Chapter 202: Luoye Zhenjun and Feng Jianyun

Xuan Gen Dao.

Xuan Gen Dao, a publicly recognized branch sect of the Mystic Sect within the Ten Thousand Dao Mountains, sits on Qingfeng Mountain beyond the Gen Dao capital, Huang Du.

Xuan Gen Dao has many disciples, most of whom also hail from the Gen Dao territory, and essentially none come from the Ten Thousand Dao Mountains.

At this moment, a cultivator with a head of white hair but a rosy, vigorous face sits upright before a chessboard, opposite a woman dressed in white and wearing a bamboo hat; the two are engaged in a game.

"Luoye Zhenjun, you allow your disciples to wreak havoc throughout the Gen Dao Lingyu; aren't you afraid it will affect the Human Smoke Tower?" the woman in white laughed, placing a black piece that immediately trapped a large group of white stones.

The cultivator named Luoye Zhenjun, worthy of the True Lord title, is naturally the head of Xuan Gen Dao and a Nascent Soul cultivator!

Luoye Zhenjun smiled; after a white stone moved to ease the trap, he said, "Qing He was expelled from my sect long ago; regarding this chaos, I will personally capture her and report her to the Upper Sect."

The woman in white smiled, "Those matters are trivial; no matter how they cause trouble, they can't truly disrupt anything. But the promised hundred portions of Human Dao Red Cloud must not be missing, or I won't know how to explain to my master when I return."

"That is natural. Thanks to Venerable Puluo's favor, Xuan Gen Dao's Luoye exists today; I dare not forget my roots. Yet Miss Feng's personal arrival was something I did not anticipate."

The woman in white is named Feng Jianyun; she waved her hand and said, "Actually I didn't want to come. I prefer to cultivate at the sect, but my master insisted I descend, claiming I could witness the emergence of a Human Emperor."

Luoye Zhenjun smiled, "Human Emperor? Just a pseudo Human Emperor. The one bred by the Human Smoke Tower is merely infused with a trace of ancient Human Emperor fortune—nothing noteworthy."

"Is that so?"

"Actually, that's how it is. By the way, Miss Feng, I heard the Upper Sect is preparing to open a new aberrant zone—is that true?" Luoye Zhenjun did not pursue the previous topic, instead inquiring about other matters.

Feng Jianyun shook her head, "I'm not sure either."

Seeing Feng Jianyun reluctant to speak, Luoye Zhenjun politely refrained from probing, then drew an object from his sleeve and placed it beside the board, smiling:

"The Human Dao Red Cloud is inside; Miss, you may point to it."

"No need; can I not trust you, True Lord?"

"Hehe."

Feng Jianyun tucked away the ink‑stone‑like object, then rose, "Playing chess forever is boring; shall I go take a look first?"

"Feel free. If you encounter those rebellious disciples, Miss, you need not hesitate—kill them outright."

"Hehe, if you do, capture them alive and bring them back here for the True Lord to handle. As an outsider, I'd rather not overstep," Feng Jianyun said, then leapt toward the Lingyu.

Luoye Zhenjun watched the unfinished game; the white stones seemed to revive, yet they were already trapped, about to be devoured entirely by the black stones. He sighed, "I'm getting old, can't keep up with these youngsters."

After arriving above the Lingyu, Feng Jianyun watched with interest the cultivators rampaging and looting, then suddenly saw a group of cultivators rush in to restore order.

"Hehehe, since when does our own territory need outsiders to maintain stability?" Feng Jianyun laughed, finding Luoye Zhenjun rather amusing.

Although it's unclear how this person reached the Nascent Soul stage, if these ghostly tricks are refined, perhaps another breakthrough is possible.

Unfortunately, he has spent his whole life guarding just this tiny plot, willing to sacrifice everything for that meager resource route.

"Anyway, let the master decide; I don't want to meddle in trivial matters," Feng Jianyun said, merely wanting to check on the Human Smoke Tower.

Although it's unlikely the Human Smoke Tower will encounter any problem—even if that Nefarious Dragon crawls out from underground, it couldn't harm the tower a bit—but caution is never misplaced.

Just as she was thinking, Feng Jianyun saw a group heading to the site of the Nefarious Dragon's remains and rolled her eyes.

"A pile of rotten bones and flesh, and they still want it? The outside cultivators are truly desperate."

Feng Jianyun walked to the Human Smoke Tower, glanced at the nearby broken limbs and fragments, waved her hand and a gust of fresh wind erased them, then scattered fresh flowers before standing at the doorway and looking around.

"Hm? Who took the Fixed Dragon Stone Pillar?"

Feng Jianyun wore a puzzled expression.

Are the outside cultivators all this petty?

If you say you took the Human Emperor Banner, I'll consider you bold.

What are you doing with the Fixed Dragon Stone Pillar that trapped the Human Emperor Banner?

Intending to release the Nefarious Dragon completely?

Feng Jianyun thought for a moment, then formed a technique at the Human Smoke Tower.

"Let me see what's happening inside."

Her slender jade fingers glittered; a beam of light struck the front gate of the Human Smoke Tower, and suddenly an image appeared on the gate!

In the image, two figures were battling, discernibly a man and a woman.

"Wow? That must be Luoye Zhenjun's disciple Qing He, incredible—Free‑wheeling Sword Heart! She even mastered the Nine‑Turns Technique; at early Core Formation she already wields power comparable to a late Golden Core."

Impressive!

Too bad she's not as good as me.

As for the opponent… hmm?

"Mountain Ghost Black Lang? It seems this is merely a possessed body; the true form is still unknown," Feng Jianyun examined carefully, discovering that the male cultivator was not human—the concealed black aura revealed his identity.

Although I don't know how they started fighting, it's certainly entertaining.

Putting aside everything else, that male cultivator possessed by a Black Lang is only at the Foundation Establishment Stage, yet he can trade blows with someone at early Core Formation whose power rivals a late Golden Core.

Hmm?

Not all outside cultivators are useless.

Feng Jianyun watched the duel with interest.

Inside the Human Smoke Tower.

As the two strong ones clashed, the cultivators inside the Human Smoke Tower suffered misfortune.

Originally, they had already been wiped out once by a cheater, and now they were hiding, preparing to leave.

Suddenly, two masters burst out from somewhere, fighting so fiercely that the sky darkened; countless mortals perished, and many Lianqi Phase cultivators were also devastated.

"Where did those two killing gods come from?"

"Who knows."

"Is something huge happening outside?!"

The hidden cultivators dared not utter a sound, fearing that the Foundation Establishment male would capture them as blood food; along his path, that man must have slain at least a million people, otherwise how could he have fought the seemingly Golden Core fairy up to now?

Of course, that seemingly Golden Core fairy was no pushover; some cultivators, seeing the carnage and seeking her aid, were cut down by her sword.

In the end, it's still them who endure the hardship.

Is there any heavenly justice left!!!

Isn't there anyone to manage this?

Jia Zhen glanced at his companions around him, his face twitching: "If you ask me, we should quickly think of a way to run!"

"How do we run?"

"I know where that male cultivator appeared from; maybe we can find the place he entered and then exit...."

"Really? Where?"

Jia Zhen took a deep breath, pointing at the shattered capital of the Da Xuan Kingdom: "It's right inside the imperial palace."