Upon returning to his sect, the Haoran Sect Ancestor breathed a sigh of relief but still couldn't help cursing under his breath.
“Dammit, another wasted effort...”
Lately, he had been doing nothing but these thankless, exhausting tasks.
But it was fine. He could always scheme again in the future...
Boom...
Just then, a terrifying pressure suddenly descended.
The Haoran Sect Ancestor shuddered violently all over. He felt as if his soul were pinned beneath a massive mountain, leaving him completely unable to move.
In an instant, he was drenched in cold sweat.
He understood that he had run into a supreme expert.
Could it be a Mahayana stage powerhouse?
But what did they want with him?
“Se... Senior?”
The Haoran Sect Ancestor raised his head with great difficulty, only to see the void before him warp slightly.
A blurry figure stood there silently. Though clearly right in front of him, they felt as if they were separated by an endless river of stars, making it impossible to see their face clearly.
“Do you want to die, or do you want to behave?”
The indifferent voice carried no emotion, entering directly into his ears.
Without even half a breath's hesitation, the Haoran Sect Ancestor hurriedly replied in a trembling voice, “I want to behave!”
Did he even need to think about it?
He definitely wanted to live! Nothing was more beautiful than being alive.
“If you want to live, then behave yourself. If you fucking cause any more trouble, I'll beat the absolute crap out of you...”
“Yes, yes...”
Ignoring the cold sweat on his forehead, the Haoran Sect Ancestor repeatedly agreed.
At the same time, he was somewhat curious about which senior expert this was. They were surprisingly down-to-earth.
Meanwhile, the ancestor of the Zixuan Sect was also facing a similar choice.
Before her stood a senior expert clad in a red dress whose face could not be seen, her slender hand hefting a massive black alchemy furnace: “Do you want me to smash your head to pieces, or are you going to behave?”
The face of the ancestor of the Zixuan Sect was deathly pale, filled with terror: “Senior, I'll behave... I'll behave...”
As soon as her voice fell, the space before her rippled, and the red-dressed figure vanished.
Only the Dingyuan Sect Ancestor faced a different situation.
At this moment, a long sword gleaming with a ghostly light hovered right above his forehead.
He had a strong feeling that if he dared to make even the slightest move, he would not live to see tomorrow's sun.
As for the person, he didn't see anyone.
The problem was: Big shot, if you want something, just say it! What is the meaning of just scaring me like this? Don't you know I scare easily?
Hanyan was also looking conflicted at this moment. The Grand Elder had told him to make the Dingyuan Sect Ancestor behave.
But how was he supposed to make him behave?
Kill him with a single sword strike? No, that wouldn't do.
The Grand Elder had said these were all whetstones, and keeping them around was still useful...
“Senior... do you require anything?” the Dingyuan Sect Ancestor asked in a trembling voice, drenched in cold sweat.
Hanyan, who was already irritated, became even more annoyed upon hearing this.
How dare you speak!
Swish...
Hanyan controlled the long sword and swung it.
“Pfft... Ah!”
The Dingyuan Sect Ancestor spat out a mouthful of blood and screamed.
He found that his primordial spirit had been directly severely injured.
He desperately wanted to curse, but he didn't dare.
He could only lie on the ground and play dead, while trying to figure out who on earth he had offended.
Hanyan looked at the severely injured Dingyuan Sect Ancestor with satisfaction.
Perfect!
Now that he was injured, he should behave himself for a while...
If he still didn't behave, Hanyan would just cripple him.
With that thought, Hanyan's figure flashed and vanished.
Feeling the terrifying pressure disappear, the Dingyuan Sect Ancestor wanted to curse, but at the same time, he was also quite puzzled.
This senior expert clearly had the ability to kill him, so what was the meaning of just beating him to a pulp?
Could it be that he just had a punchable face?
Otherwise, he really couldn't understand why the other party had severely injured him without saying a single word.
After leaving the Haoran Sect, the Grand Elder took a step forward and appeared in the Northern Province. When he reappeared, he was already at the Blood River Demon Sect.
At this moment, the Blood River Ancestor was feeling quite puzzled.
He could no longer contact the Wuhua Palace Ancestor.
After returning from the Blood Fiend Tower, that dead pervert had gone missing.
Initially, he had suspected that the guy had been beaten to death by the joint forces of Fu Yunshen and the others. He had even been preparing to flee!
But the news he gathered said otherwise.
This was truly strange...
How could he have just gone missing out of nowhere?
Boom...
Just then, the Blood River Ancestor saw a massive palm descending from the heavens.
Before he could even react, he was slammed into the ground.
By the time he came to his senses, he realized he had been beaten to the point of hemiplegia. He was now crippled...
The Blood River Ancestor stared speechlessly at the sky. He just wanted to know what on earth had happened.
Following this, several sects, including the Haoran Sect, announced to the outside world that they were sealing their mountain gates.
This caused widespread panic throughout the entire Eastern Province.
Rumors spread everywhere, wondering if some great catastrophe was about to strike.
...
With a flash of his figure, the Grand Elder appeared at Lu Ming and the others' temporary residence.
As he appeared, the aura on his body shifted.
The cultivation of the late Golden Core stage emanated from him, and his entire being looked as though he were on the verge of running out of lifespan.
“Cough, cough... I am looking for your Great Sect Master,” the Grand Elder said, looking at Xue Wuchang in front of him.
Xue Wuchang sized up the Grand Elder from head to toe. “Who are you?”
“Oh... I am their Grand Elder.”
Xue Wuchang's eyes widened. “Old man, if you don't want to die, you'd better beat it. To think you'd try to scam us here...”
“Do you even know who our Great Sect Master is? The Soul Transformation Harvester... a guy who chases after Soul Transformation cultivators and hacks them to pieces! He's incredibly fierce!”
Because Lu Ming had chased and hacked at a crowd of Soul Transformation cultivators, he was now famous. People had given him the nickname: the Soul Transformation Harvester.
It wasn't that Xue Wuchang refused to believe that the old man in front of him was the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Demon Sect, but rather that he had never heard of the Heavenly Demon Sect having a Grand Elder in the first place.
The Grand Elder looked at Xue Wuchang before him, equally speechless.
He's good-looking, but his brain doesn't work very well.
“Young man, do you think there's a possibility that your Great Sect Master has other identities?”
“Holy crap... Hold on, old man.”
Xue Wuchang scratched his head, pacing back and forth in place.
“Old senior, are you the Grand Elder of the Qingshan Sect?”
“Correct...”
“Hehehe... Grand Elder, I'm Little Xue... I just joined the sect...”
Seeing the sycophantic look on Xue Wuchang's handsome face, the Grand Elder was completely speechless.
How is it that almost none of these disciples are normal? Every single one of them is a bit off in the head...
“Grand Elder, please, after you...”
Coming to his senses, Xue Wuchang quickly ushered the Grand Elder inside. At the same time, he shouted loudly toward the interior, “Great, Second, and Third Sect Masters! The Grand Elder is here!”
As soon as Xue Wuchang's voice fell, three figures swept in like a gust of wind, appearing directly before them.
“Greetings, Grand Elder...”
Then, Xue Wuchang watched as the three otherwise fearless Sect Masters respectfully bowed and greeted the Grand Elder.
“Mhm...”
“Little Lu... where did our sect go?”
“After visiting my old friend, I went back to look, but I couldn't find the sect anymore...”
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