Chapter 126: Sure enough, she cried

Yuan Yao headed toward the outskirts of the forest.

After she walked out of the forest, she saw a plain appear ahead, and in the center of this vast plain stood two towering stone statues tens of zhang tall.

One was a beautiful and dignified goddess statue, the other a handsome and valiant god-son statue.

The goddess statue's countenance was kind.

The god-son statue's expression was solemn.

At the base of these two towering stone statues lay a heavy stone gate, tightly shut.

It seemed to lead deep underground.

At that moment, on the vast plain, dozens of young disciples could be seen clearly approaching either the goddess or the god-son statue.

Yuan Yao saw them push open the stone gate beneath the statues and, unable to wait, entered it herself.

She looked around and discovered that, despite the plain's vastness, not a single banner appeared.

So, that banner was very likely hidden inside the statues' gate.

Yuan Yao's heart stirred; she gazed at the two statues and ultimately chose the goddess statue.

She headed toward the goddess statue.

Almost all the young disciples on the plain entered the statues' gate.

But just as she was about to enter the statues' gate, the three young disciples walking ahead of her exchanged glances and simultaneously launched an attack on her.

Yuan Yao reacted in time, raising her sword to block!

Clang—

One of the round-faced men narrowed his eyes and said, "We don't really want to deal with you; if you're aware, just hand over the jade token. Then we won't hurt you."

Yuan Yao noticed that their sect uniforms bore an emblem with two characters: Prajna.

These three were all disciples of the Prajna Sect!

She had heard of the Prajna Sect; it was the only sect in the Ninth Province that lay near the Immortal Sea, its disciples all skilled in aquatic arts, possessing boundless strength, and excelling at beast taming.

"What if I don't hand it over?" Yuan Yao silently retreated two steps.

The cultivation of these three was all at the Foundation Establishment Realm.

The round-faced man's cultivation was the highest, having reached the peak of the late Foundation Establishment Realm.

"Not handing it over? Then we'll offend you!" the round-faced man drew his blade and stepped forward.

As soon as his words fell, the three tacitly surrounded Yuan Yao and attacked.

Yuan Yao glanced sideways, the corner of her mouth twitching up; she gripped her Phantom Spirit Sword tightly and quickly engaged them in combat!

"Pulling Sword to Match Heaven!"

"Listening to Flowers, Shattering Rain!"

"Turning Heaven and Earth!"

Yuan Yao employed the Carefree Three Sword Style against them; each move was fierce, not only blocking their attacks but also suppressing them!

Boom!

Yuan Yao swung her sword; the sword qi, as if weighing a thousand jun, slammed hard into one person's chest, instantly spraying a string of blood!

Seeing this, the round-faced man's face changed in shock.

At that moment, the white-clad girl moved, appearing before him and slashing with her strangely colored, oddly shaped long sword!

The round-faced man quickly retreated and raised his blade to strike!

Sword blade met blade!

Meanwhile, another closed in on Yuan Yao's rear and swung down a sword!

Yuan Yao keenly sensed the incoming danger and swiftly sidestepped to avoid it.

She turned her wrist slightly; in an instant, her Phantom Spirit Sword was cloaked in flames, she flashed forward, closing in on them, executing a fierce and rapid sword technique that left them unable to withstand such a fierce assault.

Boom—

Yuan Yao's sword cut through their defenses, flipping them to the ground.

Sword qi crisscrossed over them, leaving bloody gashes.

And Yuan Yao suddenly raised her left hand; her left hand moved as fast as an afterimage, and in a short time she formed a seal for a formation.

While she drove the three of them toward the same spot, she set up a formation around them.

When the formation's barrier activated, they came to their senses, but it was already too late.

Their faces turned slightly panicked as they continually assaulted the formation's barrier.

This attack actually triggered the formation's power.

In the blink of an eye, countless arrows rained down from midair, fiercely assaulting the three round-faced men.

The three men's faces changed in alarm; they hastily raised their weapons to block.

Clang clang clang!

Seeing this, Yuan Yao sheathed her sword.

She then laid down another sound-isolating barrier.

Afterward, she smiled and said to them, "Come, confess to me."

This scene, though visible to those outside the secret realm, they could not hear what Yuan Yao and the three Prajna Sect disciples were saying.

"What on earth is Yuan Yao up to? Why does she always set up a formation to trap others, then immediately put up a sound-isolating barrier..."

"Exactly, it's really strange!"

"And those whom Yuan Yao traps, their expressions go from disbelief at first, gradually to humiliation, then to tearful sobbing... it feels as if Yuan Yao has harshly humiliated them."

"No way, the sixth disciple of Thousand Mountain Immortal Lord actually has such a strange fetish? Likes to humiliate people?"

"Who knows? Is there anyone who can understand what she says to those people?"

Everyone was discussing heatedly.

At this moment, the Carefree Sect disciples who saw this scene were also surprised.

What is the little junior sister doing?

Also, where did she learn the formation barrier she set up?

Although they didn't understand why, seeing that their own little junior sister wasn't bullied but could instead bully others put them at ease.

On the high platform.

The Holy Sect Sect Master spoke again: "Carefree Sect Sect Master, your sect's Yuan Yao is quite interesting. After she comes out, could you ask her why she behaves this way?"

Upon hearing this, the Carefree Sect Sect Master glanced at him.

"You can go ask the Thousand Mountain Immortal Lord."

The Holy Sect Sect Master's smile slightly froze; he really didn't want to provoke this dead sword cultivator.

Although the Holy Sect Sect Master looks very young, he is actually of the same generation as the Thousand Mountain Immortal Lord and the Formless Immortal Venerable.

In his youth, he was the unparalleled genius of the Ninth Province, pursued by countless people.

But after he visited Tian Jiaocheng once, his worldview was completely shattered.

He is a genius, but those people are geniuses among geniuses!

Yet he, in Tian Jiaocheng, seemed utterly ordinary.

Back then, the Tian Jiaocheng Ranking...

The Holy Sect Sect Master didn't want to recall the past; he reached for the teacup on the nearby table and took a light sip.

Xu Yanzhi seemed to sense something and glanced toward the Holy Sect Sect Master.

The hand of the Holy Sect Sect Master holding the teacup trembled slightly, then he raised his head and returned a smile.

Xu Yanzhi's expression remained calm.

At that moment, an uproar rose from the crowd watching the match.

"Hey, look, they really are crying!"

Following the sound, I saw that inside the secret realm, the three people trapped by the formation were speaking while shedding tears.

As they spoke, they suddenly began slapping themselves.

This scene left everyone stunned.

Seeing this, the Prajna Sect Sect Master's face turned green.

The disciples of the Prajna Sect also never expected these three senior fellows to… weep… self‑harm……

Someone said: "I'm getting more and more curious about what exactly Yuan Yao said to them!"

"I hope they get eliminated soon and come out to tell us what's going on!"

"Could Yuan Yao have used an illusion technique on them?"

"Hahaha, I bet they were beaten until they cried!"

The discussion never ceased.

Holy Sect's Yan Lao had long taken a dislike to Yuan Yao; he snorted coldly, "A real man, a true gentleman, actually bawling—what propriety is this! Moreover, some people, instead of competing properly, torment others inside the secret realm—is this what Immortal Sect disciples should be like?!"