Chapter 148

Just sensing a wisp of aura—without even truly touching it—the backlash almost destroyed the ancient treasure he valued as his life, and moreover left this deputy sect master of the Fate Divine Sect gravely wounded.

Behind Ye Wuque, there stood… Red Dust Valley?!

That legendary realm, transcendent and world‑aloof, so forbidden that even the Supreme Great Sect of the Nine Heavens Ten Lands dares not speak its name, unwilling to lightly involve itself in causality—?!

Dong— dong— dong!

The Great Hall doors were knocked, and from outside came the concerned, tense voice of a subordinate:

"Deputy sect master… are you alright?"

Obviously, he had heard the commotion inside.

The deputy sect master snapped back to awareness, forcibly suppressing the surging qi and blood and the trembling of his soul, drew several deep breaths, striving to make his voice sound steady, yet still carrying a hint of hoarseness he could not hide:

"Issue the order… halt all investigation and… extermination actions against Ye Wuque! Immediately sever all related causality! No mistakes allowed!"

Outside the Great Hall doors, the middle‑aged man who was the deputy sect master's confidant heard the words, his face instantly filling with extreme shock and disbelief!

Halted?

Against Ye Wuque, who slaughtered the sect's core disciple and slapped the sect's face, halt the investigation and pursuit?

Is this still the deputy sect master who is always decisive in slaughter, protects his own to the extreme, and repays every grudge?

What exactly happened inside the hall?

How could it cause the deputy sect master to make such a decision contrary to his usual style?

Although his heart was in turmoil with countless doubts, the middle‑aged man dared not hesitate the slightest, immediately bowing to receive the order:

"Yes! Your subordinate obeys!"

He then hurried away, carrying out this unbelievable order.

In the empty Great Hall, the deputy sect master slowly slumped to the ground, gazing at the shattered tea table and the causal‑tracing compass now bearing Liewen, his face still bearing the pallor of lingering shock.

"Red Dust Valley… it's actually them… no wonder, no wonder that trash didn't even have the qualifications to resist… this matter is already beyond my interference… I must immediately report to the sect master…"

He muttered softly, his voice filled with bitterness and lingering fear.

To involve oneself in causality with an existence like Red Dust Valley, a slight misstep invites cataclysmic disaster!

……

Red Dust Valley, deep within.

Still the same tranquil, harmonious appearance, as if the turmoil of Zhutian Wanjie had nothing to do with this place.

Cang Bo held an ordinary wooden ladle, slowly watering the courtyard's plants that seemed commonplace but in fact each stalk contained astonishing Dao Rule.

Suddenly, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing a faint, knowing smile.

"Heh, deliberately letting a wisp of causality leak out, that old brat must have noticed by now… knowing that we're behind it, as long as he's not utterly stupid, he should know how to behave…"

His tone was light, as if he had merely done an insignificant trifle.

Obviously, the Fate Divine Sect's deputy sect master being able, at the critical moment, to endure backlash and glimpse that wisp of causality concerning Red Dust Valley was no accident; it was Cang Bo deliberately loosening a veil of concealment so that he could sense it!

The purpose, naturally, was to intimidate!

To make the opposing side know difficulty and retreat, so that some clueless cats and dogs wouldn't constantly disturb Ye Wuque's growth.

This is a silent warning, and also a transcendent confidence.

Just then, inside the thatched hut, the gentle, tranquil voice of the Lord of Red Dust slowly drifted out, clearly reaching Cang Bo's ears:

"These days, the water grows ever murkier; all sorts of foul fish and shrimp can't help but leap out to stir up wind and rain…"

"Little Cang, pay more attention to the movements outside the valley."

"If there really are those old fellows who don't know their place, disregarding rules and scheming to bully the weak with their strength… then go in my stead, take a trip outside."

The words remained plain, yet the meaning they held was enough to make countless Titans of the Nine Heavens Ten Lands tremble!

The Lord of Red Dust had obviously been monitoring Ye Wuque's movements all along, and had long seen clearly the possible reactions of certain forces.

Hearing this, Cang Bo stopped watering, gave a slight bow, and said: "Yes, Master, this old servant understands."

He straightened up, his usual murky, lazy Dark Eye narrowing slightly as he gazed toward the endless Void beyond the valley; a chilling gleam that made the heart race flashed within, and the corner of his mouth curled into a cold arc.

"Heh, I've been lazy in this valley for too long, my bones are getting rusty… it's time to go out and stretch my limbs, so that those outside who have gradually forgotten the weight of the three words 'Red Dust Valley' will recall them again."

His tone carried a hint of anticipation and a hint of killing intent.

The tranquil Red Dust Valley, transcendent and world‑aloof, yet not free from conflict.

When someone tries to trample the saplings they care about with unjust rules, this guardian deity, silent for countless ages, does not mind revealing its edge once more, letting Zhutian Wanjie recall the awe inspired by being governed by 'Red Dust'.

At the center of this vortex, Ye Wuque remains in secluded cultivation within the War God blessed land of the War God Heavenly Hall, still unaware of the undercurrents and storms arising outside because of him.

His aura, in seclusion, is steadily and astonishingly sinking, condensing, and rising at a constant pace.

On his lap lay the Great Dragon Halberd; though fissures remained, its inner radiance glowed and the Dragon Pattern flowed, like a primeval true dragon lying dormant, awaiting the next world‑shaking upheaval.