Would That Not Dishonor Me?

"Old fool, what are you talking about?"

Xiao Yan's expression turned icy as he sneered. "What, only your Misty Cloud Sect is honorable, while the Xiao Family's dignity means nothing?

Have you not heard: are kings and generals born to their stations?"

So what if it was the Misty Cloud Sect? The Xiao Family had once been one of the Eight Ancient Races and had even produced a Dou Di!

"Sharp-tongued brat! You must remain in the Misty Cloud Sect today!"

Yun Leng let out a cold snort.

Hai Bodong could not help shaking his head. "Yun Leng's conduct only makes him seem petty."

Everyone agreed.

Yao Ye rose to her feet, tall and graceful, a heroic glint flashing across her face. "Great Elder Yun Leng, why must you go this far?

In my view, Yan Xiao... no, Mister Xiao Yan won entirely through his own strength. He did not even use Heavenly Flames, so how could he have relied on outside help?"

Yao Ye was clearly taking Xiao Yan's side.

With Xiao Yan's talent, he was likely second only to Su Yun's beloved disciple in the Jia Ma Empire. He was also an alchemist, making him absolutely worth the Imperial Family's efforts to win over at any cost!

Yun Leng said coldly, "First Princess, the Imperial Family can barely handle its own troubles. It would be best if you did not meddle in the Misty Cloud Sect's affairs."

A chill surfaced on Yao Ye's pretty face.

Fa Ma said, "Not to mention Heavenly Flames—even beast flames greatly enhance an alchemist's combat abilities. As for outside help... this old man did not see any."

Fa Ma had spoken fairly.

Of all those seated on the high platform, aside from Yao Ye, who was not a formidable expert? None of them had noticed anything, yet Yun Leng alone had discovered it?

A cold gleam flickered in Yun Leng's eyes. "The match is over. Please descend the mountain first, everyone. Whether Xiao Yan cheated or not will be investigated, and I will naturally give you all an explanation afterward."

"Old fool, do you think the Misty Cloud Sect can cover the skies with one hand in the Jia Ma Empire?"

Xiao Yan roared.

Yun Leng glanced at the white-clad figure on the high platform and said blandly, "I never said that."

Xiao Yan was so enraged that he laughed. Unwilling to waste any more words on Yun Leng, he turned toward Su Yun, dropped to one knee, and cupped his fists.

"Senior Su, please stand up for me!"

Yun Leng was startled, secretly cursing Xiao Yan for being shameless enough to ask Su Yun for help in such a manner.

Fa Ma and the others looked over, all turning their eyes toward Su Yun. Would this man truly intervene?

Based on their previous intelligence, Su Yun was not some moody old monster, but neither was he a particularly warm-hearted man.

"Mm."

Su Yun rose with a sweep of his sleeve, standing in the air with his hands behind his back. As he took a step forward, ripples spread through the void like waves.

"Today, the Misty Cloud Sect has put on quite a show for This Sect Master. If you let him descend the mountain now, This Sect Master can pretend nothing happened."

A smile was forced onto Yun Leng's aged face. "Lord Su, the Misty Cloud Sect has always kept out of each other's way with you.

Why make things difficult for the Misty Cloud Sect over a deceitful man?"

A deceitful man...

Su Yun's expression did not change, though a trace of oddness passed through his heart.

"This Sect Master only awakened in this world recently, and I formed a bond with Xiao Yan in Qingshan Town."

With those words, Su Yun said nothing more. Yet everyone present understood his meaning.

Xiao Yan was This Sect Master's friend. The Misty Cloud Sect should not touch him!

Yun Leng's expression turned ugly. He had never expected Xiao Yan to have such a connection with Su Yun.

Had he known in advance, he would never have openly made trouble for Xiao Yan. But now that things had come to this, it was too late for regrets.

Once the arrow was nocked, there was no turning back!

Yun Leng said in a deep voice, "Lord Su, Xiao Yan must remain in the Misty Cloud Sect!"

Everyone was stunned. Where did Yun Leng get the confidence to challenge Lord Su's authority?

Lord Su was a Dou Zong expert!

"Mm?"

Su Yun slightly lifted his eyelids. In an instant, heaven and earth seemed to freeze, and invisible pressure flooded the entire area like a tide. Even a Dou Wang expert like Mu Chen felt his chest tighten and his breathing become strained.

Veins bulged on the back of Yun Leng's hand as he endured the immense pressure and reached out to seize Xiao Yan!

