The three of them were speechless. They had just opened their eyes, but they weren't blind...
However, in their burning anxiety, they didn't have the patience to bicker with Lu Yuan. They asked with panicked urgency,
“Stop talking nonsense! Why is this happening?”
Lu Yuan glanced at the three of them.
That day, before the bells of the Wendao Sword Sect rang out, Ye Xianyu had paid them a visit.
She had given the four of them certain items to comprehend in seclusion.
Furthermore, she had set up isolation restrictions in their respective grotto-houses and strictly instructed them not to leave.
Looking back, she must have already foreseen the current situation.
Her goal was to prevent the four of them from joining the chaos and becoming targets for those old monsters to hunt...
It was only natural that the three girls didn't know, but as for him...
He was naturally aware.
He explained, “Half a month ago, the five patriarchs of the Wendao Sword Sect passed away. The eight swords returned to the peaks, the mountain gate's great formation collapsed, and then... they came.”
“What?!”
“What?!”
“What?!”
The three of them cried out in unison, their eyes widening in shock.
The five patriarchs had fallen?
Which five?
The eight swords had returned to the peaks?
Which eight?
After a brief moment of stunned silence, they quickly regained their senses and reached a sudden realization...
Had their master, Li Taibai, died? Along with the four senior brothers and sisters they had never even met?
“No wonder.”
“So that’s how it is.”
“But... why did the Senior Sister keep it from us?” Tu Kongkong asked herself in a low voice.
Lu Yuan shrugged. He didn't say it out loud, but his silence spoke volumes.
Isn't it obvious? She was afraid you'd just get in the way.
After a short silence, Yao Xiaoxiao's eyes grew firm. She suddenly said, “No, I'm going to help.”
Xia Chu Yi and Tu Kongkong immediately seconded the idea. “We’re going too.”
Yao Xiaoxiao refused them flatly.
“No.”
“Why?” the two little ones asked, unconvinced.
If you can go, why can't we?
Lu Yuan acted as the voice of reason. “Why else? Because you two are weak.”
The two were left speechless, their faces turning sour.
That was the honest truth. Not only were they weak, they were also young...
Neither was eighteen yet, and Tu Kongkong, who had the highest realm, was still a step away from the nascent soul stage.
Yao Xiaoxiao comforted them gently. “Xiao Lu is right. Twelfth Grand-Ancestor, Thirteenth Grand-Ancestor, your realms are too low; you won't be able to help. Just stay here. Otherwise, the Sect Master will have to be distracted protecting you...”
“But...”
The two wanted to insist, but they didn't know how to argue back.
Reality was simply that harsh.
Lu Yuan chuckled and let out a scoff. “Heh... aren't you the same?”
Yao Xiaoxiao looked back at him and said stubbornly, “An ordinary seventh stage expert can't do anything to me. I can even hold my own against the eighth stage.”
Lu Yuan clicked his tongue and said sarcastically, “Right, right, right. You're so impressive. The Taiyin Immortal Body and the Fanzhou Great Dao divine weapon, the Spirit-Sealing Seal...”
“That's just the truth.”
“But those guys out there are at the tribulation transcendence stage and the saint level,” Lu Yuan said, hitting her with a painful reality check. “Do you think you're Xu Xian? Even when Xu Xian was at the sixth stage, he didn't dare to clash with those at the ninth stage. Are you even more amazing than him?”
Yao Xiaoxiao: “...”
Xia Chu Yi and Tu Kongkong felt an inexplicable sense of agreement. They felt that Lu Yuan was right; a war of this level was truly not something they could participate in.
Yao Xiaoxiao said indignantly, “Then you go... You're at the seventh stage and an auspicious beast. You go help.”
Without a second thought, Lu Yuan refused flatly. He tied the ribbon over his eyes, put his hands behind his head, and turned back into his cave. “You guys think too highly of me. I can't handle those old monsters. Forget it; I don't want to die yet...”
Yao Xiaoxiao was fuming. “If you won't go, I will! I'm not afraid.”
Lu Yuan's voice drifted back. “Go ahead, then. They’re just worried they can't find you. If you go, they’ll just slaughter you and eliminate the future trouble once and for all...”
“You...”
