Yun Chu (Final)

The uproar at Immortals' Drunken Arrival suddenly exploded from downstairs. Yun Chu had just tucked her silver floral hairpin back into her temple when a tremendous crash of overturned tables and chairs rose from below—

It sounded as though heavy pearwood tables had been forcibly flipped over, followed by the sharp crack of shattering porcelain, mixed with the oppressive hum unique to cultivators' spiritual power clashing, wave after wave surging toward the second floor.

She hurried to the window, lifted half the gauze curtain, and looked down. A group of cultivators in varied attire were smashing the counter. Every one of them had murder in their eyes, clearly brimming with pent-up fury. They smashed anything they saw, even slicing the revolving lanterns hanging from the beams to pieces with Sword Qi.

Someone tried to flee, only to be thrown back moments later. Yun Chu watched the organization members who usually strutted about arrogantly and snapped at her over the slightest thing. Most of them were now curled up in corners, heads bowed low;

The few who refused to submit tried to fight back, but the cultivators easily seized their weapons, twisted their wrists behind their backs, sealed their qi channels, and soon they raised both hands in surrender, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

Amid the chaos, Yun Chu's gaze suddenly collided with a black-clad figure outside the building—her heart sank sharply. She knew she could not escape.

The man stood atop the roof across from her, dressed in a black brocade robe. The black jade on his sword tassel swayed gently in the breeze. At first glance, before one could even take in his handsome face, one would feel the pressure radiating from him.

Yun Chu knew with a single look that even if every cultivator in Immortals'