Chapter 32: with translation of chapter title

The Seventh Elder's heart gave a violent twitch.

"You would rather believe Ye Xuan's brat, his one-sided words, than open your eyes to see the facts."

"Me colluding with extraterrestrial demons? Hah! If one wants to accuse me, there's no lack of excuses."

"In our Profound Heaven Dao Sect, every sect master, when dying, burns his essence blood, makes a single foray into the outer realm, and almost always falls into the demons' hands; would I really abandon my cultivation to seek refuge with our mortal enemy? What do you take me, Su Changfeng, for?"

"It's because Ye Xuan earlier suffered humiliation at my son's hands, his Dao heart wavered, he wanted to kill my son to prove his Dao, but lacking a reason, he simply fabricated rumors, spreading slander that our Profound Heaven Dao Sect colludes with extraterrestrial demons, just to make our sect the target of public criticism, and then destroy it."

Speaking of this, the Sect Master's emotions inevitably became somewhat overwrought.

His eye sockets reddened, the long‑stored resentment in his heart surged upward.

He said, word by word: "My death is nothing, but my son is still young—he's not even twenty!"

"I am indeed a sect master, but I am also a father; how could I watch my son die before my eyes? What use are the Star‑Pavilion, the Central State Dynasty, if I cannot even protect my son Chen? What right do I have to remain sect master, and what good is this cultivation?"

"Old Seven, when you were twelve I took you into the sect, personally taught you your arts, guided your cultivation; the sect has raised you for thirty years, yet I never expected that thirty years of kindness could not withstand Ye Xuan's few words of sowing discord—you truly make my heart turn cold."

"The affection between us ends here."

The Sect Master couldn't help sighing, suppressing the sour feeling at the tip of his nose.

He lightly flicked the dust from his robe, glanced at the Seventh Elder without a trace of emotion, rode the wind through the void, swept past the Seventh Elder and began searching for a way to break the formation.

That tall, straight figure kept enlarging in the Seventh Elder's pupils.

That year, in the bitter winter of the twelfth lunar month.

Abroad, they suffered an invasion by extraterrestrial demons; his sister and mother were seized by the demons to be used as blood food, and he was grief‑stricken to the point of despair.

Returning home, he was slandered by his own brother, thrown into the heavenly prison; in the dark, lightless dungeon, he saw a figure with immortal bearing descend from the sky, like a beam of light in his life.

How could he have believed Ye Xuan's one‑sided words……

How could he act like a demon‑possessed against his lifesaver, how could he believe the Sect Master would be so selfish as to offer up those who had lived and died together as living sacrifices to the demons?

He finally understood.

He was also truly abandoned by the Sect Master.

"Sect Master——"

"Thud!"

Suddenly a sound of kneeling came from behind the Sect Master.

The Seventh Elder knelt toward the Sect Master, standing alone in a pool of blood, his face deathly pale, lips trembling, he summoned his flying sword and thrust it straight into his own chest.

Accompanied by a voice full of guilt and remorse.

The sword rose, blood spattered, and his breath ceased.

Everything returned to silence.

"Old Seven was wrong; if there is a next life, I will repay your kindness!"

"Screech!"

"Bang!"

The Sect Master's hand behind his back tightened slightly; he did not stop his steps, nor did he turn back.

He gathered his vital energy, thrust a powerful palm, shattering the Spirit Rank Formation, and together with the dozens of elders behind him who likewise did not pause or look back, he left the Myriad‑Ren Mountain Range.

The corpse that had slit its own throat lay on the hillside where the sunset was about to fall.

The heavens were dyed crimson by the clouds, and after the blood spread it too turned red.

The red was blinding.

The Seventh Elder's eyes were wide open, his gaze fixed on the direction the Sect Master had gone, his eyes full of regret and remorse; blood kept trickling from the corner of his mouth, his lips twitching as he uttered: "Old Six, I'm coming to join you."

"Sect Master, farewell!"

……

Qianyuan City.

Relying on the Breakthrough Pill given by Su Chen, the Sect Master broke through the Martial Venerable barrier, and with a Martial Venerable‑rank demon beast at his side, he slew cultivators all the way, shattered formations, and was now heading straight for the Ye household.

Meanwhile, Su Chen was also doing his utmost with Liu Liyan to speed up progress, frantically farming points, waiting for everything to be ready so he could coordinate inside and out with his father and storm the Ye residence.

