Chapter 919: Crisis at the Sword Mansion

If he could sense it, he would reply to himself very soon.

After a long while, a gust of Qingfeng blew past, and at the same time, a deep, resonant voice rang out: "Junior Brother Wang, is there something the matter?"

This voice was as bright as a great bell, spreading throughout the mountain stream, and it was as moist as Jade, giving one a feeling of it coming from the Nine Heavens.

All the disciples in the sect heard this voice, and so the disciples, who had been somewhat panicked, immediately became excited.

"The Sect Master has appeared, our Sect Master has appeared."

"The Sect Master has been in seclusion for decades; he must have broken through the Primordial Qi Realm to become a Dharma Cultivator by now, right?"

"We are saved; with the Sect Master here, we have nothing to fear from anyone who comes."

Everyone bowed and kowtowed repeatedly toward the place where Tianming was in seclusion.

"Senior Brother, you have responded to me?" Wang Zhonglou was both surprised and delighted, and he hurriedly said: "The sect is facing a great catastrophe, and now Dragon Breath is about to move against us. If it is convenient, Senior Brother Sect Master, please appear to preside over the overall situation."

"I am currently at a critical juncture in breaking through my cultivation realm; if I come out of seclusion, decades of bitter cultivation will vanish like smoke," Tianming said with slight hesitation. "Moreover, I have contemplated the Heavenly Dao and learned that our Tiance Sword Mansion will face a tribulation."

"But although this tribulation is heavy, there will ultimately be a thread of bloodline left behind, so we shall wait and see for now." Tianming's voice entered only Wang Zhonglou's ears.

"But that brat surnamed Chen has already forced his way to our sect. I am certain that within two days, he will definitely come to our sect. That brat is already at the Primordial Qi Realm of cultivation," Wang Zhonglou said, gritting his teeth.

"What is meant to come will eventually come. In the decades I have been away, you should know in your heart how the sect has conducted itself, Junior Brother," Tianming's voice remained calm. "Junior Brother, three feet above one's head, there are gods."

"Our Tiance Sword Mansion was founded on the basis of virtue and acting with benevolence, but the things done in these years can be described as causing heaven's wrath and human resentment."

"You should go back now; what is meant to come will eventually come."

"Then are you just going to watch as our Sword Mansion's century-old heritage is destroyed in one fell swoop?" Wang Zhonglou was furious.

"This is Heaven's will, and it is also Life's destiny. If there truly is a tribulation within the Sword Mansion, then I will risk this Karma and force my way out of seclusion to fight for a glimmer of survival for my Sword Mansion."

After Tianming finished saying these words, he did not reply again. Wang Zhonglou, on the Lone Peak, saw his expression change again and again, and finally, he let out a cold snort and turned to leave.

Just after leaving the Lone Peak, a disciple came to report: "Elder, that woman who can turn people into puppets has broken into our mountain gate."

"What? This demoness dares to come to our mountain gate? Where is she? Lead the way." Wang Zhonglou's expression turned stern.

Before the Tiance Sword Mansion's gate, more than ten puppets lay on the ground, motionless. Cold light flashed on these puppets' bodies; it was clear they had been transformed not long ago.

A group of Sword Mansion disciples held long swords, keeping their distance from Yu Sichen, but they dared not step forward.

"Yu Sichen, have you gone mad? Your current strength can only deal with Martial Ancestor Realm experts, but there are Half-step Dharma Cultivators in the sect. Wait a little longer; after some time, once you have absorbed enough human Qi, you will be able to storm the mountain gate."

The evil ghost shrieked crazily in Yu Sili's consciousness. In its view, Yu Sichen coming to the door now was simply seeking her own death.

However, it had an agreement with Yu Sichen: before Yu Sichen finished her revenge, this body was to be controlled by Yu Sichen.

"So what? Even if I can only bite off a piece of their flesh, I must come. At least I can help him solve some things before Brother Chen arrives," Yu Sichen sneered. "What if I get my revenge? I am a Walking Corpse controlled by you. Rather than that, why shouldn't I choose to die?"

"Yu Sichen, you never intended to live? I understand, I finally understand." The evil ghost was stunned, and it began to roar crazily.

From the very beginning, Yu Sichen had never intended to live. It was true that she had a contract with it, but Yu Sichen would never let it grow.

Now its Life was tightly bound to Yu Sichen's; if Yu Sichen died, it would surely die too.

Yu Sichen sneered and directly severed the connection with it, then she raised her head, a flash of gloomy light passing through her eyes.

The hands of the dozens of disciples before her were trembling. The woman before them was very beautiful, and her appearance and temperament were both excellent, but in their eyes now, this woman was no different from a demon.

Since Duan Ziqi's head was hung above the sect, more than twenty of their fellow disciples had turned into puppets. Now that this woman stood before them, how could they not be afraid?

"Demoness, our Elder has already arrived, you..." a disciple shouted angrily at Yu Sichen.

A pale blue light flashed, and the disciple's expression turned horrified. His expression and movements froze right there, and immediately after, he fell to the ground with a thud, turning into a puppet.

"Ghost, it's a ghost..." All the disciples threw down the swords in their hands and turned to flee into the sect; their spirits could no longer bear such pressure.

"What are you panicking about?" A figure flashed by, and a palm wind struck out. These disciples fleeing backward were slapped to the ground by someone; it was Wang Zhonglou who had arrived.

"Elder, she, she is here." The disciples said in terror.

"A bunch of trash." Wang Zhonglou's figure flashed, and he stepped forward. He stared at Yu Sichen and said coldly: "Have you been the one causing trouble these days?"

"That's right, but 'causing trouble' is not the word for it; I am merely avenging my master," Yu Sichen said coldly. "Duan Ziqi broke into Jizhao Temple and killed my mentor. I swear that I will exhaust my entire Life's strength to destroy your Tiance Sword Mansion."

"Just you? You are in league with Chen Yu, aren't you? Heh, this brat is overestimating his own capabilities, actually thinking that he can fight our entire Sword Mansion by himself."

"Very well, then I will capture you today and collect a little interest first."

Wang Zhonglou did not waste words. With a deep shout, he grabbed into the void with his right hand. A phantom of a giant palm appeared in the void, formed from the palm of his hand, and it reached out to grab Yu Sichen.

Yu Sichen's figure swayed, turning into a wisp of blue smoke. Her figure flashed forward rapidly, and then she curled her Jade finger, sending a wisp of blue smoke to strike at Wang Zhonglou.

Wang Zhonglou was a Half-step Dharma Cultivator; although his character was mediocre, the thread of power of Heaven and Earth on him still existed.

And the ancestral ghost within Yu Sichen's body belonged to the category of yin-evil things, so her strength was suppressed by Wang Zhonglou.

Wang Zhonglou's figure swayed, dodging the blue smoke, and then he pressed forward. He grabbed with his right hand, and his arm suddenly grew half a foot longer, directly pinching at Yu Sichen's throat.

Yu Sichen did not dodge or evade, rushing toward Wang Zhonglou. Crack! Wang Zhonglou's hand clamped onto Yu Sichen's throat, but Yu Sichen struck out with her right palm.

A blue light shot into the sky, hitting Wang Zhonglou's body.

Wang Zhonglou let out a muffled groan. He felt a cold, yin energy surge into his body. This cold energy actually broke through his protective True Qi, making him feel a biting chill.