Atop Purple Bamboo Peak.
BOOM!
Violent Spiritual Qi erupted towards the heavens.
The mountain trembled. Ancient, sky-reaching trees were uprooted, and along with countless boulders, they were swept into the air as if by a mighty wind.
The ancient trees snapped, rocks crumbled, tumbling in the air before crashing to the ground.
A massive crater appeared, and the deafening sound could be heard for a hundred miles around.
The woman’s gaze fell upon the shattered half of the mountaintop, seemingly venting the anger in her heart. Her stunning face filled with cold, indifferent killing intent. "Who dares to lay a hand on my Master!"
This person was none other than Yun Xinyue, whose slave imprint had been removed previously.
Now, she had finally erged from seclusion. The aura of her cultivation had already reached the Seventh Genius Spirit Realm. Compared to before, she was like a completely new person, as if she had shed her old self.
The Genius Spirit Realm.
Such cultivation speed was even a notch faster than Wen Zhixing’s.
Her deanor was also vastly different from before.
Previously, despite her origins in the Wonderous Palace, she had a gentle and graceful deanor when interacting with others, or so it seed on the surface.
But now, though her white clothes were purer than snow, making her appear from afar like an otherworldly immortal descended to the mortal realm, her stunning face was etched with frost. Her entire being exuded a fierce, deadly aura, as if she had transford into a completely different person.
As soon as Yun Xinyue erged from her seclusion, she went to find Si Nanyan and Feng Ruoli. She had been worried about them all along, her anxiety growing, especially after she stopped receiving ssages from them. Unfortunately, Yun Xinyue had been trapped within a Cave of Fortune, unable to leave until she broke through to the Genius Spirit Realm. Now, just as she had feared, trouble had indeed arisen. The residences of Si Nanyan and Feng Ruoli were deserted. By now, she had already learned the specifics of the situation.
anwhile, a bitterly smiling Xiang Yanwen was following Yun Xinyue. He wanted to explain things to Yun Xinyue, but he found himself unable to speak. He had brought these people to the Purple Cloud Divine Sect, yet he couldn’t protect a single one. How could he have the face to speak?
Within Purple Bamboo Peak, so powerful cultivators erged in the distance, curious about the commotion. However, Xiang Yanwen dispersed them before they could get close. As for those with lesser strength, they didn’t dare approach. The aura was simply too terrifying.
Yun Xinyue quickly steadied her mind and looked at Xiang Yanwen with cold eyes. "Elder Xiang, do you rember what you promised ?"
"Xinyue, this matter... This old man... This old man..." Xiang Yanwen smiled bitterly again.
He had indeed promised to take good care of Si Nanyan and Feng Ruoli, and not just once. He had made a promise when they first joined the sect, and again before Yun Xinyue, highly valued by the Purple Cloud Divine Sect’s upper echelons, entered her secluded cultivation.
Clearly, he had broken all his promises. He had failed to protect them.
"I never expected Elder Xiang to be a man who breaks his word." A trace of contempt flashed in Yun Xinyue’s eyes. "If you can’t keep a promise, why make one in the first place?"
Xiang Yanwen hurriedly explained, "Xinyue, although I am an Elder, our Purple Bamboo Peak is rely one of the Lower Three Veins. We simply cannot stand against the Upper Three Veins. They..."
Although he hated to admit his own low status, he was now forced to acknowledge it.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t tried to protect Si Nanyan and Feng Ruoli. But when the people from the Upper Three Veins acted covertly, he was completely powerless. Even if he personally went to them, it wouldn’t make the slightest difference.
"Hmph, so much for the ’Upper Three Veins’..." Yun Xinyue sneered and turned. With each step, her overwhelming killing intent seed to crush the shattered stones on the ground beneath her feet.
She knew who was responsible. If anything had happened to Si Nanyan or Feng Ruoli, she wouldn’t hesitate to fight the perpetrators to the death.
Feng Ruoli had raised her. She could ignore injustices to others, but not when it ca to Feng Ruoli!
As for Xiang Yanwen, she had lost all hope in him. Useless.
"Xinyue, you must remain calm!" Xiang Yanwen caught up quickly, his voice laced with anxiety. "The Qin Family is not to be provoked. What Purple Bamboo Peak needs now is to lie low and bide our ti. Once you officially beco a Godson, or even join the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land, that will be our mont for Purple Bamboo Peak to soar!"
"Purple Bamboo Peak, soar?" Yun Xinyue turned her head, her expression cold. "Elder Xiang, I forgot to ntion, I have already beco Master Nangong Luoling’s disciple. The future of your Purple Bamboo Peak is no concern of mine."
"What? Elder Nangong...?" Xiang Yanwen visibly flinched at the na.
Nangong Luoling was one of the Supre Elders of the Purple Cloud Divine Sect. They rarely interfered in sect affairs and belonged to no particular vein.
Few within the Purple Cloud Divine Sect knew that Yun Xinyue had beco Nangong Luoling’s disciple. Even Xiang Yanwen himself had only just learned of it.
He hadn’t expected Yun Xinyue to actually gain Nangong Luoling’s favor. This ant Yun Xinyue could now completely sever ties with Purple Bamboo Peak, and there was nothing he could do about it.
"Xinyue, this old man was also helpless. The power of the Upper Three Veins is too imnse," Xiang Yanwen explained again, his face paling.
His cultivation was clearly far superior to Yun Xinyue’s, yet at this mont, he seed sowhat servile.
"Very well. I can give you so face for now and not leave Purple Bamboo Peak." Yun Xinyue looked at Xiang Yanwen. "But I will need your help."
"This..." Xiang Yanwen hesitated.
This ans going against the Qin Family! The Qin Family also has Supre Elders within their ranks. They have countless powerful mbers; Purple Bamboo Peak is no match for them!
Reviews
All reviews (0)