Traversing I

"Who are you, Fellow Daoist? Yuan's memory is not bad, yet I do not recall ever knowing a cultivator like you."

Yuan Qiuque frowned.

"They must be devil cultivators from the Demon Palace of Zhuque! Behold my magical treasure!"

Suddenly, a streak of azure lightning plunged from midair. It was an azure-green talisman sword shaped like a flood dragon, stabbing straight at Lin Xin's crown.

"Insolence!!"

Two cultivators in azure robes abruptly appeared in midair, blocking the attacker overhead as they struck simultaneously.

One held an umbrella, the other a spear. They savagely struck the azure sword.

With a clang, cracks spread directly across the azure sword, and it flew backward.

"You dare disrespect our lord, kill—"

"Stand down."

The young lord interrupted his subordinate, speaking calmly.

"Yes."

The two immediately withdrew their attacks, their expressions changing as they respectfully stepped back. The cultivation rippling from their bodies was that of Yuan Jing cultivators, making the others present shudder inwardly.

Within the Facing Heaven Sect, Yuan Jing cultivators held at least the position of elder. Yet beside this man, they merely served as guards.

An azure figure suddenly descended beside Yuan Qiuque and Elder Xin Luan. She was a young female cultivator with delicate features, though blood trickled from the corner of her lips; she had clearly suffered a severe blow just now.

"Could it be that the Demon Palace Master Zhuque has come personally?"

Her magical artifact had been destroyed. Filled with alarm, she quietly transmitted her voice to Elder Xin Luan.

"The Demon Palace of Zhuque?"

Lin Xin laughed dumbly. He knew of this sect; it seemed to have some connection to the one in the Netherworld. Not long ago, its master had followed a Heavenly Yin Sect genius to participate in the disciple recruitment assembly at the