You Call It, Will It Answer?

The sudden appearance of a Saint who immediately declared he would protect Qin Luo left everyone in Taixu Sacred Land stunned.

Liu Changhe's expression, in particular, turned exceptionally ugly. Frostmoon Saint was a Middle Saint Realm expert, her cultivation slightly stronger than his. If he clashed with Frostmoon Saint, even with this being his home ground, he would find it extremely troublesome.

What was more, this was his home ground. If it was destroyed, it would be his foundation that suffered.

"Damn it! How does Qin Luo still have a Saint backing him?" Ye Chen clenched his fists, his eyes full of unwillingness.

He had been just about to kill Qin Luo when a Cheng Yaojin suddenly barged in halfway through. It made him feel awful!

"No, Master, think of something. Qin Luo must die! If he doesn't, I won't be able to sleep!" Ye Chen pleaded inwardly.

Before, he had merely wanted to kill Qin Luo. But now, he had begun to feel a trace of fear toward him.

He was afraid.

Because Qin Luo's methods were simply too bizarre.

The Four Symbols Sword Technique had clearly been stolen by him, and there had been no backup. How had Qin Luo managed to cultivate it successfully—and to a level even higher than his?

Perhaps Qin Luo had stolen the Four Symbols Sword Technique long ago, or perhaps he had obtained it elsewhere. That could still be explained.

But... the Taixu Bell was clearly inside his ring. How did Qin Luo have one in his hands—and a fully intact Taixu Bell at that?

All of this shrouded Qin Luo in a layer of mist. He could no longer see through him.

Inside the ring, a graceful and luxurious woman radiating noble air, beautiful enough to topple kingdoms, parted her crimson lips and said calmly, "Don't worry. Taixu Sacred Land is not so simple. He will not escape so easily."

Those words somewhat soothed Ye Chen's heart.

Qin Luo looked at Frostmoon Saint, utterly baffled. He searched through his memories but could not find any point of contact with this Frostmoon Saint before him.

She had come to save him for no reason?

Was she coveting his beauty?

Looking at that old face carved with deep ravines, Qin Luo shuddered violently.

"System, was this someone you arranged?"

[System is not a transporter of Saints. System is merely an auxiliary system.]

Well then, it was not a transporter of Saints after all.

Liu Changhe leaped into the air and stood opposite Frostmoon Saint. He said in a deep voice, "Frostmoon Saint, today's matter is an internal affair of Taixu Sacred Land. Must you interfere?"

Frostmoon Saint sneered. "Whether it is your internal affair or not is none of my concern."

"But Qin Luo—today, I will protect him no matter what!"

Liu Changhe's expression darkened like water. "Frostmoon Saint, give me a reason!"

Frostmoon Saint said coolly, "Qin Luo is the dearest senior brother of my personal disciple. Is that reason enough?"

The dearest senior brother of her personal disciple?

"You mean Wan Ning?"

A woman's figure surfaced in Qin Luo's mind. She was as pure as moonlight, with eyes deep as stars, a slender and graceful figure, and long hair cascading like a waterfall. Dressed in flowing plain robes, she resembled an immortal maiden fallen into the mortal world, radiating a cool and mysterious aura.

The previous owner had always treated her as a younger sister and cherished her dearly.

Qin Luo had just been wondering why Shen Wan Ning had not appeared. So she had gone to fetch reinforcements.

When had she become Frostmoon Saint's disciple?

"That's right. Your junior sister Shen Wan Ning is now this Saint's personal final disciple. It was she who begged me to save your life."

"Today, this Saint will save your life. From this day onward, you and Shen Wan Ning will have nothing to do with one another!"

Frostmoon Saint's decisive voice rang beside Qin Luo's ears, making his expression exceedingly complicated.

Throughout the previous owner's life, two women had occupied important places in his heart. One was Shen Wan Ning, and the other was Liu Ruyan.

Toward Shen Wan Ning, he had only sibling-like affection. Toward Liu Ruyan, he had groveled desperately.

In Qin Luo's eyes, trash like Liu Ruyan was not worth even one of Shen Wan Ning's toes. In terms of looks, he felt Shen Wan Ning was still a cut above her.

