The Hehuan Sect and other martial arts sects have so differences. Compared to the usual martial arts sects’ characteristic of ’claiming a mountain as king,’ the Hehuan Sect is more attached to the mundane developnt, thus having its unique features.
At present.
Chen Mu has ascended to the top of the world, and though he has never openly supported the Hehuan Sect’s developnt, it is well known that the Hehuan Sect has had many collaborations with Chen Mu.
Even just borrowing the prestige of this ’tiger skin,’ it is enough for the Hehuan Sect to establish a foothold in the Central Prefecture, at least making various forces wary of the Hehuan Sect, unsure if provoking the Hehuan Sect would also an provoking Chen Mu, the Martial Saint.
Of course.
A dignified Martial Saint having close ties with the Hehuan Sect is sowhat intriguing... Hence these matters only circulate among the upper echelons of major powers, with no one daring to openly spread rumors about Chen Mu’s relationship with the Hehuan Sect.
After all, if his reputation is affected, inciting Chen Mu’s wrath could be more terrifying than the past Imperial Emperor’s anger!
The Emperor’s rage may cause millions of casualties, whereas Chen Mu’s wrath might lead to rivers of blood!
However, Chen Mu himself does not care much about these matters. In his view, whether Hehuan or other sects, they are either pursuing the path of survival or martial arts, with no essential difference among schools and trades.
He took a few more steps forward.
Arriving at the front of the valley, he saw several elders of the Hehuan Sect, including Xia Yu’r and Luan Qiui, whom Chen Mu knew, all waiting on the side. Upon seeing Chen Mu, they all paid their respects to him.
The leading figure among them had eyes as deep as the night, akin to the moon shadow on autumn water, sharp and unfathomable. Every turn of her gaze seed able to discern the deepest desires in a person’s heart. Her long eyebrows were like paintings, slightly raised, and her aura subtly held strands of daunting majesty, as if with just a glance, she could determine life and death.
The Hehuan Sect Master, Muqing Yi!
The Hehuan Sect does not have a Supre Elder, only a Sect Master and a Saintess. The Sect Master is the hereditary title of generations, all are of the Blood Exchange Realm, and the Saintess can only be held by those in the Blood Exchange Realm. The Saintess is essentially the successor to the Sect Master.
Though the Hehuan Sect has never produced a Celestial Master, the Blood Exchange Realm inheritance continues through generations. At its peak, there was even one Sect Master and two Saintesses, but now only Muqing Yi remains, with no one in the sect able to shoulder the main responsibility.
As the Sect Master, Muqing Yi is considered a top figure renowned in the region.
Though secular martial arts look down on the Hehuan Sect, when ntioning its Sect Master, ordinary martial artists are generally afraid, compared to those of the Orthodox Sects, the Hehuan Sect Master is undoubtedly more intimidating.
Yet at this mont, the Sect Master of the Hehuan Sect, who is feared in the secular world, shows no sign of affecting desires or intent in front of Chen Mu, restraining all charm and respectfully bows lightly:
"Hehuan Muqing Yi, pays respects to Saint Chen."
"Sect Master Mu, I’ve heard much about you."
Chen Mu, with a calm deanor, returned the salute.
Looking at the notorious Hehuan Sect Master in front of him, he felt a slight sentint, once considering her one of the characters he feared greatly, but now she ant little to him.
Now, even the entire Hehuan Sect dares not to show the slightest disrespect before him. Within the sect, the rampant desires are undetectable.
Muqing Yi smiled slightly and said:
"In front of Saint Chen, how dare I talk about nas. Saint Chen visiting our sect as a guest indeed brings honor to us, please."
With her words falling, Muqing Yi invited with a gesture.
Chen Mu, with a composed expression, accepted the invitation and stepped forward, entering the premises of the Hehuan Sect.
Muqing Yi and the elders led the way in front, quickly passing through the valley and arriving at a group of palaces situated within the valley.
The palaces were not particularly luxurious and grand, but upon entering, the scenery inside was entirely different from the exterior of the sect, where nurous charming and graceful maidens were quietly serving various spirit fruits, spiritual wine, and spiritual tea.
So wore extrely minimal clothing, barely covering key areas, sparking imagination, while others donned long gowns and sheer veils, with very light colors that made their enchanting contours vaguely visible, catching attention.
If Chen Mu from twenty years ago saw this scene, he would certainly be captivated, overwheld and dazzled by what he saw.
But now, facing this scene, Chen Mu’s expression remained unchanged, casually taking a seat in the hall at Muqing Yi’s invitation.
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