Chapter 310: Dagang

Green grass exhaled fragrance; new branches were emerald green.

A gentle breeze brushed lightly by.

The village lay silent, as if a secluded paradise beyond the world.

The very place Xu Wanyun had dreamed of escaping, now gave her the greatest sense of safety.

She slowly exhaled: "Hu."

Soon, as if sensing someone's entry,

dozens of figures rushed out from the village—tall, short, fat, thin, male and female, old and young—all dressed in extremely plain clothing.

They gazed curiously toward this spot, then someone exclaimed in delight: "It's Wanyun back!"

"Where's Xu Qing'er? Has Xu Qing'er come back? Let's see if the elders don't beat her bottom raw!"

Hearing this, Aqing immediately shrank deeper into her aunt's arms.

A man with a stern face stepped forward from the crowd; he appeared quite elderly, and raised a hand to silence the commotion.

He gazed silently at the aunt and niece, but his gaze finally settled on the young man bare-chested.

He took special note of the black scales on the man's arms and the vivid red patterns on his body.

The others also realized—every face turned wary.

Outsider! Since the Xu family went into seclusion here, this was the first time an outsider had entered.

"Aunt, take me over," Aqing whispered.

"Aren't you afraid of getting beaten?" Xu Wanyun's heart, just now eased, tightened again.

She looked toward her older brother—Aqing's father.

She forced out a faint smile.

At least in the eyes of the Xu family, she was still that profound cultivator, gentle and steady, a Jinghunyuan Master.

"… "

Xu Hongde's expression showed no change; he remained as cold as ever.

Even though one before him was his own sister, the other his own daughter.

It could not erase the fact that they had broken clan rules and dragged every clan member into danger.

In the Xu family, this was utterly intolerable.

Unless there was a reasonable explanation.

Seeing that appealing to kinship had failed, Xu Wanyun reluctantly hugged Aqing and walked forward.

When they reached the crowd of clan members, the group erupted again: "What happened to Aqing? Who did this?"

Aqing pushed her head out from the crowd, no longer feigning pity, but leaning seriously close to her father's ear to whisper.

Xu Wanyun stood quietly beside them.

Xu Hongde, scenting the thick stench of blood, twitched his brow imperceptibly.

Yet he showed no sign of any unusual emotion.

After listening carefully, he gazed coldly at his daughter: "So you think the two of you have the right to make decisions for the Xu family?"

He then turned to Xu Wanyun: "Do you have that right?"

"… "

Xu Wanyun rolled her eyes: "How would I dare? Who could bypass you, Great Clan Chief? Your authority is so immense…"

"Shut up."

Finally, a trace of helplessness flickered in Xu Hongde's eyes.

Two naive girls, how could they possibly have the insight to invest for the Xu family?

"Father!"

Aqing tried to squeeze out more blood to feign pity, but only saliva oozed from her lips—she quickly wiped it away.

She raised her voice: "What's the harm in trying?"

"Trying?"

Xu Hongde looked again at Shen Yi and said calmly: "Shen Daoist, you've given my daughter such confidence."

At these words, the quiet young man finally stepped forward.

His gaze swept over them all: "Shen Yi has suffered misfortune here and seeks to rest on your sacred land. When the danger passes, I will pay ample compensation."

"Empty words—who would believe you!"

The Xu family's wariness showed no sign of fading.

Xu Hongde raised his hand again to silence the crowd, doing his best to spare the man face: "Shen Daoist should know what Qing'er wants from you. But you're a lone cultivator—you should be free and easy. There's no need to get entangled in mysterious disputes."

"Likewise, the Xu family has no wish to be drawn into Shen Daoist's disputes."

Hearing this, Xu Wanyun's heart tightened—she had thought her brother was merely venting anger, since Shen Yi had already entered.

Now, hearing these words, she realized he truly meant to drive them out.

She quickly spoke up: "So what if he's a lone cultivator? Every power rose from lone cultivators."

"Then let's talk when he rises…" someone muttered in the crowd, immediately silenced by Xu Wanyun's glare.

Aqing also struggled to stand up from her aunt's arms, still wanting to say something.

Then she suddenly heard Shen Brother's voice.

"Fair enough."

Shen Yi slowly brushed his waist; a green robe quietly settled over him.

In an instant, he gained a touch of scholarly grace.

He bowed slightly: "Dagang Wumiao, rotating Temple Priest Shen Yi, greets all of the Xu family."

The calm words fell into the ears of everyone.

Even Aqing and Xu Wanyun stood frozen in place this time.

As one of the Sanfangtong Alliance, Great Qian is a supreme power that covers the sky with one hand.

And within the Wumiao, the Temple Steward is the most noble.

They are all Soul Transformation cultivators capable of sitting on high platforms with a Golden Body.

The rest of the clan members also showed expressions of fear; in their sight, even the youth's figure seemed much more towering.

In the Xu family's ancestral library, Great Qian is an insurmountable Mount Wutong.

All beings are like chess pieces; even if the Wumiao is the weakest among the Sanfangtong Alliance, it is still a chess player, a existence on a completely different level from other powers.

"What the Xu family head wants, I can give."

Shen Yi looked at Xu Hongde and said softly, "Only I can give it."

If anyone else had said this, Xu Hongde would have been angered into laughter, but seeing the green robe on the other party, he fell silent once more.

Those who can contend with the Xuan Guang Cave are only Great Qian's Wumiao and Mount Wutong, plus the Thousand Demon Abyss.

The latter immortal sect does not meddle in worldly affairs; submitting to demons is even more absurd talk.

Thinking carefully, to make the Xu family see the light of day again, it seems only the dozen or so Golden Body Dharma Images within the Wumiao need to nod.

"On what basis should I trust you?"

Xu Hongde's voice had a slight ripple.

Before Shen Yi could speak, Xu Wanyun impatiently said, "He really has a Golden Body Dharma Image accompanying him... ah, where is the Golden Body?!"

She suddenly realized that Golden Body was gone.

Shen Yi did not summon the Golden Body; he simply continued to look at Xu Hongde.

As the Temple Steward of the Wumiao, facing a Xu family.

The sincerity he offered was already sufficient; trying further to prove himself was truly unnecessary.

Indeed, seeing Shen Yi's expression.

A wry smile appeared on Xu Hongde's lips: "If only back then, there had been these words from my lord Shen, how would the Xu family have come to this?"

He sighed and waved his hand to disperse the crowd.

Only then did he nod gently toward Shen Yi: "My lord Shen, please this way."

Whether the other party's words are true or false.

At least my sister has seen the Golden Body, Xu Qinger said this youth killed a True Person from the Xuan Guang Cave, plus that robe.

Combining the three, exchanging for a place to recuperate is no problem.

Aqing puffed her cheeks, staring silently at Brother Shen: "..."

Independent cultivator Shen Yi, Great Qian Shen Yi!

Next time, will it become Mount Wutong Shen Yi?

Lying even to himself, truly excessive!

Xu Wanyun coughed twice, lowering her head with some guilt.

What Temple Steward of the Wumiao.

Previously when slaying the Green Feather Demon Emperor, those Great Qian Grand Masters did not look like they knew Shen Yi.

(End of this chapter)