Chapter 213

Liu Liu Yinzhu, crying, carried Gu Mo's corpse heading to Zi Yuan.

"Huan Ge, how did you know Sister Yinzhu would flee here?" Yan Mei asked excitedly.

Ding Huan could only say:

"After escaping from Zi Xia Valley, isn't this the easiest direction to run?"

Yan Mei still felt something was odd, but Ding Huan's explanation made sense.

"Then where should we go, Huan Ge?" Yan Mei decided he would follow Ding Huan wherever he went.

Ding Huan chuckled:

"Naturally, we return to Zi Xia Valley."

Yan Mei exclaimed:

"Huan Ge, you really intend to follow Gu Mo's last order and rebuild Zi Xia Valley?"

"Rebuilding Zi Xia Valley is impossible—I can build another sect. Even if I don't build another sect, I can seal off Zi Xia Valley and enter seclusion inside."

Ding Huan regarded Zi Xia Valley as unclaimed land as a matter of course.

Yan Mei nodded: "Right, Master Gu Mo said Zi Xia Valley was originally seized from others.

We have no connection to Zi Xia Valley—we can just establish our own sect. This Master Gu really was honest, revealing such a secret."

Ding Huan sneered inwardly: Honest? Gu Mo?

It was the funniest joke he'd ever heard.

Ding Huan knew perfectly well what Gu Mo's purpose was in sending him to Zi Xia Valley.

If Zi Xia Valley and Jiuyinmen truly annihilated each other, as he predicted, no one would remain. Then, the moment he entered Zi Xia Valley, he would seal it off immediately.

With his current strength, if he didn't seal the mountain gate upon arrival, what could he use to fight others?

Just now, Gu Mo said his ring would go to Liu Liu Yinzhu—clearly, the ring contained the sealing flags for Zi Xia Valley's protective array.

Thus, Gu Mo's goal was achieved: he preserved Zi Xia Valley.

As for whether Zi Xia Valley would eventually become Ding Huan's private retreat, Gu Mo didn't care at all.

Because inside Zi Xia Valley still lay a senior elder in seclusion, striving to break into the Primordial Soul realm. Once that elder emerged, regardless of the reason, he would kill Ding Huan the instant he appeared.

Even if Gu Mo disliked the senior elder, between the senior elder and Ding Huan, he still chose the senior elder.

If the senior elder killed Ding Huan, then Zi Xia Valley would belong to the senior elder.

After all, the senior elder was still one of Zi Xia Valley's own.

That was Gu Mo's true intent: Ding Huan could die, but Zi Xia Valley must not fall into outsider hands.

After waiting a long while, Liu Liu Yinzhu finally came over, eyes red.

"Ding Huan, where are we going now?" She followed her sect master's last order—she would stay by Ding Huan's side.

"Back to Zi Xia Valley." Ding Huan summoned his airship.

"Really going back to Zi Xia Valley?" Liu Liu Yinzhu stared at Ding Huan in shock.

If Ding Huan was wrong, returning to Zi Xia Valley meant death.

But now that Ding Huan wanted to return, she had no choice but to follow him back.

"Sister Yinzhu, open the sect master's ring and give me the protective array flags inside."

"But the ring's sealing runes…"

Liu Liu Yinzhu spoke only half the sentence before exclaiming: "The ring's sealing runes are already gone!"

Ding Huan chuckled inwardly: Of course they were—Gu Mo anticipated he'd go to Zi Xia Valley, so he removed the ring's seals in advance.

Otherwise, removing the seals of a Primordial Soul realm cultivator's ring would waste precious time.

The airship arrived outside Zi Xia Valley in an extremely short time.

Zi Xia Valley's sect protective array was wide open; inside lay utter ruin, corpses scattered everywhere.

"Where is everyone?" Liu Liu Yinzhu asked in astonishment.

Whether Jiuyinmen won or Zi Xia Valley won, the victor should still be here.

Ding Huan said: "There's no one left—this battle must have ended in mutual annihilation between Jiuyinmen and Zi Xia Valley.

If I hadn't killed the Primordial Soul cultivator from Jiuyinmen, he could still have gathered the surviving disciples here.

But now he's dead, and Jiuyinmen's sect master is dead too. The few surviving disciples of Jiuyinmen have mostly fled—nearly ninety percent of them."

"As for Zi Xia Valley's disciples, they've all been wiped out."

Liu Liu Yinzhu's eyes reddened again; she trembled as she said:

"If some of Jiuyinmen's few surviving disciples escaped, what about the rest?"

"The rest were the bold ones—they must have rushed into the Scripture Hall or the Spirit Herb Mountain to loot treasures, planning to grab what they could and run."

Ding Huan spoke calmly—he had already calculated: entering Zi Xia Valley posed no threat to him.

That meant none of the remaining disciples could threaten him or Liu Liu Yinzhu.

"Sister Yinzhu, carefully check the corpses—some may not be dead yet. Save Zi Xia Valley's people; finish off Jiuyinmen's."

Only after saying this did Ding Huan take the protective array flags and head to seal the sect's outer barrier.

Less than half a stick of incense later, Liu Liu Yinzhu and Yan Mei heard a series of booming sounds from the sect, then the sealing array began slowly activating.

Liu Liu Yinzhu stared at Ding Huan in shock—her array knowledge was mediocre; if she had to seal the sect's outer barrier, it would take half a day. Ding Huan had done it in mere minutes.

Could this really be a Foundation Establishment cultivator?

Almost simultaneously with Ding Huan sealing the outer barrier, over a dozen figures rushed frantically from deep within Zi Xia Valley.