"Is that really true?"

A voice like heavenly music rang out from the Listening Tide Pavilion.

The green‑clad maid lowered her head, arrogant yet respectful, and vividly conveyed to Liu Liyan: "Holy Maiden, what I say is absolutely true, not a single false word; the Young Sect Master really said that."

"That Miss Lin stormed into the Profound Heaven Dao Sect, crying and shouting to Young Master Su, saying she dared not cause trouble anymore and agreed to the marriage arrangement."

"The Young Sect Master wore a cold smile, burst into loud laughter, then told Lin Jianran, 'Do you really think I'll still be here if you turn around? I, the Young Master, don't even look at you!'"

The green‑clad maid, while speaking, observed Liu Liyan's subtle facial expressions.

Seeing Liu Liyan's lip corners slightly rise, then she struggled to suppress it, but could not hold back.

Clearly she was overjoyed, yet on the surface she had to pretend to be reserved.

She lifted her lovely eyes with a hint of praise, swept them over the green‑clad maid, and said: "He really said he doesn't look down on Miss Lin? Well said—Fubo rewards her with fifty mid‑grade spirit stones."

The steward of the Purple Yang Sect, Fubo, couldn't help twitching the corner of his mouth: "……"

"Thank you, Holy Maiden!" the green‑clad maid exclaimed, hastily kneeling and kowtowing in gratitude.

She is a first‑rank personal attendant beside the Holy Maiden.

Her monthly stipend is five mid‑grade spirit stones.

These fifty directly offset her annual salary.

The white‑clad attendant beside her saw this, her eyes darting about, and quickly whispered: "Holy Maiden, I've also heard some details; I don't know whether I should speak."

"Speak." Liu Liyan rested her chin on her hand, looking curious.

The white‑clad maid bowed, then said: "I heard that after the Young Sect Master rejected Miss Lin, she completely broke down, lying on the ground with a vacant stare, murmuring that this couldn't possibly be true."

The Young Sect Master then said, "You're merely at the bottom of the Donghuang Beauty Ranking; on what grounds do you think you can compare to the top beauty of Donghuang, Liu Liyan?"

As for cultivation talent and family background, Holy Maiden, you leave Miss Lin ten streets behind.

Liu Liyan's eyes shone bright, like a little sun.

She immediately turned her head, looking at the maid in white: "Does he really think that?"

Holy Maiden, I dare swear, every word is true!

Reward, Fu Bo, reward her sixty medium-grade spirit stones.

The maid in white jumped for joy: "!!!"

Housekeeper Fu Bo looked utterly astonished: "..."

Seeing this, the maid in red immediately shoved the white-clad maid aside, eager to say: "The Young Sect Master Su also said, he previously pursued Miss Lin just for fun; you are the one she deserves to be sincerely with."

You spoke very well.

Fu Bo, reward her eighty medium-grade spirit stones.

Housekeeper Fu Bo's composure shattered.

He tugged at the corner of his mouth, but ultimately still put on a stern face, pushed aside the red-clad maid, and spoke in a goose-like voice: "Holy Maiden, I, your old servant, have also recently heard some rumors, that..."

Cough, Miss Lin, because she insulted you with a single word, was slapped twice by the Young Sect Master Su, and he also said that if he ever hears even half a word insulting the Holy Maiden from her mouth again, he will beat her to death with slaps.

Liu Liyan's joy rose to her eyebrows, the arc of her mouth AK could barely be contained, she immediately waved her hand: "Fu Bo, reward, eighty medium-grade spirit stones!"

The Young Sect Master Su...

Reward!

Young Sect Master...

He deserves a reward!

Reward them all!

Everything that happened inside the Listening Tide Pavilion was completely captured by Mother Liu using the Profound Heaven Mirror; she really wanted to rush over and tell her daughter to restrain herself—where are her poise and intelligence? Why does hearing anything about Su Chen reduce them all to zero?

It didn't even take the time to finish a cup of tea.

Several hundred medium-grade spirit stones were just gone.

These sect lackeys really, in their usual cultivation, aren't particularly proactive, but at this crucial moment of speaking kind words, their mouths are like machine guns.

And Fu Bo, this upright housekeeper, how did he also learn to speak in a slick, oily tone??

"Su Chen, you... tell me... what exactly did you give my daughter to drink, this bewitching soup?" Mother Liu's face darkened as she put on a bitter melon expression.