Chapter 920: Nine Nether Breath

He could not help but be furious, and struck out with a palm toward Yu Sichen.

Bang... Yu Sichen's figure jolted, and a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out; she collapsed to the ground, and the Martial Ancestors who had arrived upon hearing the news surrounded her, six swords pressed against her neck.

Wang Zhonglou also staggered back a few steps; his blood and Qi surged, and he felt as if the blood in his body had a tendency to coagulate.

He hurriedly tapped his right hand against his own body, circulated his True Qi for one cycle, and only then managed to control the tendency of the cold energy to leak out.

"Senior Brother, how is it?" He Mingshan also arrived after hearing the news.

Wang Zhonglou pulled open his clothes, and saw that on his chest, a wisp of blue smoke was gathered and would not dissipate.

"What a formidable Nine Nether Breath; luckily I have a protective item, otherwise I would have really been struck this time." Wang Zhonglou took off a piece of Jade from his neck.

This piece of Jade was his protective object; it was originally bright and lustrous, but now this piece of Jade had become dull and lusterless.

"This is the Nine Nether Breath from the Underworld; you can block it for a moment, but you cannot block it for a lifetime." Yu Sichen laughed.

"Demoness, you came here to our place and walked right into a trap, and you can still laugh?" Wang Zhonglou was furious.

"I came here originally to perish together with you all; hehe, with one less of you, Brother Chen should be able to easily defeat the experts in your sect, and when that time comes, I will wash the Sword Mansion in blood." Yu Sichen said coldly.

"Lock her up..." Wang Zhonglou's eyes widened, and he said in a rage.

Several disciples on the side stepped forward, escorting Yu Sichen as they walked toward the mountain gate.

Night, atop a high building in Jinling.

Chen Yu stood atop the high building, gazing into the distance; the direction he was looking in was precisely the direction of the Tiance Sword Mansion.

The Tiance Sword Mansion was a Hidden Sect with super strength; there were over ten Martial Ancestor disciples in the sect, and besides Duan Ziqi, there were two other Half-step Dharma Cultivators.

Not to mention there was a sect leader, Duan Tianming, who had been in seclusion for decades and whose true strength was unknown; the support Long Bo gave him this time was nothing more than a blank check.

To be honest, with his strength as a Primordial Qi Realm mid-stage Dharma Cultivator, taking on an entire sect alone was still somewhat of a stretch.

After all, it was a large sect with super strength; who knew if there were any old monsters hidden within?

It was just that Huizhao Shitai's death required an explanation, and the Tiance Sword Mansion had indulged its Outer Sect Disciples in doing evil, causing public anger and resentment over these years, so this time they had to be uprooted to prevent future trouble.

A figure flashed, and Chixiao appeared behind Chen Yu: "Are you afraid?"

"Afraid?" Chen Yu gave two dry laughs and said: "I am not afraid, I am just thinking about what form I should use to go to their sect tomorrow."

"In the end, you still lack confidence." Chixiao laughed: "The Tiance Sword Mansion is nothing more than a few Half-step Dharma Cultivators; their sect leader Duan Tianming might be a thorn, but he is not worth worrying about."

"This is my own business, you don't need to intervene." Chen Yu shook his head and said: "Let it be my own grudge with them."

"Are you sure?" Chixiao snorted coldly and said: "You promised me that you would seek a method for me to break through quickly; after destroying the Sword Mansion, you must fulfill your promise."

"Are you prepared? Having stayed in Shengjing for so long, your husband ultimately still couldn't keep your heart?" Chen Yu sighed.

"He is very good to me." Chixiao's tone softened slightly, then her voice became stiff: "But I do not belong to this world, and for a Dharma Cultivator, emotions are a stumbling block that prevents a Dharma Cultivator from advancing."

"Chen Yu, do you know what the most basic principle for a Dharma Cultivator is?" Chixiao asked.

"I don't know." Chen Yu shook his head, and he said with some exhaustion: "I am actually just an ordinary person; I also don't know why I became a Dharma Cultivator."

"So I don't understand what a Dharma Cultivator's original state of mind should be, but there are some things I must do."

"You are advancing too quickly, your Dao Heart cannot keep up." Chixiao said: "As a true Dharma Cultivator, one must achieve the severing of emotions and love."

"The time I spent by Wu Zhangbo's side, I will consider it as repaying him; I accompanied him to finish his final journey as his wife, and now, I am leaving." Chixiao said.

"My consciousness and soul belong to a thousand years ago; I don't know now if my sect, 'Red Moon', still exists, and I don't know if I still have descendants in this world."

"But there are some things that one ultimately cannot let go of, so this time when I left Shengjing, I did not intend to go back." Chixiao said: "If you return to Shengjing and find Wu Zhangbo, tell him all of this."

"Fine." Chen Yu sighed and said: "Dharma Cultivators are mostly in Hidden Sects; they live in seclusion from the world and focus on cultivation. It has been a thousand years; you looking for your own descendants is no different from looking for a needle in a haystack."

"I can't worry about that much anymore; you only need to assist me in reaching the Entering the Dao Realm, and the rest has nothing to do with you." Chixiao said.

"Fine." Chen Yu sighed, then he raised his head and looked toward the direction of the Tiance Sword Mansion: "It's just that, before acting, I must pull out this thorn first."

Early morning, the morning light just appeared.

The place where the Tiance Sword Mansion was located was in a deep mountain in the far north; the deep mountain spanned dozens of miles, all of which was the territory of the Sword Sect.

There were no ordinary people living in this place; recently, because of Yu Sichen, a team of disciples patrolled around the mountain gate every day.

This time, those patrolling the mountain were several young disciples; as long as there was any anomaly, they would immediately report it to the sect.

"Wu Shixiong, I heard that our sect is going to face a great catastrophe this time; what should we do?" During the patrol, a young disciple whispered to the older disciple.

"Shut up." Wu Shixiong was startled; he hurriedly glanced at the several disciples following far behind and said in a low voice: "Are you crazy? You dare to speak such nonsense?"

"I, I was just asking; I have no confidence in my heart. I heard that many Senior Brothers were turned into puppets when they were patrolling, and I am afraid." The young disciple said in a low voice.

"What are you afraid of? Don't you know how strong our sect is? Besides, the sect leader appeared yesterday; as long as anyone dares to offend our sect, the sect leader will come out of seclusion to deal with him."

"And now it is strictly forbidden in the sect to discuss things unfavorable to the sect; several disciples have already been punished. Do you want to die?" Wu Shixiong scolded.

"I, I won't do it again." The disciple's head shrank, and he dared not talk nonsense anymore.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he raised his sword and shouted: "Who is it?"

They saw that in front of them, a man was walking along the mountain road; the man was looking around as he walked, appearing to be lost.

"A few big brothers, I, I am here for tourism, but I got lost in here; can you tell me how to get out?" The man saw people and could not help but be overjoyed, running forward.

"There is no road ahead, go back; how did you break in?" Wu Shixiong looked at the man with caution.