Chapter 203

The cultivation world of Dongyu in the Eastern Wasteland has already descended into utter chaos——

First, the ancient demon Heizei howled at heaven, stirring abnormal changes in the world's spiritual qi, single-handedly challenging nineteen Nascent Soul experts!

Next, a true disciple of Tianyuan Sect named Heng Xian, together with the healing Heizei, in one fell swoop slew over five thousand disciples of the Fourteen Sects!

Afterward, the various sects pursued and slaughtered the demon race, encircling and suppressing Heng Xian, yet after several months passed, tens of thousands of minor demons were exterminated, and Heng Xian, whom they had thought would be easy to deal with, remained at large.

Moreover, he even killed four true disciples of the Overlord Sect and the Divine Blade Palace on the way!

Finally, in Willow Tree Town, Heng Xian teamed up with a nameless swordsman and utterly crushed the two thousand elite disciples of the Fourteen Sects who had been pursuing them.

As it so happened, the evil sect 'Flower Pavilion', which had vanished for hundreds of years, reappeared and slaughtered one hundred seventy true disciples who were unable to move and had lost their combat ability.

If it weren't for the timely arrival of the two elders, Zhenjing of Tianyuan Sect and Jinshanghua of the Divine Blade Palace, the consequences would be unthinkable.

Afterward, the Fourteen Sects immediately dispatched five Nascent Soul experts, together with the senior brother of the third-generation disciples of Tianyuan Sect, Bai Lihao, to seek that nameless swordsman, and also sent most of the Heaven Ranking disciples to exterminate the Flower Pavilion evil sect.

Unfortunately, the nameless swordsman has already disappeared.

Over seven hundred ordinary disciples of the Flower Pavilion were executed, yet essentially not a single direct-line member was captured.

More importantly, Heng Xian, the spark of all these events, has likewise vanished!

The Fourteen Sects have completely lost face!

This is something that has never happened in the past several thousand years!

Tianyuan Sect.

The twelve main peaks still swirl with immortal mist, white cranes dance, spirit sparrows chirp, and disciples occasionally shuttle between peaks on their swords.

The turmoil outside has no effect whatsoever here.

Bitter Willow Peak, with its mountains ablaze in blossoms, its castle architecture still towering, appears especially distinct.

The 'mountain peak divine beast' Xiaohei has grown a bit, a small horn sprouting on its head; it ran out from the palace castle, frolicked, lifted its rear, and shot a jet of water.

Suddenly sensing something, it turned its head and shook its tail desperately.

Inside the palace gate, Ma Xiaohua, with her eight‑pronged moustache, walked out together with Su Wan'er, saying: 'Junior nephew, don't worry; Junior Brother has news—I'll inform you!'

That said, her face was full of worry.

Su Wan'er had already taken refuge under the Azure Bamboo Sect of Qianyuan Peak, exchanging her blue robes for white, becoming an inner‑door disciple, her seniority now one level below Ma Xiaohua's.

As her cultivation rose, her features grew more handsome, yet her eyes were swollen with tears and her face pallid: 'Uncle, thank you for your trouble!'

'Don't worry!' Ma Xiaohua sighed.

During this time, my master and the bitter‑hearted elder were still engaged in their meditation wager; after the incident with the junior brother, the senior sister fell silent for a long while and simply went to undertake the Golden Core life‑and‑death trial.

All the affairs of Bitter Willow Peak rested on his shoulders alone.

One person worrying about three others—an indescribable mental exhaustion.

'Disciple, taking my leave!'

Su Wan'er clasped her fists, stepped back a few paces, and flew on her sword straight toward Qianyuan Peak.

Leaving Bitter Willow Peak, just as she flew near Gathering Yang Peak, she heard a melodious zither sound from not far away.

She wiped the corners of her eyes, looked over curiously, and saw a floating peak; atop it a purple phoenix tens of zhang long spread its wings, mighty and overbearing, yet tightly bound by three chains.

And before the phoenix, a figure as tiny as an ant was gently plucking the strings of a zither.

Clad in a white‑with‑purple‑border true disciple's robe, her long hair fluttering, even her back view was breathtakingly beautiful.

Below the floating peak, a large crowd of disciples from various peaks hovered on their swords, chatting incessantly.

Su Wan'er flew over curiously.

One person said, 'That is Elder Lin Shuyu of Yaotian Peak—truly peerless in bearing, like a goddess!'

Another asked, 'What is Junior Sister Lin doing? Isn't she afraid of the purple phoenix's pressure? The purple phoenix possesses an ancient phoenix bloodline, equivalent to mid‑Golden Core cultivation; last year, Elder Zhang of Great Pine Peak fought it and came out worse.'