Her figure was definitely better than Liu Ruyan's as well.

Why choose Liu Ruyan over Shen Wan Ning? His brain had to have been flooded!

"Liu Changhe, can you give me some face?" Frostmoon Saint Lin Huashuang asked Liu Changhe in a deep voice.

"And if I say no?"

"Then we fight," Lin Huashuang said calmly.

"This Saint promised Shen Wan Ning, so I must take Qin Luo away! If you don't believe it, try stopping me!"

Her arrogant, domineering bearing made Liu Changhe feel thoroughly stifled.

Before so many watching eyes, if he simply agreed to Lin Huashuang so easily, where would Liu Changhe's dignity be?

"Since Frostmoon Saint insists on taking someone from my Taixu Sacred Land, then let this Saint see exactly what gives you such confidence!"

Boom!

Liu Changhe shot into the air, soaring above the clouds. He shouted down at Lin Huashuang, "Take three of my moves, and I may consider it!"

Lin Huashuang sneered inwardly, instantly seeing through Liu Changhe's thoughts. How much is face worth? Still, since you want it, why not give it to you?

She too stepped through the air, rising into the sky.

The battle between Saints drew the attention of nearly everyone in Taixu Sacred Land.

Qin Luo wanted to take this opportunity to run, but Ye Chen kept watching him the entire time.

"Elder Tu, Qin Luo is trying to run!"

Tu Shouyi's gaze immediately locked onto Qin Luo. He sneered. "Qin Luo, if you dare take another step, this old man will suppress and kill you on the spot!"

Qin Luo retorted without yielding an inch, "Old fool, do you dare? Once Frostmoon Saint comes down, she'll send you to the afterlife with one slap! One for one—this young master won't be losing out!"

"You!" Tu Shouyi nearly choked to death. To be honest, he did not dare!

Frostmoon Saint's reputation here was immense. If she set her sights on him, Tu Shouyi would have only one road: death.

The battle in the sky began quickly and ended just as quickly.

After Liu Changhe descended with an ugly expression, he said in a deep voice, "Fine. Today, you may take Qin Luo away!"

This was an indirect admission that he had lost. Earlier, he had merely wanted a way to save face with that nonsense about making her take three moves.

His strength was weaker than hers to begin with!

"However, the Taixu Bell must stay!" Liu Changhe's gaze fell upon Qin Luo as he spoke in a deep voice.

Lin Huashuang had just been about to speak when Qin Luo beat her to it.

"You say it stays, and it stays?"

"That is the Saint Artifact of my Taixu Sacred Land!" Tu Shouyi jumped out and said.

"You say it is, and it is?" Qin Luo activated the Taixu Bell, letting it descend above his head. He said coolly, "Call it. Will it answer?"

For the first time, Lin Huashuang took Qin Luo seriously. This Qin Luo before her was even more arrogant than she was!

But she had the capital to be arrogant. What did Qin Luo have? A mouth that refused to admit defeat?

"Heh heh..." A cold laugh rang out.

Liu Changhe's eyes instantly lit up.

"Today, no one is leaving!"

An old man slowly walked out from the depths of Taixu Sacred Land. Upon seeing him, many people immediately spoke respectfully. "Greetings, Ancestor!"

Liu Changhe was no exception. He bowed in salute as well.

Lin Huashuang's expression immediately darkened. She glanced at Qin Luo, and her voice sounded beside his ear. "Kid, pray for your own fortune today. This Saint has already done her best."

After the old man appeared, his gaze fell upon Qin Luo. He said calmly, "As the Holy Son of my Taixu Sacred Land, you actually stole the Saint Artifact of Taixu Sacred Land and betrayed Taixu Sacred Land. Who gave you the courage?!"

Boom! An incomparably powerful aura pressed down on Qin Luo, several times stronger than Liu Changhe's aura from before.

Qin Luo had just been about to say, "The identity of a prince of the Great Qin Dynasty gave me the courage..."

Before he could even open his mouth, a dignified voice rang out from outside.

"Marquis of the Four Regions Fang Xing of the Great Qin Dynasty has come to pay a visit!"