Lu Yuan's attitude made Yao Xiaoxiao very uncomfortable. She felt that Lu Yuan had no sense of responsibility at all; he was far inferior to the Little Grand-Uncle.
If it were the Little Grand-Uncle, he definitely wouldn't be afraid.
Lu Yuan returned to his grotto-house, but his words continued to echo in the ears of the three girls.
Although the two little ones had a high seniority, they were young girls and had completely lost their sense of direction. They could only look to Yao Xiaoxiao for help.
“Xiaoxiao, what should we do?”
Yao Xiaoxiao had also lost her resolve. Her eyes flickered with uncertainty.
The Sect Master hadn't let them know for a reason; she understood the concerns and worries in her heart.
The Golden Generation of the Wendao Sword Sect had become famous in recent years. In the world outside the mountain gate, there were many who wanted them dead.
Today,
The whole world had come to attack. Setting aside winning or losing for a moment, if they were to appear, they would surely become the primary targets for the enemies on the battlefield.
When that time came, just as Lu Yuan had said, they wouldn't be able to help. Instead, the Senior Sister and the Pavilion Elders would have to pull away to protect them.
They would be a hindrance.
However, it would be one thing if they didn't know. Now that they did, doing nothing made their hearts feel like they were being put through a grinder; it was agonizing...
She couldn't do it.
Moreover, the people she cared about were all bathing in blood before the mountain gate. By what right could she remain uninvolved?
“I...”
Just as she made up her mind and was about to speak, a figure walked out from the forest beside them.
He said, “Martial Uncle Lu is right. You cannot go.”
“Grand-disciple Zhijian...”
“Uncle.”
Yao Zhijian's gaze was soft as he gave Yao Xiaoxiao a doting look before bowing to the other two little ones.
“Twelfth Grand-Ancestor, Thirteenth Grand-Ancestor.”
The two hastily returned the bow.
Yao Xiaoxiao seemed to have found a lifeline and hurriedly asked, “Uncle, why are you here?”
Then, pointing at Yao Zhijian's dust-stained white robes, she asked with concern, “Are you all right?”
Yao Zhijian shook his head to indicate he was fine before explaining his purpose. “The Sect Master knew that sword intent would definitely startle you. Fearing you might act recklessly, she sent me to watch over you. As expected...”
“We aren't children. We don't need anyone watching us,” Xia Chu Yi said, somewhat unconvinced.
Yao Zhijian said nothing. At a time like this and given the current situation, he had no heart to offer explanations.
An order.
Was meant to be followed.
Yao Xiaoxiao understood her uncle's meaning and the Sect Master's intentions. She asked weakly, “Will everything really be all right?”
Yao Zhijian forced a smile and feigned composure. “What could happen? Look, we haven't lost yet. Not a single person has been able to set foot inside our mountain gate.”
“But so many people have come?”
Ignoring the dry leaves and wild grass on the ground, Yao Zhijian sat down cross-legged to regulate his breath. He said in a lazy voice:
“Rest assured. The Wendao Sword Sect has stood in the Northern Borders for ten thousand years. Do they think they can destroy it just because they say so? We won't lose.”
He admitted that previously, he had been worried and was not optimistic about the battle.
However,
After the lightning sword intent was born in the Sword Mound, he was filled with confidence, just like the other disciples in the sect.
The Wendao Sword Sect would not lose.
Even if,
The process might be tragic, victory would surely belong to them.
Wait.
Stall.
Wait for the Little Grand-Uncle to emerge.
Stall.
Stall until the Little Grand-Uncle sacrifices his sword.
The three finally said nothing more, but they no longer had the heart to cultivate. They chose to watch from afar, staring at that battlefield that was difficult for the naked eye to perceive...
Chaos,
Terror,
Shock.
Inside the grotto-house, Lu Yuan shook his head and smiled, without the slightest hint of worry. He muttered softly to himself, “It looks like Boss Xu is going to show off big time again...”
He knew Xu Xian's secret.
While others were only guessing,
Lu Yuan was certain that Xu Xian had definitely entered the tribulation transcendence stage.
Perhaps,
The passing of the five patriarchs was also related to him.
“With Xu Xian at the ninth stage, what in this world can stop him?”
“Every single one of them is going to have some serious bad luck...”
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