Chapter 267
Chen Huai'an wiped the blood from his hands.
His gaze fell on the jade token at the waist of the Qingyi ascendant—carved with the image of a white jade palace.
If he remembered correctly, this was the identity token of the Kunlun Immortal Palace.
“Master, Master…”
Li Qingran stared at Chen Huai'an's body, which exuded a violent aesthetic.
Her big eyes were wide open like two copper bells, her small mouth forming an O shape, and her hands instinctively covered her cheeks, stuttering as she spoke.
“Sorry, my disciple, in the martial world, one is often not in control of their own fate.”
Chen Huai'an knew that the Tianmo Gong (Heavenly Demon Technique) had frightened Li Qingran.
But he had already considered the consequences when he used the technique.
So, he covered half of his face with his hand, adopting a low, gravelly voice that sounded like it was stuck in a bubble, and explained, “Ahem, my cultivation has been suppressed, so I had to resort to body refinement techniques to gain an advantage in this realm, so…”
“W-wait, that’s not what I meant…” Li Qingran covered her eyes with one hand but couldn’t help peeking through her fingers.
Her other hand, unsure where to go, pointed awkwardly at Chen Huai'an.
Her voice trembled, filled with shyness and curiosity.
“Master, your… your pants…”
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Chapter 285: Sect Gathering
“What’s wrong with my pants? I bought these shorts from a street vendor, super cheap—only ten bucks each, and they feel like…”
Wait!
Chen Huai'an suddenly realized something.
He looked down, and his face turned beet red.
It turned out that the transformation from using the Tianmo Gong had been so drastic that it had torn his pants apart.
Now was not the time for a nuclear reveal.
He quickly pulled a new pair of pants from his spatial gear and put them on.
“Disciple, you didn’t see anything just now.”
Chen Huai'an emphasized, trying to maintain his composure.
He firmly believed in one principle—when the atmosphere is extremely awkward, as long as he himself isn’t embarrassed, then the embarrassment belongs to others.
“Disciple… saw everything.”
Li Qingran averted her gaze, biting her red lip.
Chen Huai'an: “…”
Seriously, why was she not following the script?
This was making him very uncomfortable.
The cave fell silent again.
Just as Chen Huai'an was sweating profusely, unsure how to respond, a furious roar from outside the cave provided him with an escape.
“Who dares to disrupt our Twelve Earthly Branches Golden Lock Dragon Trapping Formation!”
“What formation?” Chen Huai'an was taken aback.
Was it really that simple?
He had just casually mentioned it and had guessed correctly.
But the opponent’s attack had already descended.
Boom—!
The explosive energy wave instantly flattened the entire cave.
As the dust settled, Chen Huai'an saw Li Qingran standing in front of him, her Su Xuan sword held horizontally, one hand bracing against the blade, forming a barrier of sword energy that intercepted the residual shockwave just a foot in front of her.
“That old man is ruthless!”
Chen Huai'an looked around.
The bodies of the ascendants had been crushed to bits.
To think that this old man had attacked without knowing that these ascendants were already dead, clearly not intending to leave anyone alive in the cave.
“Kill this little thief who disrupted the formation, and their deaths will be worth it!”
The old man snorted coldly and then aimed a palm strike at Chen Huai'an and Li Qingran.
Yet, even though his cultivation was higher than Li Qingran’s, this full-force palm strike was easily blocked by her protective sword energy.
“Hmm?” The old man raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised.
He could sense that Li Qingran’s Yang Soul was only at the Golden Core stage.
But why was it so easy for her to withstand his attack?
In that case…
“Everyone, leave six to stabilize the formation. The rest, join me to take down these two little thieves first!”
As soon as he finished speaking, five Golden Core cultivators released their golden locks and surrounded Chen Huai'an and Li Qingran.
The oppressive aura of the six Golden Cores descended, and Li Qingran’s expression darkened. Gripping the hilt of her Su Xuan sword tightly, she turned to Chen Huai'an and said, “Master, you do what you need to do. I’ll hold them off for you!”
She didn’t know what Chen Huai'an planned to do.
She didn’t care why he had a demonic technique.
All she knew was that Chen Huai'an was her master.
She wouldn’t mistake her master’s aura.
