"Yu Wujie, what do you have to say?" Zhu Yun asked.
"Reporting to Ancestor, reporting to Sect Master, since there is no way to deal with the Black Tortoise Ancestor, why can't we avoid the battle?" Yu Wujie asked.
At those words, some of the higher-ups in the hall gave bitter smiles.
They knew there was no way to avoid this battle. The two ancestors had accumulated deep grievances, and decades ago, they had already signed the duel contract for this very day.
The contract was sworn upon their lives, with the Heavenly Dao as witness.
If either one avoided battle, he would suffer the Heavenly Dao's punishment.
And if Old Ancestor Qingshan retreated, then the Qingshan Sect would be defeated without even fighting!
"Forget it. Relying on you is useless." At that moment, Old Ancestor Qingshan barked out a rebuke. Though his expression was grave, he felt far more at ease than the others.
Because he had already thought of a solution.
If he could borrow that kitchen knife from Senior Yi at the Martial Arts Hall below the mountain, then this battle might not be without hope!
"All of you, withdraw!" Old Ancestor Qingshan waved his hand.
"Ancestor."
"Ancestor, what are you...?"
Before he had even offered a plan, Old Ancestor Qingshan was sending them away. Could it be that he knew he had no strength to fight and had simply given up on himself?
If that was the case, then the Qingshan Sect...
Everyone's faces were filled with deep solemnity and despair.
"I already have a plan." Seeing this, Old Ancestor Qingshan knew he needed to give them a calming pill, so he said, "I'm going to borrow a blade. As long as I can borrow it, Black Tortoise... hmph, he is nothing..."
"A blade?"
"What blade?"
Everyone was filled with doubt.
Though Black Tortoise and Qingshan were in the same realm, there was still a gap of ten years' worth of cultivation between them. A fine weapon could greatly increase one's strength, but ten years of cultivation—especially at the Martial King realm—was not something an ordinary blade could make up for.
"Once I borrow the blade successfully, I'll bring it back for you to see." Old Ancestor Qingshan said with slight impatience. If not for the need to stabilize the sect and prevent chaos at a time like this, he would never flaunt a blade of that caliber so openly.
Though everyone still carried doubts and unease, they obediently withdrew, while also looking forward to the blade Old Ancestor Qingshan had mentioned.
"Zhu Yun, wait. Come with me."
However, Old Ancestor Qingshan stopped Sect Master Zhu Yun. Zhu Yun's status was different, after all, and he felt it was necessary for the sect master to know of the senior below the mountain.
If that fool failed to recognize greatness and accidentally provoked him, the consequences would be unbearable.
The two quickly arrived on the streets of Pingjiang City. While they were still some distance from the Martial Arts Hall, Old Ancestor Qingshan began concealing his aura and continued on foot.
"Martial Uncle, what is this?" In private, Zhu Yun was also Old Ancestor Qingshan's martial nephew. Looking at him in confusion, he asked, "Why don't we fly there directly?"
"Hmph, what do you know?" Old Ancestor Qingshan scolded. "Conceal your aura at once as well. Later, follow my lead."
Though Zhu Yun did not understand, he concealed his aura and then asked, "Martial Uncle, does this tiny Pingjiang City have a blade you need?"
"A frog at the bottom of a well."
Old Ancestor Qingshan rebuked him, with no interest in explaining further. At that moment, his whole heart was set on seeing Yi Feng.
As soon as they reached the Martial Arts Hall, they saw Yi Feng reclining in a lounge chair by the entrance.
"This is the place." Old Ancestor Qingshan straightened his back and said excitedly.
"Martial Uncle, isn't this just some shabby Martial Arts Hall?" Zhu Yun casually swept his gaze over it, then looked away and asked in confusion, "You are the dignified ancestor of the Qingshan Sect. Why must you act like this?"
"Shut up."
"And later, whether in how you address him or in any other respect, you must not mention cultivation."
Old Ancestor Qingshan shouted furiously.
Zhu Yun did not dare say another word.
"Haha, Master Yi." Old Ancestor Qingshan changed his expression and called out.
Yi Feng, lying at the entrance, removed the palm-leaf fan covering his face. He glanced over, sat up, and smiled. "So it's you."
"Ah, yes, it's me."
Old Ancestor Qingshan nodded like a chick pecking at grain, his face full of respect.
Beside him, Zhu Yun's eyes widened.
He wasn't seeing things, was he?
The ancestor who normally wielded the Word of Law in the Qingshan Sect was acting like a little chick before an ordinary mortal?
Why?
This mortal could clearly be slapped to death with a single palm!
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