Chapter 169

But they also suffered some minor injuries, with a trace of blood seeping from the corners of their mouths.

As for the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, two were lost, while the others were all wounded, each in a wretched state.

Seeing this tragic scene before them, everyone felt sorrow in their hearts, filled with grief and indignation.

"Master! This... what shall we do?!" Qiu Qiu Chuji asked, his voice hoarse as he clutched his injured arm.

"The Dao Canon has been robbed! How... how can we explain this to that Dragon Island Lord?!"

"Who are these people? Why do they seek to seize our Menquanzhen Sect's Dao Canon?!"

Wang Chongyang looked at the mess scattered all over the ground and at the indignant eyes of his disciples; his heart too was filled with boundless rage and frustration.

He spoke in a deep voice: "This matter absolutely cannot be left to rest!"

"We must recover the Dao Canon! Otherwise, we will die regardless!"

"Given that Dragon Island Lord's style of conduct, if we fail to deliver the Dao Canon to Taohuadao within the agreed time, he Dingranbu Society will not let our Menquanzhen Sect off!"

Hearing this, everyone felt a chill in their hearts, filled with despair.

Ma Yu sighed and said, "Master, this matter... is not our fault."

"We have done our utmost to escort it, but the enemy was too powerful and had plotted this long in advance."

Wang Chongyang shook his head, a trace of exhaustion and helplessness flashing in his eyes:

"The Dragon Island Lord will probably not care about all this."

"In his eyes, only the result matters."

He paused, then said to Ma Yu: "Ma Yu, set out immediately for Taohuadao!"

"Inform that Dragon Island Lord truthfully of everything that happened here!"

"Remember! You must speak with utmost respect; there must not be the slightest offense!"

"Beg the Dragon Island Lord to grant us some extra time; our Menquanzhen Sect will surely try every possible means to recover the Dao Canon!"

"The rest of you, follow me to track down the whereabouts of those bandits!"

"Whoever dares to seize what belongs to our Menquanzhen Sect, I, Wang Chongyang, will surely make them Paid a heavy price!"

His voice was filled with unyielding resolve and killing intent!

Hearing this, everyone sighed in their hearts, yet they also knew this was the only option available at present.

5.4 Ma Yu watched as his Master Wang Chongyang, along with several injured senior brothers, led the remaining disciples to chase after the direction the bandits had fled.

His heart was filled with frustration and unease.

Immediately, he did not dare delay; he activated his Lightness Skill at once and hurried day and night toward the direction of Donghai Taohuadao.

Half a day later.

Inside Brother Ning Chuan's small courtyard on Taohuadao.

Brother Ning Chuan, who had been closing his eyes to concentrate and contemplate the Yaoxiufa Sect, suddenly opened his pair of pale-golden dragon eyes.

He sensed a breath of energy, carrying a trace of anxiety and unease, approaching Taohuadao.

Moments later, Ma Yu's figure appeared outside the small courtyard.

With a respectful expression, he bowed toward the courtyard and spoke loudly:

"Ma Yu of Menquanzhen Sect, by order of my Master Wang Chongyang, seeks an audience with the Dragon Island Lord on urgent business!"

Brother Ning Chuan's voice slowly drifted out from within the courtyard, carrying an unyielding majesty and coldness:

"Come in."

With a troubled and uneasy heart, Ma Yu entered the small courtyard.

When he saw the black dragon coiled beside the water pool, radiating terrifying pressure,

his heart was shaken deeply once again.

He immediately bent low to perform a deep bow, then reported to Brother Ning Chuan, in full detail and exactly as it happened, the ambush they had encountered in the mountains and forests and the robbery of the Dao Canon.

His words were filled with fear and self-reproach.

Brother Ning Chuan listened quietly to Ma Yu's report; a flash of cold, icy light passed through those pale-golden dragon eyes.

He slowly spoke, his voice majestic and cold, like ten-thousand-year-old ice, making Ma Yu feel as if he had fallen into an ice pit:

"So, your Menquanzhen Sect has lost this seat's Dao Canon?"