Chapter 743: Just Like That

It's him.

He actually came?

He even dares to appear?

What's there not to dare? Even the Solitary Moon Sect hasn't said a word...

A wave of discussion rose.

Su Qing habitually looked toward the Fishing Ao Guest.

The newcomer was a man in white robes, his hair disheveled, his features handsome and spirited, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, a long sword on his back, and a wine gourd in his right hand, from which he occasionally took a sip.

He looked exceptionally carefree.

"It's him," the Fishing Ao Guest murmured, "It seems the rumors about the Solitary Moon Sect are true."

"What rumors?" Su Qing's eyes lit up.

"You little brat, so young, and you're acting like a market woman... well, well." Before he could finish speaking, seeing Su Qing raise her tiny fists again to strike, the Fishing Ao Guest immediately begged for mercy, "This old bones of mine can't withstand your random blows."

"What do you mean?" Su Qing pouted cutely, giving the Fishing Ao Guest a few taps, though it was clear she was holding back just the right amount of force.

The Fishing Ao Guest showed a look of contented enjoyment and transmitted via voice: "This person is the eldest disciple of the Solitary Moon Sect, once a candidate for the next sect master, Tian Xuanzi, oh, now he calls himself Tian Xiezi."

"Once?"

"Yes," the Fishing Ao Guest said, "This person has already defected from the Solitary Moon Sect."

"Then what about the Solitary Moon Sect?"

Su Qing froze, looking toward where the Solitary Moon Sect was located; there, a group of cultivators paid no heed to Tian Xiezi's arrival.

They simply pretended this person did not exist.

Even though many cultivators present kept glancing over at the Solitary Moon Sect, they treated those cultivators' gazes like a clear breeze—utterly unmoved.

They appeared remarkably dignified.

Of course, those who remained unmoved were the high-level senior cultivators; many juniors' faces shifted unpredictably, looking quite humiliated.

"Fifty years ago, rumors said Tian Xiezi alone returned to the Solitary Moon Sect and established a non-interference pact; now it seems, it's true." The Fishing Ao Guest said, his tone carrying an inexplicable meaning.

He is of the same generation and strength as the Solitary Moon Sect's sect master, that is, Tian Xiezi's master-level figure.

And after Tian Xiezi defected from the Solitary Moon Sect, he was still able to return and force the sect to yield and bow.

This means his strength is unfathomable!

Even if both sides conducted an exchange of interests, it remains so.

Anyway, the Fishing Ao Guest admits he has no way to go alone to the sect's door and make them bow.

"Then why did he defect from the Solitary Moon Sect?" Su Qing's eyes shone with strange light.

"Don't look." The Fishing Ao Guest helplessly covered his granddaughter's eyes, "He defected from the Solitary Moon Sect because he was bewitched by the heavenly demon."

"Ah?"

Su Qing froze, feeling her youthful sentiments nearly crushed by her grandfather's words.

"Last time the heavenly demon holy land opened, Tian Xuan... Tian Xiezi was the one leading the Solitary Moon Sect's forces; unexpectedly, he fell under the heavenly demon king's path, was bewitched by him, and turned to aid the heavenly demon." The Fishing Ao Guest said.

"Heavenly demons are truly hateful!" Su Qing said.

"Hehe." The Fishing Ao Guest laughed, not wishing his adorable granddaughter to have any connection with Tian Xiezi, who is fast becoming a semi-public enemy.

"I want to save him!"

As a result, Su Qing's next words caused the Fishing Ao Guest's smile to vanish instantly.

He wished he could rush up and beat Tian Xiezi into a pig's head for daring to lead away his adorable granddaughter—such a crime deserves ten thousand deaths!

Unfortunately, the Fishing Ao Guest must admit, his old bones are likely no match for Tian Xiezi.

So he can only painstakingly advise Su Qing that men are unreliable, they're just big pig's trotters.

Especially those bewitched by heavenly demons—falling into demonhood is quite normal; don't look now that he still bears the name "Tian Xie," he might truly become a heavenly demon in the blink of an eye.

As a result, Su Qing fell into the "only I can save him" plot and couldn't extricate herself.

The Fishing Ao Guest was so angry a few strands of his beard were pulled out.

If I had known, I wouldn't have brought my obedient granddaughter out to see the world—didn't get to see the world, and instead saw a little brat.

