Chapter 630
As he thought of this, Situ Ding couldn't help but chuckle softly.
“Ke ke ke...”
“Why does the Deputy Sect Leader laugh?”
At that moment, a familiar voice came from behind. The members of the Demon Sect turned around to see a group of figures whose faces were obscured. Judging by their attire, they appeared to be seasoned practitioners of the Demon Sect.
“I laugh at Li Mo's lack of wisdom, the Qingyuan Sect's lack of strategy, and the elders who are nothing but a bunch of clumsy fools.”
Situ Ding smiled and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, “With your assistance, it’s like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.”
Shangguan Wencang: “...”
The elders: “...”
Qian Bufan: “What kind of talk is this!”
Are you being polite?
But then again, they were from the Demon Sect, so a lack of manners was to be expected. It was best not to dwell on such matters now.
Yuwen Cuojin chuckled, “After our investigation, it seems the elders of the Qingyuan Sect have vanished to indulge in their pleasures, not a single shadow in sight.”
Mo Chaozong gritted his teeth, “Even the strong from other sects left early, who knows where they went? They clearly look down on the Qingyuan Sect. They only came up the mountain for Li Mo’s sake; in the end, it’s a small sect, not capable of great things!”
As his words fell, the disciples were all visibly excited, their low laughter echoing around them.
I see a hint of personal emotion in your words.
Shangguan Wencang's lips twitched slightly, but he remained silent. His current identity was that of a subordinate to the Black Earth Immortal, so he cast a probing glance at Qin Yuzhi.
“Hmm, noticing this, you still wait for us here. You have a steady temperament.”
Qin Yuzhi nodded with satisfaction, “With juniors like you, how can the Divine Sect not thrive?”
“It’s all thanks to you for laying the foundation for the Divine Sect. Everyone in the sect holds you in such high regard, like the endless flow of the Yangtze River...”
Situ Ding didn’t hold back his praise for this taboo figure.
Qin Yuzhi thought to herself, if you’re just flattering me, then why don’t you let me out?
She waved her hand, “Enough of the idle chatter, let’s get moving.”
Situ Ding had no objections, but Yuwen Cuojin said, “That brat Li Mo has repeatedly disrupted our sect’s major affairs. Since we have Senior Qin’s assistance for the royal tomb expedition, I might as well pay a visit to the Qiushui Pavilion myself.”
“Then... that works.” Situ Ding agreed, finding his reasoning sound. Even a lion must use all its strength to catch a rabbit.
Even if his injuries weren’t fully healed, Yuwen Cuojin was still at the Seventh Realm.
A Seventh Realm practitioner dealing with a Fourth Realm one should be a sure win, right? The Martial Emperor’s revival would only end in regret!
“Then we’ll split into two groups.”
With that, Yuwen Cuojin set off.
“I’ll go with Sect Leader Yuwen.” Compared to his curiosity about the cycle of life and death, Mo Chaozong was now more eager to find Li Mo.
After all, that was the strange object the Demon Sect desired, and his envy was of no use.
Thus, the two headed towards the Qiushui Pavilion.
After they left, the remaining group ascended the Qunyu Peak.
As they walked, Situ Ding suddenly asked with curiosity, “By the way, where has the Right Protector gone? Why haven’t we seen her?”
“She has other matters to attend to.”
Hearing the envy in Qin Yuzhi’s tone, Situ Ding was puzzled.
...
Meanwhile, on the other side.
“Has someone been practicing here before?”
Yuwen Cuojin moved quickly, soon arriving near the Qiushui Pavilion. Looking at the waterfall before him, he immediately recognized that someone had been training their martial arts here.
Moreover, judging by the traces, it couldn’t have been more than two years ago.
It was easy to guess who had left this mark.
“In less than two years, he has gone from the Blood Qi Realm to this level. If I wait a few more years for him…”
Yuwen Cuojin realized deeply that this person could not be left unchecked.
Fortunately, he discovered it early. He had come personally, thinking that no matter how that brat tried, he wouldn’t stir up much trouble.
“You’re here quite early.”
“Who?”
Yuwen Cuojin turned around, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
It was the Right Protector.
But it was strange; although she was clearly between the Sixth and Seventh Realms, a level lower than him, how could she appear and disappear without him noticing?
Could it be that the path she mastered was related to concealment?
“This place is sufficient with me here; Right Protector, you might as well head to Qunyu Peak.”
“No, I was actually waiting for you here.”
Shang Qinqing’s tone was unfriendly, “If it weren’t for waiting for you, I should be watching rivers run red with blood by now.”
Yuwen Cuojin: “?”
