The Great Dao of Cultivation: Heaven Decides One's Rise and Fall, Fate Decides Life and Death

After the words fell, the scene fell silent.

But the fat old man turned his eyes over, a smile instantly broke out on his face, and he trotted forward quickly.

Zhou Qi wisely stepped aside, not daring to block the way, then bowed and clasped his fists, whispering, "Greetings, Peak Master Wen!"

The person coming is none other than Xuanye Peak Master Wen Ruhe.

The fat old man didn't speak, he just nodded with a smile, then looked at Meng Rou, and rubbed her head directly, with a bit of indulgence:

"You girl, why are you being bullied?"

Meng Rou glanced sideways at Elder Ning, curled his lips, and remained silent. The grievance and dissatisfaction in his eyes were clearly revealed, and the reason was self-evident.

The fat old man's smile faded slightly, and he turned to look at Elder Ning. His tone suddenly became lighter, with a bit of coercion:

"Elder Ning What does this mean? Do you think I, Xuanye Peak, have no one?"

Elder Ning was shocked in his heart, trembling, and quickly replied in a trembling voice, "No... I don't dare. I just didn't know that this nephew was Peak Master Wen's!"

"So," the fat old man said with a somewhat evil look, "Elder Ning knowingly violated the sect's rules?"

"This... is a capital crime!" The fat old man narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

Elder Ning was so frightened that his legs weakened and he knelt down heavily on the ground. "Absolutely... that's absolutely not the case! I just exaggerated my words and had no intention of breaking the rules!"

The fat old man had no expression on his face and looked at him coldly and said, "Outer Sect I have no intention of interfering in the internal affairs, but the sect rules set by our ancestors have always been a mirage, and life and death are determined by destiny!"

"If you are afraid of death, why bother embarking on this road? Why not go back and become a rich man!"

The words were directed at Elder Ning, but both inside and outside the words were aimed at Liu Ying.

"Yes, yes!" Elder Ning quickly put on a flattering smile, "Peak Master Wen taught me a lesson that my subordinates should keep in mind!"

Liu Liu Ying also stood up at the right time, bowed his hands to Xuanye Peak Master Wen Ruhe, and said respectfully, "What Peak Master Wen said is absolutely true, it is the junior who acted like a fool."

Wen Ruhe looked at Liu Ying, his expression softened slightly, and a warm smile appeared on his face again, "I just made a few remarks casually."

"Your father and I have a long history of friendship, and I was deeply saddened to hear what happened to your brother. But the path to immortality is inherently full of ups and downs."

"The first lesson our ancestors gave us is to practice the great path, rise and fall according to the sky, and life and death are determined by destiny!"

"If we had not adhered to this way, how could we have survived to this day after thousands of years of trials and tribulations on the immortal path?"

Wen Ruhe was speaking slowly, when his voice suddenly stopped.

He frowned slightly, raised his eyes and looked somewhere in the sky, his expression changed several times, and after a moment he burst into laughter.

"It turns out Liu Peak Master is here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure appeared on the high platform of the square.

Wearing a dark robe, his face is stern, his temples are slightly frosted, and his eyebrows are 60-70% similar to Liu Ying, but his overall aura is completely different.

It felt like a silent volcano about to erupt, full of depression.

Exactly Myriad Dao Peak Master, Liu Yanzheng.

Liu Ying was the first to react, his eyes suddenly lit up with joy, he stepped forward quickly, bowed and clasped his fists. "Father!"

Liu Yanzheng glanced at him, waved his hand, and ignored him.

He looked past his son and landed on Wen Ruhe. He twitched the corners of his mouth slightly and forced a smile.

"Peak Master Wen is here too."

The fat old man smiled and nodded, his round belly trembling slightly with his movements, looking aloof and kind.

Liu Yanzheng withdrew his gaze and scanned the entire audience.

Those new disciples were trembling as they were swept over by that gaze, as if they were being run over by an invisible turntable.

Among the crowd, Zhou Qi suddenly froze.

The icy-cold coercion passed through his body, then suddenly turned back, like red-hot iron pincers, nailing him to death.

Zhou Qi was trembling a little. This was not fear, but a kind of trembling that originated from instinct, as if being stared at by a Savage Wilderness ferocious beast from the dark, with all the limbs and limbs sounding the alarm.

Liu Yanzheng's gaze rested on him for three full breaths.

Then a low and cold voice sounded, carrying the majesty and chill that a superior could not tolerate:

"Are you Zhou Qi?"

Zhou Qi took a deep breath, forced down the tightness and stagnation in his throat, clasped his fists and bowed, and spoke in a steady voice:

"It's down there."

Liu Yanzheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and a killing intent quickly surged in his eyes.

"Did you... kill my son Liu Qian?"

Zhou Qi's pupils shrank.

No excuses, no denials, no shirking of responsibility.

He raised his head, met the gaze that could almost crush him, and said slowly, "It's me."

Two words, like two stones dropped into the dead lake.

The whole audience gasped.

Some people subconsciously stepped back, while others secretly used their peripheral vision to look at Liu Yanzheng's face.

But Liu Yanzheng's face didn't change at all, but the air around him changed at that moment.

An invisible murderous aura seemed to slowly spread from the body, silently, but it made everyone within a hundred feet feel the biting cold.

Zhou Qi was the only target. I just felt an invisible pressure squeezing from all directions, my bones made a slight creaking sound, and it became difficult to breathe.

But he didn't back down.

An earthy yellow light quietly emerged around him, automatically protecting the Lord.

<Mountain Suppression·Earth Element>'s heaven-level Cultivation Method showed its true value at this moment. The layer of khaki light was like a layer of Soft Armor, removing the overwhelming pressure layer by layer. Although most of it still fell on him, at least it would not make him kneel down on the spot.

Liu Yanzheng There was a trace of imperceptible surprise in his eyes.

But he didn't stop.

On the other side, Meng Rou sensed the dangerous situation as early as the moment Liu Yanzheng appeared.

She shook Wen Ruhe's arm gently, but her urging was clear.

The fat old man looked down at the girl beside him, then looked up at the two people confronting each other in the field, and sighed heavily.

There was helplessness, embarrassment, and a hint of indescribable complexity in that sigh.

He knew he shouldn't interfere.

Liu Yanzheng After his son died, it was reasonable to come to the murderer to ask for an explanation.

Even though the sect's rules are upheld, as the master of a peak, it is normal in the cultivation world to show favoritism and protect others' shortcomings.

Liu Ying He can still knock and knock, but this Liu Yanzheng is Peak Master of Myriad Dao Peak.

Is it worth it for that Calamity-Crossing Pill?

But Meng Rou's arms are still shaking.

The fat old man let out a long sigh again, and all the considerations in his mind disappeared.

That's all, that's all.

He spoke, his voice not loud, but it fit right into the solid air in the field.

"Liu Peak Master is planning to take away Outer Sect's new disciple in public and deal with it himself?"