Junior Sister Lin must be using the purple phoenix's pressure to condense a Fake Pill!

Exactly! Have you seen her blue eyes? She herself possesses the Tian Feng Bloodline; cultivating with the purple phoenix, the two complement each other perfectly!

Now, condensing a Fake Pill, she will surely break through to Golden Core within three years—tsk tsk tsk, she's only been in the sect two or three years!

People simply cannot be compared!

It is said that, because of the Heng Xian affair, she was recently punished by Elder Zhao of Yaotian Peak! Someone said.

All around fell instantly silent.

The name 'Heng Xian' is now considered a taboo in Tianyuan Sect.

After a while, someone whispered softly, 'Heng Xian had better be dead; otherwise our Tianyuan Sect's reputation will be ruined by him!'

'What the hell are you saying, you bastard?! Junior Brother Heng is innocent—keep spouting nonsense and I'll not be polite!' A group nearby immediately shouted back angrily.

Although Heng Xian is listed as a wanted criminal and hunted by the Fourteen Sects, whether it is his methods or his record of slaying four true disciples, his fame has been openly and secretly propagated for Tianyuan Sect's prestige!

As long as no one they care about dies because of Heng Xian, everyone still admires him from the heart—at least this 'record' is something ordinary people cannot achieve!

'I'm stating the facts!' that person retorted firmly, 'My uncle was killed by him in Willow Tree Town…'

Before he could finish speaking, a sword sheath was pressed against his throat.

Su Wan'er's eyes flashed sharply as she said, 'He didn't kill anyone in Willow Tree Town; the Flower Pavilion did the killing. Keep spouting nonsense, and you and I will settle this on the Battle Platform—life or death!'

That person stared blankly.

Someone nearby said, 'She is Su Wan'er, disciple of the Azure Bamboo senior sister of Qianyuan Peak!'

It is said that she has some connection with Heng Xian?

Unclear!

Amidst the clamor, a figure stepped through the air not far away.

Everyone immediately stepped back a few paces and bowed respectfully: 'Greetings, Elder/Grandmaster‑uncle!'

Su Wan'er also lowered her sword and performed the disciple's salute.

The lord of Great Pine Peak, Lan Wuyan, showed no reaction at all, not even glancing back; indeed, his cultivation had reached a level where everything lay plain before his eyes, so words were unnecessary.

In a flash, he had already arrived at Thousand Beasts Peak, the lofty and perilous peak where the Sect Master of Tianyuan Sect resides.

A group of main peak disciples all bowed in salute.

Lan Wuyan nodded, passed through a Bagua platform, and arrived before the Taiyi Hall. At the gate, a dignified third-generation disciple had already come forward to greet him: 'Disciple Xu Qianmen respectfully greets his Martial Uncle; the Honored Master and all the Martial Uncles have arrived!'

Lan Wuyan glanced at Xu Qianmen; when dealing with a Nascent Soul-level disciple, he let his stature drop considerably, chuckling lightly: 'Does your Senior Martial Brother have any news?'

Xu Qianmen replied: 'My Senior Martial Brother is still investigating the origins of that nameless swordsman; it's been several days with no news.'

Lan Wuyan nodded and stepped into the Taiyi Hall.

Just as he entered the hall, he heard the Five Goat Peak Peak Master, Bai Chun San, angrily say: 'Even if the heavens were torn apart today, Heng Xian is still a wayward disciple, a heinous wretch unforgivable. We must completely erase his name from my Tianyuan Sect!'

No sooner had his words fallen than the Tiger Roar Peak Peak Master, Bao Bu Tian, lightly said: 'A loud voice does not mean what you say is reasonable.'

Bai Chun San jumped up and shouted: 'Fatty Bao, what do you mean by this clueless fool? How many people has Heng Xian harmed and killed? Eh? Five true transmissions and seventeen inner disciples of my Five Goat Peak died in Sang Guo, and you still want to protect that wicked wretch?'

Bao Bu Tian said in a strange tone: 'Which of your eyes saw me protecting him? Could it not be that same eye that deceived the female cultivator of Harmony Valley's hidden cache, cultivating the Triple-color Radiant Eye?'

Bai Chun San slammed the table: 'You're starting to expose my shortcomings, huh?'

The surrounding peak masters and Liu Hanchun of the Hall of Merit observed the proper decorum, eyes on nose, nose on heart.

'Enough!' said Sect Leader Zhenxuan, seated in the chief position: 'We've cultivated for hundreds of years, probing the mysteries of heaven and earth—how can you speak like children?'

The two could only shut their mouths.

The Sect Leader looked toward Lan Wuyan: 'Junior Brother Lan has arrived; how goes the matter?'

(End of chapter)