As long as he was her master, that was enough.
Everything else didn’t matter.
Even facing six Golden Cores, even knowing they were outmatched.
“How could I let you face danger alone?” Chen Huai'an shook his head, pulled out his phone, and activated the electronic girlfriend game to summon an item from his player’s inventory.
To be honest,
Encountering so many Golden Cores in the real world was quite shocking.
If he were just an ordinary governor of the Demon-Slaying Division, witnessing the gap between himself and these ascendants might have shattered his mindset.
But unfortunately, he wasn’t.
He was a cheat.
“Attack!” The old man commanded from the air.
The six Golden Cores unleashed their martial arts to suppress Li Qingran. The surging spiritual energy stirred up a tempest, turning the surrounding trees and rocks into waves three zhang high before the impact even arrived.
“Master, run!” Li Qingran turned her head, her tone urgent.
But she saw Chen Huai'an pushing a jade token forward—on the front of the token was a beautifully written character for “sword.”
The back of the token depicted the entrance of the Sword Pavilion.
Below the entrance was a large gilded character—“Order.”
The Sword Pavilion’s sect token?
Li Qingran was momentarily stunned, but it felt different somehow.
“I am the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion,” Chen Huai'an stepped forward, standing in front of Li Qingran, facing the oncoming spells, his eyes shining with sword intent.
The token in front of him also began to glow.
He placed one hand on the token and shouted, “Today, I shall summon all disciples of the Sword Pavilion with this order!”
“Convene—!”
The space suddenly trembled, as if it had solidified.
The faces of the six Golden Cores changed dramatically.
They could actually see a grand sect’s phantom behind this young man, who was barely at the Foundation Establishment stage. Within that sect were towering peaks and pavilions, though dilapidated, they exuded a sword intent that reached the heavens.
The moment the sect’s phantom appeared, the spells they had activated began to shatter one by one.
…
Meanwhile, within the small world.
The three direct disciples of the Sword Pavilion, who were meditating in the Sword Tomb, seemed to sense something.
Three sword energies sliced through the void before them.
Duan Feng stood up, his expression serious, and bowed to the crack in the void, “Sword Pavilion disciple Duan Feng, at your command!” As soon as he finished speaking, he vanished from his spot.
Xu An and Zhen He also stood up.
They too respectfully cupped their hands toward the void.
“Sword Pavilion disciple Xu An, at your command!”
“Sword Pavilion disciple Zhen He, at your command!”
Swish, swish—!
The remaining two direct disciples also disappeared with the spatial fluctuations.
In the depths of the Sword Pavilion, within the main hall of the sect leader.
Su Qinian suddenly opened his eyes and glanced toward the direction of the Sword Tomb.
He smacked his lips and then closed his eyes to continue his cultivation.
…
The three direct disciples of the Sword Pavilion represented the strongest among the disciples.
Each of them possessed Golden Core strength.
Chen Huai'an held the token tightly.
Beside him, three phantoms were gradually solidifying.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to summon stronger elders and the sect leader.
The main issue was that with his current strength, summoning Su Qinian would last at most a minute—what could be done in a minute? But summoning three direct disciples was different; it could last a full half hour.
The ascendants in the real world seemed to have a significant gap in martial arts and core techniques compared to the cultivators of the Cangyun Realm, which was why that Golden Core old man’s full-force palm strike couldn’t do anything to Li Qingran.
Chen Huai'an thought that three direct disciples should be enough to deal with these twelve Golden Core ascendants. If it really came down to it, he could sacrifice some time to summon more.
“Disciple Duan Feng, pays respects to the ancestor.”
The first to finish the summoning, Duan Feng, was momentarily stunned upon seeing Chen Huai'an.
He even doubted whether he was seeing things.
It wasn’t until he saw Li Qingran beside him that he confirmed Chen Huai'an’s identity.
“Disciple Xu An… uh, ancestor, what happened to your hairstyle?”
“Disciple Zhen He, uh, hahaha, uh… pays respects to the ancestor.”
Chen Huai'an’s expression darkened.
Aside from Duan Feng, Xu An and Zhen He would have to meditate in the Sword Tomb for a year.
Was this really the time for jokes?
They needed to be serious!
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