The center of discussion, Tian Xiezi, completely ignored everyone's gazes.

He merely looked toward the vortex, occasionally raising his wine gourd to take a sip, his face full of lovelorn expression.

If he had fallen for another female cultivator, and later his cultivation grew deeper, his strength greater, perhaps it would still be passed down as a fine tale.

But he fell for the heavenly demon—this is different.

He is equivalent to an enemy of everyone present.

Heaven knows whether this fellow, after entering, will be like last time and reach out to aid those heavenly demons?

Heavenly demons are already not easy to deal with; with Tian Xiezi this two-faced traitor added, things become even more troublesome.

The Solitary Moon Sect cultivated a "stumbling block," and now they themselves have become shrinking turtles.

Some cultivators felt dissatisfied, so they spoke loudly on purpose.

Openly and secretly blaming the Solitary Moon Sect, while also mocking Tian Xiezi with sarcastic and mocking tones.

Hearing this, the Solitary Moon Sect's disciples were furious, but the sect elders leading the team did not move; they could only endure.

Tian Xiezi's drinking motion paused; a few drops of wine spilled out as he lowered the wine gourd.

He extended his other hand, flicked his finger.

The few drops of wine vanished instantly.

The few cultivators still sneering and mocking suddenly shuddered, several blossoms of blood bursting from their chests.

Massive wounds appeared on their bodies, their bodies directly falling into the undulating sea, sinking into the deep sea and vanishing without trace.

In an instant, the originally somewhat noisy scene fell completely silent.

Many cultivators revealed horrified expressions.

There were also powerful cultivators who appeared thoughtful, such as Diaoroke and Xuandaizi.

They all saw it — those few drops of wine from Tianxiezi didn't merely open wounds on those cultivators' bodies, but directly shattered their souls.

True death of body and Dao, beyond even immortals' power to save.

This strength...

Diaoroke carefully compared; those cultivators' strength was actually not weak, they could even count as backbone figures of some decent sects.

If he acted, instantly killing a few people wouldn't be impossible.

But to send a few people "sinking to the bottom of the sea" so effortlessly with a few drops of ordinary wine — he, Diaoroke, couldn't do it!

"The young are formidable," Diaoroke murmured, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes.

He understood why Gu Yue Sect was willing to yield; Tianxiezi's strength had even surpassed his master, the Gu Yue Sect Master.

As for the worry, this time it had nothing to do with Su Qing.

A Tianxiezi of such strength truly standing on the Heavenly Demon's side — the impact on them was not insignificant.

The few powerful cultivators present involuntarily exchanged glances.

Each saw a hint of calculation in the other's eyes — perhaps, take down this massive hidden danger Tianxiezi a step early?

But then, who was willing to be the one to stick their neck out?

Gu Yue Sect's side continued playing dead, utterly motionless.

As for Tianxiezi, he put away his wine gourd, his expression not changing in the slightest, as if he had merely crushed a few insignificant insects.

Still staring at the faintly visible Kingdom of Daughters.

"So strong, so carefree..." Su Qing's murmuring made Diaoroke feel a massive headache.

"So strong, so carefree..." Su Qing's murmured whisper made Diaoke feel his head ache.

Beyond the vortex, the Heavenly Demon Holy Land, which had only a hint of an outline, became increasingly clear.

Everyone could feel a powerful force enveloping this "island," blocking all outsiders from entering — not entirely, though; ordinary people without cultivation could enter unharmed.

Everyone could sense that a powerful force enveloped this "island," blocking the entry of all outsiders — not all, though; ordinary people without any cultivation could enter completely unharmed.

They could enter through the sole entrance, but the moment they entered it was like being hammered a hundred times, instantly weakened.

The current change in the Heavenly Demon Holy Land was naturally a good thing.

It meant the weakening was further reduced, already at an acceptable level, and additionally other small gates would open.

The Holy Land's appearance fully manifested.

Only a thin layer of mist shrouded it, obscuring vision; besides the "main gate," three other places now had additional vortices.

Only the aura there was unstable, giving a dangerous feeling.

If entering from there, the backlash would likely be greater than the main gate.

And the main gate, its "threshold" had already lowered to an acceptable degree.

A group of cultivators couldn't care about anything else, immediately rushing toward the vortex.

The number of powerhouses present was not small.

