Having figured out the key point, the murderous intent emanating from him dissipated.
The lean male cultivator took a deep breath and released his hand from the sword hilt.
He stepped aside, and the two people behind him also moved to either side, clearing the way to the sacred tree.
Is everything alright?
Han Xuanji also breathed a sigh of relief, sensing that the hostility emanating from the three had completely dissipated. It seemed that the identity of being a disciple of the Holy Lord was quite useful.
If he were just a Rogue Cultivator, and he didn't agree, he would probably be surrounded and attacked by these three immediately.
Of course, if a real fight breaks out...
Han Xuanji was not afraid, but then again...
Even if we deal with these three, we'll only offend the Ten Thousand Immortals Association and the Saint Venerable's disciple Chi Yuan.
Although we don't know how powerful the Ten Thousand Immortals Association, the fact that this person can openly mention the name of the Ten Thousand Immortals Association and occupy one-third of the territory in this Sacred Domain means that even if it is not the largest force, it is certainly among the strongest.
Engaging with them would only bring trouble.
It would be best if this matter could be resolved peacefully.
Thank you for your understanding, fellow Daoist.
Han Xuanji took a step and walked away, her pace unhurried and relaxed, as if she were walking through her own backyard.
"Fellow Daoist Han,"
The lean male cultivator's voice came from behind, his tone carrying a final, unwilling warning.
"We have always respected the Nine Mysteries Holy Lord, so we are giving you this face today. But please behave yourself and don't cause trouble on our territory, otherwise we won't be so polite next time we meet."
"Oh."
Han Xuanji responded indifferently, without turning her head.
The lean male cultivator stood still, watching the direction in which the figure disappeared, gradually moving further and further away until it vanished into the dense cover of tall trees.
For some reason, he felt as if a damp wad of cotton was stuck in his chest, an indescribable feeling of unease.
It's this indifferent, nonchalant attitude that's most infuriating.
He had seen too many people like this, those peerless geniuses of noble birth and extraordinary talent, who all carried this kind of composure in their bones, as if all obstacles in the world were nothing more than ants under their feet, not worth a second glance.
Chi Yuan was like that, and so is Han Xuanji today.
Even if he seems easy to talk to, if he were a little more assertive, he would definitely start a fight without a doubt.
He knew his own limitations. If he really made a move, not to mention whether the three of them could take down Han Xuanji together, even if they did, they would only offend the powerful figure behind him.
Chi Yuan probably wouldn't side with him, since he hadn't brought him any benefits.
So he could only endure it, step aside, and politely say, "Give the Nine Mysteries Holy Lord face."
Giving face to the Nine Mysteries Holy Lord sounds respectable, but in reality, it's just him trying to save face.
He couldn't remember the last time he spoke with his back straight. Perhaps it was when he first entered the Nine Mysteries Saint Realm. But once his back bent down, it would be difficult to straighten it again.
"This person's demeanor..."
The lean male cultivator stared in the direction where Han Xuanji had disappeared, and suddenly a thought popped into his head for no apparent reason.
"He'll likely become a formidable rival to the leader in the future; I wonder if that will affect our plans."
But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he shook his head and suppressed it.
That's impossible.
Even a newly emerging prodigy, no matter how famous they become, has to start all over again once they enter the Nine Mysteries Saint Realm.
Here, one's strength is suppressed to less than one-tenth of its original value. The competition is not about who has the highest talent or the strongest bloodline, but about who has the most people and the greatest power.
Chi Yuan, the leader of the Ten Thousand Immortals Association, is undoubtedly the most powerful and influential person. Not only is he a disciple of the Sacred Court's Saint Venerable Haoxuan, and has been famous for a long time, but he has also gathered hundreds of powerful cultivators and occupied one-third of the Sacred Domain's territory.
Even so, we must proceed cautiously and proceed slowly.
What waves can Han Xuanji stir up by herself?
Before long, he will know what it means to be unable to move an inch.
"You're just letting him go like that?"
The female cultivator beside him put the talisman back into her sleeve and asked in a low voice.
There wasn't much resentment in his tone; rather, there was curiosity.
After all, they thought he would continue to talk and recruit this disciple of the Holy Lord, and then the sect leader would look at them with more respect.
"Otherwise what?"
The lean male cultivator withdrew his gaze, his tone somewhat helpless:
"This boy is so fearless. How could he not have some strength if he's valued by the Nine Mysteries Holy Lord?"
"Even if the three of us win, we won't gain anything; if we lose, we'll be even more humiliated. Let's wait a while and see if this kid gets a lot of bumps on his head before we talk. We also need to get this information back to the leader as soon as possible."
The male cultivator on the other side nodded and said in a low voice:
"He is the junior disciple of the Nine Mysteries Holy Lord, so it would indeed be troublesome to mess with him. But then again, he's a newcomer who doesn't even have the Ten Directions Sacred Light. Killing him wouldn't bring any benefit, so it's not worth it."
However, he hadn't figured out the situation when he first came in, but he was certainly quite assertive.
"Snort."
The lean male cultivator snorted coldly, "This kid doesn't know what's good for him. I pointed out a broad road for him, but he insisted on taking the narrow one."
"He dares to venture into the Ten Directions Sacred Domain by himself? Who does he think he is? Just wait and see, he'll realize how foolish his decision was sooner or later."
He spoke frankly, but the frustration in his heart never truly dissipated.
What lingers in my mind is Han Xuanji's composed and unhurried steps as he turned and left.
It was a kind of composure that completely disregarded them, something he had only seen in the most powerful figures in the Sacred Domain before. He never expected to experience it in a newcomer now.
Let's go.
The lean male cultivator suppressed his distracting thoughts and turned to walk towards a stronghold near the divine tree.
"We need to report this to the sect leader. A disciple of a Holy Lord has entered the Sacred Domain. Even if we don't try to win him over, we still need to keep an eye on him. If this ruins the sect leader's grand plan, we won't be able to escape responsibility."
Meanwhile, Han Xuanji had already gone far away.
He didn't take the little incident to heart. Being stopped and questioned was perfectly normal in the Saint Realm, and resolving things peacefully was always better than resorting to violence.
His Saint Soul Perception always maintained its maximum range, taking into account all the fluctuations of energy within a radius of several miles around him.
In this world where Divine Sense is greatly suppressed, the ability of the Saint Soul Perception is extremely useful.
It can not only guard against the Variant lurking in the shadows, but also protect against other cultivators who are also spying in the dark.
As he flew hundreds of miles, he became increasingly aware of the undercurrents surging in the area near the divine tree.
The concentration of Spiritual Qi in the air was much higher than in the surrounding area, but correspondingly, the interweaving of these energy energies was much more complex.
Occasionally, a cultivator's Divine Sense would peek out from the depths of the dense forest, lightly sweep over him, and then quickly retreat like a startled fish.
These Divine Sense varied in strength, but almost all of them maintained a just-right distance, neither getting too close to cause misunderstandings nor being too far away to lose perception.
There seemed to be a tacit understanding between them; neither side was willing to break this fragile balance without sufficient incentive.