Black-Scaled Battle Armor

Su Fuyun caused such a huge mess that it nearly cost everyone their lives. Even Luo Jin felt a lingering fear upon hearing it.

Fortunately, the people of the Black Tortoise Realm were reasonable. After Sang Ying made the decision to abandon him in the forest, they let the matter go and did not harbor any ill will towards the Mara Gate.

Luo Jin breathed a sigh of relief upon learning this. He knew very well that, if this matter were taken seriously, it would be a case of the Mara Gate plotting to harm all the sects of the Black Tortoise Realm! If they were to really pursue this matter, it would be a question whether the few of them could even return to the Immortal Spirit Realm alive.

The more Luo Jin thought about it, the more frightened he became. He even felt a bit grateful to Sang Ying. If she hadn't directly punished Su Fuyun, effectively ending the matter, what face would the Mara Gate have left when the main group returned and the sect leaders questioned them in public?

Having figured all this out, Luo Jin lost all the arrogance she had shown when she came looking for someone, and slunk away amidst the laughter of the crowd.

After he returned, some people asked about Su Fuyun's whereabouts.

Luo Jin could only coldly instruct them, "Holy Maiden Su sneaked into the Hidden Moon Forest on her own; it has nothing to do with Fu Shuangjiang and the others. They don't even know where she is now. Forget it, let's just pretend we never met. If the gatekeeper asks when we get back, I'll explain myself."

The disciples, who had been worried that the sect leader would be angry, were instantly relieved upon hearing this.

They hadn't paid much attention to Su Fuyun to begin with, and since even her senior brother, who cared about her the most, said it was nothing, they were happy to mind their own business.

As for the inside story, Luo Jin didn't tell them, but kept it as a secret.

The Mara Gate members on this side had mixed feelings, while the Black Tortoise Realm cultivators on the other side were overjoyed.

Now that the crisis is over, all the missing fellow disciples have returned safely. They are just waiting to clean up this ravaged land so they can go back and happily hold a banquet!

After all, everyone was a cultivator, and repairing the place was as simple as moving a finger for them. Now, with the addition of many high-level cultivators, the dilapidated and pitiful Black Tortoise Realm was quickly restored to its former glory.

The corpses of the Demon Beast scattered all over the ground had already turned to ashes and disappeared when the golden light emerged from the Hidden Moon Forest. As for the remaining corpses of cultivators and mortals, they were collected by the crowd and properly buried.

The sect leader of Sword Frost Cliff even offered to erect a monument at their burial site to comfort the souls of these tragically deceased heroes.

Elders from other sects offered their support, and Sect Master Wu of the Limitless Sect, was the first to want to take the blame and be the good guy.

Everyone thought that, given Sect Master Ji's kind and non-confrontational nature, he would give way to Sect Master Wu. However, they did not expect that he would be so resolute this time, keeping the matter of the Longevity Stele firmly in his own hands.

The disciples of Sword Frost Cliff suffered the most losses in this calamity. If it were any other matter, perhaps Sect Master Ji would have given it to Sect Master Wu, allowing him to use it as an opportunity to play the good guy.

But this is the Longevity Stele that his Sword Frost Cliff disciples earned with their lives and blood, Sect Master Ji will never allow anyone to touch it!

Sang Ying were not interested in the internal strife among the sects of the Black Tortoise Realm. They came here only to provide assistance. Now that everything was alright in the Black Tortoise Realm, they naturally had no intention of staying any longer.

However, since the sect leaders had been saved by Sang Ying and owed her a debt of gratitude, they insisted that everyone stay a little longer, at least until they had attended the banquet.

After a moment's thought, Ji Fucang, as the team leader, agreed, which is why Sang Ying and the others stayed until now.

Fortunately, the people of the Black Tortoise Realm were also quick-tempered, and the banquet was prepared very quickly.

Also, considering that Sect Master Wu has the highest cultivation level, this banquet was held at the Limitless Sect.

However, they had to admit that the Limitless Sect was indeed much larger and more luxurious than other sects. The gleaming, polished spirit jade spread on the ground alone made Ten Thousand Daos Born, a cultivator who had once been very poor, extremely envious.

This time, He Xiu led the way for them. Because Ten Thousand Daos Born's contribution was too great, they were ranked first, followed by the Azure Feather Sect and Jimo Household... The disciples of Mara Gate were ranked last.

He Xiu arranged the seating at the banquet in the same way. Apart from being somewhat close to Mara Gate at the beginning, his attitude towards Luo Jin and the others could only be described as indifferent.

After Su Fuyun's incident came to light, He Xiu developed a dislike for this ally who only knew how to cause trouble.

Realizing this, Luo Jin gritted her teeth and cursed Su Fuyun over and over again, hoping that the other party would never appear.

Because it was a thank-you banquet, the Limitless Sect attached great importance to it. Not only were the utensils provided to the cultivators of the Immortal Spirit Realm rare treasures, but even the dishes on the banquet were precious items full of Spiritual Qi energy.

Jiang Zhuoxue's gaze swept over the dishes on the table, but he didn't fancy any of the spirit chickens, spirit pigeons, or spirit fish.

He looked up at Sect Master Wu, who was sitting in the main seat above him. The food that would fill his stomach tonight was still in Wu's hands.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Zhuoxue put down her chopsticks and prepared to get up.

Seeing this, Sang Ying asked, "What's wrong? Don't you like these?"

She paused for a moment, then said, "How about I cook you some porridge?"

After all, she had been through so much with Jiang Zhuoxue, and Sang Ying felt she should treat her better.

But she didn't know that those one sentence instantly soothed Jiang Zhuoxue's wounds and dispelled the resentment in his heart.

Jiang Zhuoxue laughed, attracting many female cultivators at the banquet to turn their heads and steal glances. "I'm fine, I just remembered that I left some things with someone else and need to retrieve them."

Sang Ying wasn't stupid; she understood immediately upon hearing this. She pursed her lips and asked, "Do you need my help?"

It's unexpected that even the Wuji Limitless Sect had targeted Jiang Zhuoxue. But it's understandable; after all, she's a dragon—a true dragon fallen from the Upper Realm. How could she not attract covetousness?

"Go ahead, I'll cover for you," Sang Ying said, taking out a formation plate and handing it to him.

This is a small Teleportation Array she used before. The other array plate is with her, so even if something unexpected happens, it will be easier for Jiang Zhuoxue to escape.

Jiang Zhuoxue naturally accepted the array plate. How could he refuse something given to him by Sang Ying? He not only obediently took it and put it in his pocket, but also deliberately showed it off in Fu Shuangjiang's direction.

Through the white veil, he saw Fu Shuangjiang's hand tightly gripping the cup.

Jiang Zhuoxue, in an exceptionally pleasant mood, quietly left the banquet. He wasn't anything special; aside from his somewhat eye-catching face, he wasn't as noteworthy as Luo Jin among the Black Tortoise Realm's people.

Therefore, his departure did not attract the attention of anyone except Fu Shuangjiang. While Sect Master Wu was still sitting on the high platform toasting everyone, he was unaware that someone had already sneaked into his residence.

The previously unknown secret room suddenly opened, revealing a treasure trove that was almost blindingly bright.

But Jiang Zhuoxue ignored all of this and simply stepped over it.

Finally, he stopped in front of a suit of armor.

The armor was entirely black, with each scale seemingly shimmering, making one feel as if touching it would cut their fingertips.

Jiang Zhuoxue remained silent for a moment before reaching out to touch it. Instantly, a somewhat immature dragon's roar resounded throughout the secret chamber, seemingly carrying a sorrowful lament.