"Heavenly Mystery Pavilion?"
"Are you people from the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion flies or something? How come I run into you everywhere I go?"
The red-clad woman frowned slightly, tightening her grip on the spear.
"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by that?"
Chen Changqing raised two fingers and waved them lazily.
"Exactly what it sounds like."
"Half a shichen ago, I chopped off the head of a fellow named Feng Tian, who called himself the Thirty-Seventh Tower Master."
"There was also Feng Yu, ranked tenth. He brought dozens of people to cause me trouble. By now, his meridians are probably shattered, and he is lying in some pit at the foot of the mountain waiting to die."
"Do the Young Tower Masters ranked near the top in your Heavenly Mystery Pavilion all like banding together to deliver themselves to their deaths?"
"What?!"
The red-clad woman's expression changed drastically, and the spiritual power around her surged uncontrollably.
Among the direct descendants of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion who had entered the Heavenly Void Land this time in pursuit of opportunities, there were only her and the Feng Yu-Feng Tian brothers.
Though Feng Yu was merely a Half-Step True Lord, with the Heavenly Mystery secret arts and the deathsworn grand formation, he could still contend with an ordinary True Lord for a while.
Not to mention the many life-preserving trump cards Feng Tian carried.
Those two had actually fallen at the hands of this Tribulation Transcendence cultivator before her?
Wait.
The bounty.
Late Tribulation Transcendence.
One man fighting dozens of cultivators alone.
A flash of insight struck the red-clad woman's mind, and in an instant, all the pieces fell into place. She blurted out, "You are Mount Shu's First Holy Son, Chen Changqing?!"
"It seems my reputation is a little greater than I