Clearly, these were Jiuyinmen disciples—they had been looting Zi Xia Valley. But before they finished gathering their spoils, they saw the sect's protective array sealing shut.

What the hell?

Once the sect was sealed, they'd be trapped inside.

No matter how justified the Nine Sound Sect was, even if they sent another ten thousand people, they could not attack Purple Mist Valley.

Besides, they also knew that after this battle, the Nine Sound Sect's remaining strength was actually not much different from Purple Mist Valley's.

Once a sect has already sealed its own mountain gate, any other sect coming to attack would be bullying intolerably, and would become the public enemy of the entire Dao cultivation world.

No matter how formidable the Nine Sound Sect was, they would not dare do such a thing.

"Yinzhu-jie, leave that True Pill realm cultivator to you; the rest are all mine."

Ding Huan saw clearly that among the cultivators charging over, there was only one early True Pill cultivator, and a wounded one at that.

Even if Liu Yinzhu was no match, she could still hold the opponent off.

As for the remaining eleven people, Ding Huan truly did not take them to heart. These eleven were also all wounded—four Foundation Establishment cultivators, the rest all Qi Refining cultivators.

His Nine Divine Powers were actually area-of-effect divine powers; against a single person or against a group, their power would not diminish.

The dozen-plus people charging over saw that Ding Huan's side had only three people plus one demonic beast, and their hearts settled.

They also understood Ding Huan's approach—was he planning to seal the sect's protective mountain array, then stay inside the sect and use its resources for closed-door cultivation?

But now, this kind of good fortune had fallen to them.

As long as they killed the three people before them, they could stay in Purple Mist Valley for closed-door cultivation.

Purple Mist Valley was, after all, a sect of no small size; the resources inside had everything one could want. Staying here for closed-door cultivation was far better than returning to the Nine Sound Sect, wasn't it?

Ding Huan would not indulge these people. He summoned his long spear and charged on his own toward the eleven cultivators.

Liu Yinzhu, worried that the True Pill cultivator might make a move against Ding Huan, also took the initiative to charge at the Nine Sound Sect's early True Pill cultivator.

"A mere little ant…" The leading late Foundation Establishment cultivator, seeing Ding Huan actually dare to charge at their eleven alone, laughed in anger.

Just like that late Foundation Establishment cultivator, the rest of the Nine Sound Sect cultivators all summoned their magic treasures and blasted them at Ding Huan.

The first spear of the Nine Divine Powers, Soul-Severing, stirred up a skyful of spear light, which easily swept all eleven of them into its midst.

Not to mention these eleven were already wounded; even if none of them were wounded, Ding Huan's Nine Divine Powers Soul-Severing Spear could still wrap all eleven of them up.

The eleven cultivators had just summoned their magic treasures, their attack techniques not even fully formed, when they sensed the space they occupied being locked down by Ding Huan's spear light.

Before the death-killing intent of the spear light fully erupted, the cultivators beneath the Soul-Severing spear light already felt their souls about to be stripped from their bodies by the spear's intent.

This terrifying feeling left no room for resistance at all.

"He's True Pill…" a Foundation Establishment cultivator roared wildly, madly trying to retreat.

Only they were wrapped in the killing momentum of the Soul-Severing spear light, unless they could break through the killing momentum of Ding Huan's spear.

Their strength was clearly far inferior to Ding Huan's; not to mention breaking through the killing momentum of the Nine Divine Powers' first spear, they could not even manage to summon defensive magic treasures.

"Puff puff puff!" Eleven streaks of blood sprayed out.

In the distance, Liu Yinzhu had just exchanged one round with that True Pill cultivator. Looking back, she saw Ding Huan had slain eleven people in the blink of an eye—including four Foundation Establishment cultivators—and her heart was shaken beyond words.

It could be said that Ding Huan was the strongest Foundation Establishment cultivator she had ever seen, bar none.

This Foundation Establishment cultivator was simply too heaven-defying. Killing Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining cultivators as easily as eating and drinking was one thing.

The key was that several True Pill cultivators had already died at Ding Huan's hands. Not long ago, even the Nine Sound Sect's Soul Elder Hao Wudao had been killed by Ding Huan.

As long as Ding Huan could grow, even Ji Xinting, the once-dominant number one powerhouse who roamed freely across the Triple Heaven Star Land, would probably have to step aside.

How long had it been from when she first met Ding Huan until now? Ding Huan's strength was almost skyrocketing every single moment.

That wounded early True Pill cultivator was also staring at Ding Huan in horror.

Even he could not kill eleven people—including four Foundation Establishment cultivators—in a single move. The opponent was definitely True Pill realm, and a True Pill stronger than him at that.

He was only an early True Pill cultivator—how could he deal with two True Pill powerhouses?

"Fellow Daoist, if you let me leave, I am willing to hand over everything I have and swear a deadly oath not to reveal a single thing about this place."

This True Pill cultivator was afraid.

"Yinzhu-jie, we move together."

Ding Huan acted as if he had not heard the other's words at all. The long spear in his hand swept up once more as he pounced toward this early True Pill cultivator.

Hand over everything? If he killed the opponent, wouldn't all those things be his anyway?

Liu Yinzhu naturally understood what Ding Huan meant. Her longsword swept up three sword rainbows; she decided to end this quickly.

With Ding Huan at her side, she had no need to hold back.

"Puff puff!" Two sword rainbows brought up a spray of blood and cleanly tore apart this True Pill cultivator's body.

Liu Yinzhu was still in a daze—when had she become this powerful?

She quickly understood: the opponent had focused most of his attention on Ding Huan.

He had simply not expected her to suddenly unleash her trump-card technique. Of the three sword lights, the opponent could only block one; the other two sent him to his death.