Vows and Parting, a Hidden Murderous Plot
Martial Sect, atop the sacred mountain.
Qin Rushuang stood on the edge of the cliff, gazing in the direction of Storm Mountain, her delicate brows furrowed, her face full of worry.
[Alliance Ceremony...]
This is clearly a trap!
[Given Storm Mountain's Yazi's Retribution nature, how could he possibly let us off so easily?]
Just then, a series of light footsteps approached.
She turned around and saw Dongfang Yueming holding Hong Ling's small hand, walking slowly towards her.
"Little Shuangshuang ~ are you still worried?"
Hong Ling had a spirit herb dangling from her mouth, looking completely nonchalant, showing none of the dignity befitting a sect leader.
"Master," Qin Rushuang sighed, "Storm Mountain came prepared this time. We..."
"What's there to be afraid of?" Hong Ling curled her lip dismissively. "With my little brother here, even if the sky falls, he'll hold it up!"
She patted Dongfang Yueming's arm, looking completely at ease.
Looking at her confident demeanor, Qin Rushuang felt even more helpless.
[Where does Master get her confidence from?]
[Even if he's incredibly talented, facing those ancient monsters who have cultivated for hundreds or thousands of years, really... can he handle it?]
Seemingly sensing her worry, Dongfang Yueming smiled slightly, stepped forward, and gently took her hand.
"With me here, no one can hurt you."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of... dominance and confidence!
[Storm Mountain...]
He sneered inwardly.
[It would be best if you knew what was good for you.]
Otherwise... I wouldn't mind losing another holy land on this Immortal-Abandoned Continent!
Qin Rushuang felt a warmth in her palm, and an unprecedented sense of security instantly washed over her. Looking at the man before her, her cool, handsome face flushed uncontrollably.
"I..." she lowered her head, her voice barely a whisper, "I will... protect you too."
Even if it means death...
She silently added a sentence in her mind.
"Ouch~"
Watching the two of them so affectionately together, Hong Ling felt a pang of jealousy.
She puffed out her cheeks, muttering with a hint of jealousy, "Alright, alright! If you want to be affectionate, wait until we get back! Now, let's hurry up and leave! Don't keep them waiting!"
Dongfang Yueming chuckled, released Qin Rushuang's hand, and then gently patted Hong Ling's head.
"Well, we're leaving then."
"Take care, Sect Master." Qin Rushuang glanced once more at the sacred mountain that held countless memories for her, and at that... seemingly unreliable, yet unfathomable master.
Immediately, the two transformed into streaks of light and sped off towards Storm Mountain.
Watching the two figures disappear into the horizon.
The playful expression on Hong Ling's face gradually faded.
Her large, dark eyes became incredibly deep, as if they could pierce through eternity.
"Little brother..."
She murmured to herself.
Meanwhile, the Pleasure Sect...
Inside a palace that was extremely luxurious, yet exuded a chilling aura.
The elder from the Upper Realm, who had Soul Formation Perfection, known as "Meiji," was lazily reclining on a soft couch, listening to the report from her disciples below.
"Reporting to the Elder! It has been confirmed!"
"That... that ' Dongfang Ri ' is actually Dongfang Yueming, the newly recruited disciple of the Martial Sect!"
"Martial Sect?" Meiji raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes.
She thought it over carefully, and it seemed that... there was no such person as "Martial Sect" among the major forces in the Azure Realm.
[It seems to be just a small, local sect from the Lower Realm.]
Her wariness vanished almost instantly.
Previously, because the protagonist's whereabouts were elusive, first appearing in the Demon Sect and then in the Water and Fire Sect, coupled with the mysterious disappearance of the entire Demon Sect, she once thought that the other party had some unfathomable background, which is why she had remained inactive.
[Now it seems...]
[It's just a grasshopper, barely able to jump...]
Just then, the former leader of the Pleasure Sect walked in respectfully.
"Elder," she said cautiously, "Storm Mountain sent an invitation yesterday, inviting our sect to attend the ceremony... I wonder, what do you mean?"
"Storm Mountain?" Meiji casually toyed with the jade ruyi in her hand. "Will that Martial Sect go there too?"
"Reporting to the Elder," the Sect Master hurriedly replied, "Storm Mountain has extended an invitation to the entire world this time, Martial Sect, as one of the eight holy lands, is naturally... also among those invited."
"That makes things easier."
Meiji sat up, a sinister smile, as cold as a venomous snake, appearing on her face.
"You may go."
"But..."
She abruptly changed the subject, her voice becoming incredibly chilling.
"After the ceremony, remember to bring that person back to me!"
"What?!" The sect leader exclaimed in surprise. "You mean... Dongfang Yueming?"
"That's right." Meiji licked her red lips, her eyes gleaming with greed and lust. "Just tell them... it's that girl Wurao who wants to see him. Tell him... he absolutely must come!"
"This..." The sect leader looked troubled.
It's bad enough that he failed to take good care of Su Wurao, but he also used Su Wurao's name to deceive her exceptionally talented Daoist partner...
If they get caught, the consequences...
What? You don't want to?
A cold glint One Flash in Meiji's eyes, and a terrifying pressure from a Soul Formation Perfection descended with a deafening roar!
"No... I wouldn't dare!" The sect leader trembled with fear and immediately knelt down. "Disciple... Disciple obeys!"
"Hmph! You're smart to know what's good for you!"
Watching the sect leader's disheveled departure, Meiji lay back down on the soft couch, a smug smile playing on her lips.
[Although, it's just a 'furnace' in the Lower Realm.]
[But, it can help people build Earth-Grade Dao Foundation... I imagine the taste must be quite good, right?]
[hope...]
Don't let me down...