But powerhouses wouldn't scout for them; on the contrary, waiting for those powerhouses to enter first, they might not get a share of the spoils if they went in after.

Better to enter early; with so many cultivators, they also didn't need to worry about being wiped out in one net by those women transformed by Heavenly Demons.

Better to enter early; with this many cultivators, there's no need to worry about being wiped out in one fell swoop by those women transformed by Heavenly Demons.

A sound like a striking bell, as if something had collided with an insurmountable, uncrossable mountain peak.

The cultivators at the very front collided one after another, dizzy and disoriented.

Some with lower cultivation fell directly into the sea, sinking like stones, unable to rise for a time.

Some with lower cultivation fell straight into the sea, sinking like stones, unable to rise for quite a while.

"What's the situation?"

A group of cultivators were extremely shocked.

Diaoroke, Xuandaizi, Tuxing and the others were also slightly startled, focusing all their attention on the Heavenly Demon Holy Land.

Tianxiezi's eyes narrowed, his long hair and clothes fluttering without wind.

Tian Xiezi's eyes narrowed, and the long hair and clothes on his body fluttered without wind.

"Go try the other places."

Immediately a sect leader ordered, a group of disciples instantly setting off, flying fully equipped toward the remaining entrances.

As expected, there they also encountered obstruction; different from before, for some reason an invisible barrier had appeared this time, enveloping the entire Heavenly Demon Holy Land!

Sure enough, there they also encountered obstruction; unlike before, for some unknown reason an invisible barrier had appeared, enveloping the entire Heavenly Demon Holy Land!

Tuxing suddenly laughed, a fierce and domineering aura erupting from his body; he reached out and grasped, a pitch-black thick-backed broadsword with a large ring appearing in his hand.

He gripped the saber with both hands, hacking heavily at the "main gate vortex."

A black streak of light surged from the saber, parting the sea surface beneath Tuxing's feet, crashing toward the vortex.

In the instant it was about to touch the vortex, a faint golden light curtain emerged.

The black streak collided with the light curtain; the pale gold light curtain shook, seeming somewhat unstable.

However Tuxing's strike failed to break the light curtain; after shaking, the black streak splattered and vanished like ink, the light curtain then stabilizing and subsequently fading away.

A probing slash failed to break the defense, but also clarified the Heavenly Demon Holy Land's new change.

In the sky, a bird cry rang out; a massive high-temperature fireball fell, smashing toward the Heavenly Demon Holy Land.

The light curtain appeared again, blocking the Beast Taming Sect spirit beast's attack just like it blocked Tuxing's slash.

This made quite a few people frown.

This caused quite a few people to frown.

The suddenly appearing light screen possessed formidable defense; it would likely take multiple powerhouses joining forces to break it.

"Attack together!"

Quite a few cultivators shouted loudly, about to join forces to shatter the defensive light screen.

"This is not a place you lot should come; all of you, scram for this poor monk!"

Just then, a cold harrumph rang out from the Heavenly Demon Holy Land, like a thunderclap exploding beside everyone's ears, surging power churning.

Those closer in, cultivators with slightly weaker cultivation, could not "stand" steady and fell straight into the sea.

"Someone?!"

"Who is it?"

"A monk?"

The outside cultivators were greatly shocked; what situation was this now?

"Hahahaha!"

At this moment, Tian Ezi suddenly burst into wild laughter, "Nowhere Tian Ezi wants to go has anyone ever been able to stop me!"

The long sword behind him left its sheath, slashing out cold, clear sword light.

The sky dimmed; in a trance, it seemed as if a bright moon rose from the sea.

"What are you doing?"

At Shanhai Pass, Xia Jianjia said, "I don't need your help!"

Pausing a moment, her tone vexed: "It's not some willful foolishness, it's to train troops! Without experiencing hardships to grow, how can we continue to protect our homeland? Can you protect this place for a lifetime?"

Before the tombstone, Tang Luo opened his eyes, then closed them again, withdrawing his Profound Gold Undying Body.

In the outside world, Tian Ezi said coldly: "The moon waxes and wanes!"

The long sword turned into a crescent new moon, descending upon the light screen just hidden outside the vortex.

The light screen dispersed, leaving only specks of moonlight adorning heaven and earth.

Beautiful beyond description.

"Hmph, nothing more than this." Tian Ezi sheathed his sword and stood, letting out a light laugh.