect Master took a step forward, cupping his fists. “Senior, actually, our Dingyuan Sect is an undercover agent that infiltrated the punitive alliance. Our plan was to coordinate with the Xinghe Dynasty from both inside and out to wipe out the Haoran and Zixuan Sects in one fell swoop...”
“Senior, we're on the same side! Our Dingyuan Sect is also an army of justice...”
The Haoran and Zixuan Sect Masters spun around to look at the righteous-sounding Dingyuan Sect Master, their faces filled with utter shock.
You shameless bastard! How can you say something so utterly thick-skinned?
Immediately, the two of them shouted in unison, “Senior, it was actually the Dingyuan Sect that instigated us! We're the real victims here...”
The Dingyuan Sect Master refused to back down. “You were clearly the ones who egged me on!”
Watching the three bickering, the Grand Elder chuckled and asked, “Aren't you guys going to run?”
The three arguing Sect Masters looked at each other, their hearts filled with bitterness.
Run?
With just them?
It wasn't that they looked down on themselves, but they knew exactly where they stood.
Even their own Ancestors couldn't beat this Grandfather. How could they possibly outrun him?
By the way, where were their Ancestors?
Weren't they supposed to be following in secret?
Where were they?
At the very least, they should come out to greet the Grandfather and buy them some time to retreat!
At this moment, the three Ancestors were already on the verge of fleeing the borders of the Xinghe Dynasty.
They hadn't even followed the army all the way to the Imperial City, precisely because they were afraid of some unexpected turn of events...
And sure enough, an accident had occurred...
At this point, the Dingyuan Sect Master spoke up helplessly, “Senior, we are willing to surrender...”
“Yes, yes... we are willing to surrender...” the Haoran and Zixuan Sect Masters chimed in.
The Grand Elder nodded. “Very well. I'm a kind-hearted soul. Since you insist on surrendering, I shall accept...”
Hearing this, the three Sect Masters couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
They didn't have to die. This was wonderful!
Afterward, the three Sect Masters smoothly led their respective disciples to surrender once again.
Thus, the grand and imposing punitive campaign of the three major forces against the Xinghe Dynasty drew to a swift close.
...
After fleeing the borders of the Xinghe Dynasty, the Ancestors of the three major sects were just celebrating their narrow escape from the tiger's den.
But immediately after, they received sound transmission talismans from their respective Sect Masters, telling them to prepare spirit stones for ransom...
No matter how furious they were upon receiving the messages, the three Ancestors had no choice but to head back and gather the spirit stones.
They couldn't just watch their sect's disciples get slaughtered by the Xinghe Dynasty.
If they ignored them, their sects would be finished!
The Haoran Sect Ancestor was on his way back to the Haoran Sect.
Suddenly, his gaze sharpened as he sensed a familiar aura.
Looking closely, he saw a black-clothed cultivator rushing through the mountain forest below.
He recognized the person instantly as Ye Fan—that damned eunuch...
Thinking about how everything they suffered today was because of this guy, the Haoran Sect Ancestor felt an uncontrollable surge of rage.
“Eunuch, die...!”
Before the words even fully left his mouth, the Haoran Sect Ancestor struck downward with his palm.
Instantly, the trees of the forest shattered, and the mountain rocks crumbled.
Ye Fan had also secretly hidden within the Xinghe Dynasty during this operation.
He had wanted to see if the Haoran Sect and the others could kill Lu Ming this time.
In the end, he had only witnessed them getting captured yet again.
Other than cursing them as idiots, there was nothing he could do.
Afterward, he had also fled the Xinghe Dynasty.
He had planned to find a quiet place to continue his cultivation.
Who would have thought he would run into the Haoran Sect Ancestor?
Seeing the Haoran Sect Ancestor's attack, Ye Fan's eyes turned cold. With no time to dodge, he could only meet it head-on.
Circulating his spiritual energy, he threw a backhand punch. The phantom fist was as black as ink, violently colliding with the wind of the Ancestor's palm strike.
Boom!
The two forces collided with a deafening blast. The resulting shockwave swept across thousands of miles, leveling the mountain forest.
Ye Fan stumbled back dozens of steps. Feeling a sweet taste in his throat, he forced himself to swallow the blood down.
The Haoran Sect Ancestor was utterly shocked. He hadn't expected this eunuch, whom he had always looked down upon, to actually block his strike.
If this guy is allowed to grow in the future, won't he become an endless source of trouble?
“You little eunuch, you're courting death!”
With towering killing intent, the Haoran Sect Ancestor stepped forward, his figure turning into a streak of light as he attacked once more.
Ye Fan's figure flickered as he activated his Dustless Step, his black robes fluttering wildly in the fierce wind.
He didn't dare to clash head-on with the Haoran Sect Ancestor.
He could only rely on his bizarre movement technique to weave and fight, occasionally flicking attacks from his fingertips.
The Ancestor grew increasingly alarmed as the fight went on. He hadn't expected a Soul Transformation stage cultivator to actually withstand the attacks of a Unity-stage cultivator like himself.
He must die! The Haoran Sect Ancestor reached out and summoned a golden spirit sword, slashing downward.
The sword qi spanned heaven and earth, aiming to cleave Ye Fan in two with a single strike.
Ye Fan's pupils constricted. Burning his spiritual energy, he summoned a secret treasure for protection.
At the same time, he unleashed a secret technique, his figure shifting a hundred yards away at the critical moment.
Boom!
The sword qi slammed into the ground, carving out a bottomless trench.
Ye Fan knew that he couldn't keep this up.
He realized that with his early Soul Transformation stage cultivation, he was simply no match for the Haoran Sect Ancestor, a veteran Unity-stage cultivator.
With this in mind, he stopped engaging. Turning into a black shadow, he swiftly fled.
“You think you can escape?!”
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