That's a Male Monkey

Although the group was furious, they knew now was not the time to argue over such things.

From the reply of the Guiyi Sword Sect Leader, they realized that the Guiyi Sword Sect was still completely unaware of everything that had happened here. Furthermore, their Saint was still alive.

Since the bodyguard was alive, didn't that mean the monkey was also alive?

After all, the monkey was the employer!

At the thought that the monkey might still be alive, everyone’s breathing quickened. Didn't that mean they still had a chance to obtain an immortal-grade technique?

“What happened here?”

Just as the crowd was buzzing with excitement, the voice of the Sword Lunatic rang out from the void.

A moment later, the Sword Lunatic appeared before them.

Before anyone could speak, the Sword Lunatic’s eyes bulged as he looked at the Tiansheng Sect's Ancestor and the other two, exclaiming, “Holy crap... what are you three old fossils doing here? Where is my Saint?”

The faces of the three Ancestors darkened. The Tianqi Ancestor finally couldn't help but roar, “Who are you calling an old fossil?”

“I’m talking about you!” the Sword Lunatic replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Aren’t you the oldest ones here? The most ancient? And you aren't dead yet, are you?”

The Tianqi Emperor’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he glared at the Sword Lunatic and barked, “You’re looking for death!!”

The Sword Lunatic curled his lip. “Come on... come on... let’s do a one-for-one trade!”

Everyone’s gaze shifted simultaneously to the Sword Lunatic, their expressions filled with an indescribable helplessness. They truly had no way to deal with this madman.

“Sword Lunatic, where is your Saint?” the Yunhua Ancestor quickly asked, changing the subject to defuse the Tianqi Ancestor's embarrassment.

They couldn't actually let a fight break out right now. Normally, he would love to see the two of them go at it; in fact, he’d probably fan the flames and pour oil on the fire!

Hearing the Yunhua Ancestor's words, the Tianqi Ancestor snorted coldly and looked away. He also knew that the task at hand was more important.

“You’re asking me? I was going to ask you! My Saint was protecting the Saint of Huaguoshan while attending the Soul Transformation gathering hosted by the Tianqi Crown Prince. Why hasn't he returned yet?”

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the ruins of Songfeng Villa, which had been blasted into a wasteland of rubble. Severed limbs and mangled remains were scattered everywhere, flesh and blood plastered onto broken wood and shattered stones in a grisly display.

Suddenly, the Sword Lunatic’s pupils shrank, and he cried out, “Holy crap... Ancestor Ji, I see your Crown Prince’s leg!”

Following the Sword Lunatic’s gaze, the Tianqi Ancestor looked closely and saw a leg sticking out from under a pile of rocks. The gilded silk pants were charred and shredded, the flesh torn open and covered in dust and dark red blood.

Aside from everything else, the fabric of those pants was unmistakably from the Tianqi Dynasty.

The Tianqi Ancestor’s face instantly turned ashen, his aura beginning to fluctuate violently as a murderous rage surged in his eyes. He stared fixedly at the severed limb, his teeth grinding together audibly. “Don't let me find the killer!”

At this point, the Sword Lunatic also realized the gravity of the situation. A massive battle had occurred here, and even the Tianqi Crown Prince was dead!

But what about his Saint? He hadn't received a sound transmission talisman from the sect inquiring about his death, so he should be fine?

He had only gone out for a drink, so how did such a major event happen in the meantime? It looked like quite a few people had died.

His eyes flashed as his figure flickered, instantly appearing beside Mo Changye. Before Mo Changye could react, a longsword condensed from sharp sword qi was already pressed against his forehead.

Mo Changye felt a chill run through his entire body. He felt that with just a single thought from the Sword Lunatic, he would be shredded into dust by the sword qi. The Sword Lunatic’s movement was so fast that even the three Ancestors nearby hadn't reacted in time.

“Sword Lunatic, what are you trying to do?” the Tianqi Ancestor asked furiously, his gaze solemn.

At the same time, he thought to himself: This madman’s cultivation has improved again. If this continues, he might not even need a one-for-one trade to kill me.

The Tiansheng Sect's Ancestor and the Yunhua Ancestor also looked grim, clearly thinking the same thing.

The Sword Lunatic didn't even look at the Tianqi Ancestor. He simply stared intensely at Mo Changye. “Speak. What were you plotting when you invited me to drink with hostesses?”

A drop of cold sweat slid down Mo Changye’s temple. “Fellow Daoist Jian... I... we really just wanted to treat you to some drinks! There was no plot...”

“Right, right... we really didn't have a plan. We just saw all the Soul Transformation cultivators gathering and felt bored, so we invited you to drink with hostesses to pass the time!” Gu Qing added urgently from the side.

“Tsk!”

The Sword Lunatic remained unmoved. With a slight flick of his hand, the sword qi against Mo Changye’s forehead pierced the skin. A trickle of warm blood flowed down Mo Changye’s forehead, past his nose, and dripped onto the ground.

Mo Changye’s face went pale. He had considered self-detonating to avenge the Crown Prince, but if he were to be skewered to death by the Sword Lunatic now, his death would be utterly worthless!

No, he couldn't die such a pathetic death.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit him, and he shouted at the Sword Lunatic, “Everything I said is true! Have you ever seen anyone plot a scheme that results in their own Crown Prince being killed?”

The Sword Lunatic frowned, a look of suspicion appearing on his face. That seemed to make sense. He hadn't detected his Saint’s aura here, nor had he received news of his death, so he should be safe. Could this guy be telling the truth?

The Sword Lunatic looked at Mo Changye again. Or did these guys try to scheme against his Saint but get counter-killed instead? No, that wasn't right. His Saint wasn't that capable. His Saint might be able to kill one, two, three, four, or maybe five Saints and Saintesses, but there were nearly a hundred dead Soul Transformation cultivators here. This definitely wasn't his Saint's doing. As powerful as his Saint was, he wasn't that monstrous.

Thinking of this, the Sword Lunatic raised his hand, and the blade of sword qi against Mo Changye’s forehead dissipated into the void.

The Sword Lunatic smacked his lips and said with a look of mock concern, “Old Mo, you're not exactly a kid anymore. Why were you leaning so close to my blade for no reason?”

“Look at that, you're bleeding! Sigh...”

Mo Changye, who had just caught his breath, nearly choked and died of rage upon hearing those words!

The Tiansheng Sect's Ancestor also looked grim. They had never seen someone so brazenly shameless. The three of them had just exchanged messages via divine sense and concluded that the Sword Lunatic clearly knew nothing about the immortal-grade technique. They unanimously decided not to tell him.

With a flicker in his eyes, the Tiansheng Sect's Ancestor asked, “Sword Lunatic, you’ve had contact with the Saint of Huaguoshan. What kind of monkey is he?”

The Tianqi Ancestor and the Yunhua Ancestor also looked toward the Sword Lunatic.

The Sword Lunatic chuckled and stroked his beard. “That's a male monkey!”

The Tiansheng Sect's Ancestor choked. Was that even a proper answer?

The faces of the Tianqi Ancestor and the Yunhua Ancestor were dark with exasperation. This man was truly insufferable!