Chapter 224

"This is... a Primordial martial artist?!"

Liu Qingyu turned her head abruptly, her gaze locked tightly onto the dark red firelight piercing through the air, a rare trace of solemnity flashing in her starry eyes.

The aura within that firelight faintly stirred the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Without a doubt, the person arriving was a genuine Primordial martial artist.

"Peak Master..."

The sisters Hua Ning and Hua Tian were equally sharp in their perception and immediately swept to Liu Qingyu's side, their exquisite faces filled with caution.

A moment later, the dark red firelight dissipated with a boom, revealing an old man dressed in red robes with high cheekbones and an extremely fierce appearance.

The moment he appeared, the air within several hundred meters suddenly became unbearably hot.

Even the spring water seeping from the mountain walls was steamed into white water vapor at this moment.

Those Tianqing Sect disciples who were taking inventory of the herb fields in the courtyard were startled by this sudden wave of scorching heat and ran out of the courtyard one after another, looking at this uninvited guest with suspicion and uncertainty.

Just by looking at his face, everyone could vaguely feel that this old man was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

"May I ask who you are, and why you have trespassed into my Tianqing Sect's place of cultivation for no reason!"

Liu Qingyu stepped forward slowly, her moon-white long dress fluttering gently in the mountain breeze.

Her voice remained as soft as usual, yet beneath that softness lay a coldness that would not tolerate violation.

The old man flicked his sleeves abruptly, his gaze landing on Liu Qingyu like two pillars of fire, and he laughed coldly:

"I am the Chiyan Sect Elder, Cheng Yuan!"

"As for why I have come..."

"You are playing dumb while knowing the truth, aren't you!"

The moment his voice fell, the fallen leaves within several yards of him ignited without fire, curling into ash amidst a hissing sound of burning.

Several Tianqing Sect disciples who were slightly closer were forced back several steps by the scorching heat wave, the robes on their backs already soaked through with sweat.

It really was someone from the Chiyan Sect.

A flash of realization crossed Liu Qingyu's starry eyes; she met the scorching pressure without fear and said in a deep voice:

"Elder Cheng, your Chiyan Sect members openly trespassed and occupied the courtyards and herb fields of my Eastern Peak!"

"Now they have all been escorted to the Law Enforcement Hall, awaiting disposal according to the rules."

"Has Elder Cheng come here to stand up for those trespassing disciples?"

She emphasized the three words "Law Enforcement Hall" heavily.

No matter how overbearing the Chiyan Sect's actions were, she did not believe that this Primordial martial artist before her would dare to openly take action against them on the Eastern Peak.

The scene of those Chiyan Sect disciples crouching on the ground holding their heads, not even daring to escape, was still fresh in her memory.

Seeing that there was not a trace of fear on Liu Qingyu's face, the violent rage in Cheng Yuan's eyes almost spilled over.

"You people of the Tianqing Sect are truly bold enough to defy the heavens!"

The scorching Primordial fire qi within his body surged madly through his meridians, burning the surrounding air until it twisted uncontrollably.

But he still forcibly restrained himself.

Liu Qingyu's guess was correct; since the Law Enforcement Hall had already been alerted, he really did not dare to take action on the Eastern Peak.

Otherwise, his path would have reached its end.

The most important purpose of his coming here was to recover all those fire-attribute herbs before the people from the Law Enforcement Hall came up the mountain to collect evidence.

First, these herbs were valuable and certainly could not benefit these people from the Tianqing Sect.

Second, to destroy the evidence of their encroachment on the Eastern Peak's herb fields...

A moment later.

Several more figures from the Chiyan Sect arrived.

They were two Divine Qi Realm martial artists and several Embracing the Pill Realm disciples.

Seeing them arrive, Cheng Yuan cursed impatiently: "Are you crawling over? So sluggish!"

The Chiyan Sect martial artists all knew that Cheng Yuan was currently in a fit of rage, so they did not dare to respond, only respectfully lowering their heads slightly.

Cheng Yuan waved his hand abruptly and shouted sternly: "Go! Collect all those herbs for me!"

Hearing this, Liu Qingyu's expression changed suddenly; she stepped forward abruptly, her sole landing on the blue stone ground with a crisp sound, and she cut him off sternly, her face covered in frost: "Who dares to take them!"

Cheng Yuan laughed out of extreme anger, his laughter like the roar before a volcanic eruption, the air around him scorching like rolling fire waves:

"Scoundrel! Our Chiyan Sect's herbs are not for you to point fingers at!"

Liu Qingyu's water-attribute true qi surged, and a layer of pale blue water light flowed across her body, steadily isolating the scorching fire waves.

She met Cheng Yuan's eyes, which were almost spitting fire, without fear, and sneered:

"Planted in the herb fields of my Eastern Peak, they are naturally my Tianqing Sect's herbs!"

If the Chiyan Sect people had come and spoken nicely when they first arrived at the Eastern Peak.

She might not have refused to give them some face.

After all, they would have to live on the same mountain in the future.

Now, since they had already torn off the mask of civility, she certainly could not retreat any further!

"You people of the Tianqing Sect have truly rebelled against the heavens!"

Cheng Yuan roared, "Just try to stop me and see!"

The aura around him pressed down on Liu Qingyu like a surging fire cloud.

That Primordial pressure poured down like a mountain collapsing and a sea overturning; the blue stone ground under Liu Qingyu's feet cracked with several fine fissures, yet her starry eyes still stared coldly at this furious Primordial martial artist, not retreating an inch.

Her moon-white long dress was blown until it rattled by the scorching heat wave, and her hair danced in the heat, but her spine remained as straight as a sword.

Just at this moment.

A voice that was neither light nor heavy drifted from the direction of the mountain path like a breeze in the mountains, piercing through this scorching and oppressive air:

"Cheng Yuan, do you really think this Eastern Peak is your Chiyan Sect's private property?"

The moment the voice fell, the scorching and stifling fire cloud aura was quietly dissolved by these breeze-like words, dissipating into nothingness.

The temperature in the mountains returned from the scorching summer to early autumn in a single breath, and even the grass leaves that had been curled by the heat unfolded again.

"This aura is..."

Cheng Yuan, who had been furious a moment ago, changed his expression abruptly and turned his head to look at the mountain path.

Only to see an old man in gray robes and an old man in plain white robes walking side by side slowly up the winding blue stone steps, followed by a group of Tianqing Sect disciples.

The old man in plain white robes had white hair and beard but a ruddy complexion; his eyes held a restrained brilliance, his hands were behind his back, and his gait was as leisurely as a post-meal stroll.

Yet every step he took made the string in Cheng Yuan's heart tighten further.

"Lu Guizhou... Oh no, why did he come..."

Cheng Yuan's heart sank abruptly.

Among the elders in the Law Enforcement Hall, this Lu Guizhou was definitely one of the most difficult to deal with.

Regardless of seniority or strength.

I'm afraid that even if he brought out the one from Ling She Peak, it wouldn't be very effective.

Jiang Ye swept a calm glance at Cheng Yuan, a hidden cold light flashing in his eyes.

So this is a Primordial martial artist of the Chiyan Sect.

Immediately after, he smiled indifferently: "Elder Lu, does this count as catching them in the act?"

Lu Guizhou stroked his silver-white long beard and nodded with a smile: "Of course it counts."