Yellow Maple Valley Under Siege

The miasma of the Bloody Forbidden Area had yet to fully disperse from the borders of Yue Country when an even fiercer blaze—one called "settling scores later"—had already reached the gates of Yellow Maple Valley.

What a sight it was.

The disciples of Yellow Maple Valley looked as though they faced a formidable enemy, ready to fight for their lives at any moment.

Outside the mountain gate stood six masses of people—Moon Concealment Sect, Spirit Beast Mountain, Skywatch Fortress, Blade Carving Dock, Qingxu Gate, and Giant Sword Gate. Every notable force in the Yue Country Cultivation World had gathered.

The leading elders all wore grim expressions, their gazes like poisoned needles stabbing straight into Yellow Maple Valley.

The atmosphere? It was unbearably tense.

The air was so thick it seemed ready to drip. When the mountain wind swept through, it carried not fallen leaves, but silent accusations and unspent fuses.

Why?

Because of what had happened in the Bloody Forbidden Area.

After the disciples of each sect had crawled out of that cursed place, still shaken by their ordeal, they returned beneath the warm wings of their elders. Once they had finally caught their breath, they began recounting their hardships, reporting their achievements, and—of course—filing complaints.

And those complaints stirred up a hornet's nest.

Among the disciples who had returned alive, whether they were fairies from Moon Concealment Sect, brutes from Skywatch Fortress, or insect handlers from Spirit Beast Mountain, nine out of ten had gritted their teeth and mentioned the same name—Yellow Maple Valley's Fang Yu!

That bastard had been nothing less than a landslide in the forbidden area. Wherever he went, not a blade of grass remained.

They had guarded Star Soul Grass for three days and were just about to claim it when a flash of green