Su Yun said blandly, "Hai Bodong."

"Yes!"

Hai Bodong's figure flickered as he closed in on Yun Leng in an instant. Frosty energy condensed in his palm as he struck at Yun Leng's head.

"Stop!"

Yun Yun's shout rang out sharply. Her robes fluttered as wind-attributed Dou Qi arrived after yet surpassed the attack, forcibly receiving Hai Bodong's palm strike at the critical moment!

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yun Leng once again extended his withered hand toward Xiao Yan.

Yun Yun's breathing faltered. She had saved Yun Leng, not so that he could continue attacking Xiao Yan!

Boom—!

A figure shot forward, throwing a punch at Yun Leng.

This time, Su Yun did not need to say anything. Mittel Tengshan stepped in to stop Yun Leng.

Fa Ma was puzzled. "Dou Wang against Dou Wang, Dou Huang against Dou Huang—but what can the Misty Cloud Sect use to contend against Lord Su? Could it be..."

Thinking of a certain possibility, Fa Ma's face showed alarm and disbelief.

"No way?"

Yun Leng shouted in fury, "Is the Mite'er Family truly so loyal to him? Once he falls, your fate will not be much better!"

Mittel Tengshan sneered. "Merchants pursue profit, that is true. But once the wager is placed, there are no regrets in making one's move. Whether we win or lose, fate shall decide!"

"Damn it!"

Yun Leng shot backward, glaring at Su Yun in the sky. "You should know that you are not the only Dou Zong in the Jia Ma Empire!

The Misty Cloud Sect is not the Imperial Family. We will not let you do as you please!"

Hai Bodong, who was facing off against Yun Yun, was startled. "Could that old bastard Yun Shan have succeeded in his breakthrough?"

Yao Ye clenched her slender fingers, her nails digging deeply into her palms. The emergence of a Dou Zong in the Misty Cloud Sect was no good news for the Imperial Family.

The crowd erupted in alarm. The Misty Cloud Sect had hidden itself so deeply! Their gazes turned to Su Yun. What reaction would this man have upon hearing such news?

Su Yun smiled faintly, his desire for battle gradually rising. "The sect left behind by Venerable Yun Potian does possess some foundation. You should have a way to summon him, correct?

Call him here."

No one spoke. Lord Su truly feared no challenge.

"As you wish!"

Yun Leng's face twisted viciously as he took out a white flute from his Storage Ring, placed it to his lips, and blew fiercely.

In an instant, the shrill flute sound passed through the mountain and echoed throughout Misty Cloud Mountain.

A vast Dou Zong aura rose from the depths of Misty Cloud Mountain.

Ripples appeared in the void again, and a white figure emerged atop the clouds. Seemingly noticing the situation at the training ground, he swiftly descended. Each step carried him a hundred meters, and he arrived in an instant.

Hai Bodong's voice was hoarse. "Yun Shan, it really is him!"

Yun Shan frowned and looked toward Yun Leng. "I believe I said that unless the sect faced a crisis, you were not to disturb my cultivation."

Yun Leng's expression was respectful. "Old Sect Master, a Dou Zong expert has come to oppose the sect. That is why I awakened you."

Yun Shan immediately turned his gaze toward Su Yun. The moment he emerged, he had noticed this expert of the same realm.

Yun Leng hurriedly added fuel to the fire. "He is Su Yun, a Dou Zong who awakened from a thousand years of slumber.

Today, the Young Sect Master fought this man's friend. I merely wished to keep his friend in the sect as a guest and investigate whether the match had been fair.

Yet Su Yun refused in every way and intends to attack the sect!"

Yun Shan narrowed his eyes and said to Su Yun, "Friend, I know Yun Leng's character well. I only believe half of what he says.

As for who was right and who was wrong today, I would like to hear your account."

Unless absolutely necessary, Yun Shan did not wish to fight an expert of the same realm to the death.

Moreover, although they were both Dou Zongs, Su Yun's aura truly made his heart pound with unease.

Hearing Yun Shan's words, Yun Leng could not help lowering his head.

"Why bother talking? On the Dou Qi Continent, the strong are revered. A battle will settle it."

Yun Shan frowned. "Very well.

My surname is Yun, and your name is Yun. A battle between us would be the Battle of Two Yuns. It would surely become a fine tale in the Jia Ma Empire in the future."

Su Yun smiled faintly. "Would being mentioned alongside you not dishonor me?"