Before he could voice his confusion, his expression suddenly changed.
Shang Qinqing let out a long howl, and the surrounding space suddenly brightened. An ancient tree of fate appeared, exuding an aura of timeless beauty, yet it was withered and decayed, creating a striking disharmony.
But at that moment, the branches swayed, glowing with an amber hue, sprouting jade-green leaves. It was rapidly reviving, emanating the aura of the Seventh Realm once more.
“Path of Fate? You are...”
Yuwen Cuojin suddenly realized.
“Sugar, come!”
Shang Qinqing stepped forward, entering the realm of mastery.
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Chapter 735: The Terrifying Path of Fate!
Yuwen Cuojin had always thought of himself as a genius.
He hadn’t gone to the Great Shang Royal Tomb with Situ Ding and the others, as that place was a significant site of the previous dynasty, and no one knew what kind of anomalies might occur.
As a master of the realm, what could go wrong when facing a Fourth Realm practitioner?
But Yuwen Cuojin never expected that someone would be guarding the entrance to the Qiushui Pavilion.
Upon seeing the tree of fate, he understood two things.
First, the opponent was at the Seventh Realm.
Second, the path they mastered was the Path of Fate, which had left a significant mark in the history of the Demon Sect.
The Path of Fate was quite sinister, but hadn’t it already mysteriously vanished?
Yuwen Cuojin felt a sense of urgency, his thoughts racing.
Though his injuries weren’t healed, the opponent had just entered the Seventh Realm, and their foundation was unstable. He still held the advantage, but he had to be wary of the experts attending the Qingyuan Sect’s wedding banquet. A swift resolution was necessary.
With his thoughts settled, Yuwen Cuojin extended his left hand, decisively choosing to strike first.
He threw a punch, and behind him, his own domain emerged, with dark, twisted rivers flowing like a scar, engulfing the sun and mountains.
A strong, sinister aura spread, obscuring the bright moon above.
At that moment, a hand reached out from within, seemingly plain, yet wherever it passed, everything withered, heading straight for the center of the tree of fate.
Swish—
A figure emerged from the treetop, accompanied by the sound of a zither, her hair flowing like a waterfall, her aura ethereal, as she played the instrument.
Though her face was hidden, her current demeanor made it hard to imagine she had just been rolling around like a bird, ready to toss out sunflower seeds.
Shang Qinqing, the serious version.
The zither’s notes resonated, gentle and melodious.
With a tinkling sound, the sinister hand momentarily slowed, as if time around it had become sluggish.
Yuwen Cuojin’s pupils constricted; he clearly saw countless red strings hanging from the tree of fate, flowing and moving with the music, forming a red net that tightly bound his hand.
He couldn’t help but ponder.
Clearly, she had just broken into the Seventh Realm; why was she so strong?
What could have caused the tree of fate to flourish so vibrantly...
“Just broken through, indeed an unstable realm.”
Yuwen Cuojin snorted coldly, shaking his hand. The sinister hand seemed to have a vortex appear in its palm, devouring bones and souls, eroding the principles of the Path of Fate, trying to tear the red strings into a tangled mess.
However, the more strength he exerted, the more the red strings resisted, becoming even more entangled, pulling him deeper into the trap.
Yet Yuwen Cuojin didn’t seem flustered; his expression remained calm.
With a loud bang, his figure exploded into a mist.
“Escaped?”
Shang Qinqing frowned, sensing something was off.
After all, he was a master of the realm. Even if he wasn’t at his peak, how could he die so easily? Each master had their own unique path, and they all had their strengths.
But one commonality was that they were hard to kill.
For instance, she was particularly hard to take down.
So Yuwen Cuojin had seen that he couldn’t subdue her in a short time and chose to flee?
Before that thought could settle, the dark river suddenly surged from the void, splitting into two, transforming into two streams of black tide.
No, that wasn’t tide. Upon closer inspection, each point of the swirling tide was a tiny insect.
The two streams headed in different directions, but they weren’t fleeing separately.
One headed towards the tree of fate, while the other headed straight for the Qiushui Pavilion!
“Truly worthy of the Deputy Sect Leader, decisive and bold.”
Shang Qinqing sighed lightly.
Dividing his power in two, if she were to break them one by one, Yuwen Cuojin might not even be able to maintain his Seventh Realm status, and it would take him years to recover.
But Yuwen Cuojin chose to take a gamble, betting that she wouldn’t protect the tree of fate first before turning back to deal with the Qiushui Pavilion.
“Not to mention the Right Protector, I didn’t even realize I was facing the head of the Shang clan during our previous encounter.”
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