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"Bang!" Shen Qian raised his hand, and the Wooden Box was thrown far away, landing in the center of the stone chamber.
Ye Qiongyao lightly lifted her jade-like hand, and a thin booklet appeared in her grasp. Looking around, she coldly said, "You guessed correctly. This booklet in my hand is the Sorrowful Technique left behind by the Heartbroken Ancestor."
The members of Yue Ren Mountain Villa and several loose cultivators' eyes lit up, yet they dared not step forward.
Ye Qiongyao continued, "Fang Wenshan, didn't you want to seize the Sorrowful Technique? Now this Cultivation Method is in my hands. What do you plan to do? Will you kill me or capture me alive?"
Fang Wenshan was an elder of Yue Ren Mountain Villa, a peer of Ye Qiongyao. He led the recent attack on Pingdao Sect.
At this moment, Fang Wenshan stood opposite her. The experts beside him had suffered heavy losses, leaving only eight alive among them. Of these, five were at the Divine Separation Late Stage and three at the Mid Stage of Spirit Separation, two of whom were from Ming Mountain but had concealed their identities, known only to him.
From the current strength comparison, with Yue Ren Mountain Villa and three Divine Separation Late Stage loose cultivators, eleven against eleven with Pingdao Sect seemed to guarantee victory. However, the top ten experts from Li Hua Palace still had combat power. Even if the Veiled Female Cultivator who killed the Qilin Beast did not intervene, Ye Qiongyao wielding the Four Seasons Sword alone could wipe out Yue Ren Mountain Villa. Moreover, the three loose cultivators might not necessarily side with Yue Ren Mountain Villa.
In such a situation, it would be fortunate just to survive rather than fight over treasures.
Fang Wenshan said, "Ye Daoist friend, Sealing Magic Gorge is not merely a matter for Li Hua Palace or Peace Blade Sect; cultivators from Zheguo can enter here as well. It is reasonable for us to come here for training. There seems to have been some misunderstandings among us; I did not expect this." Fang Wenshan spoke with feigned ignorance.
Ye Qiongyao replied, "There's no need for you to beat around the bush. To put it bluntly, with your Yue Ren Mountain Villa's strength, you are still far from being able to challenge our Li Hua Palace, let alone Pingdao Sect. The mastermind behind this is clear to everyone; we only came to hunt these two Eighth-Rank Monsters. Obtaining this Sorrowful Technique was merely a coincidence. Go back and tell your master that the Cultivation Method is in our possession. In a month’s time, we will provide an explanation."
In truth, Ye Qiongyao's words were not lies but certainly not the whole truth either.
Fang Wenshan took advantage of her words and said, "The demon race is a common enemy; we must not allow the Sorrowful Technique to leak out. Since Li Hua Palace will provide an explanation later, Yue Ren Mountain Villa naturally will not make things difficult for Li Hua Palace. I hope you will consider the lives of ordinary people."
Yue Ren Mountain Villa was the first to withdraw from the stone chamber. The three loose cultivators realized they would have no further opportunities and followed suit in retreating.
They fought their way in from the outside, and all three sides suffered heavy casualties. In this battle, nearly three hundred Divine Separation Practitioners lost their lives, marking it as one of the most devastating conflicts in Zheguo's history, second only to the Demon Clan Incident. Many sects that participated in this battle were severely weakened afterward.
Li Hua Palace and Peace Blade Sect briefly tended to their injuries in the stone chamber before heading out of the Hidden Dragon Abyss. Xu Feng took this opportunity to exchange a few words with Fang Youxin. Given Fang Youxin's Early Stage of Spirit Separation realm, it was a miracle he had survived this long; he was gravely injured and would need at least ten years of recuperation to hope for recovery.
Naturally, all sects that contributed during this operation could receive corresponding subsidies from Pingdao Sect and Li Hua Palace.
The pond surface broke open, and everyone flew out of the water.
Fang Wenshan and others stood not far away. They had come out first but did not rush to leave, seemingly waiting for something.
Ye Qiongyao glanced over but chose to ignore them. More than twenty members from Li Hua Palace and Pingdao Sect soared into the air, flying in a straight line toward Sealing Magic Gorge.
Suddenly, the air trembled, and an invisible pressure surged forth, forcing Xu Feng and others down from the sky. Ye Qiongyao struggled against it but could only hold on for three seconds before being brought down as well. At the same time, a booklet flew from her body—it was the Sorrowful Technique she had just obtained.
The Sorrowful Technique spun in the sky before landing in the hands of a Silverbeard Daoist.
This person appeared suddenly, catching even Ye Qiongyao off guard. With a single move, he suppressed everyone around him with overwhelming strength that was shocking.
The members of Li Hua Palace and Peace Blade Sect all changed color. Ye Qiongyao exclaimed angrily, "Silverbeard, as an elder, how can you come to snatch things from us juniors? It’s truly disgraceful. I never expected Wuwei Academy would stoop to such actions; indeed, you are the top sect!" Her words dripped with sarcasm.
Aside from Ye Qiongyao, everyone else was astonished to discover that this Silverbeard Daoist was from Wuwei Academy, a master of Zheguo's foremost sect.
Wuwei Academy boasts Three Sovereigns, Four Kings, Five Masters, and Six Disciples—all experts above the Great Perfection Stage, each stronger than the last. This Silverbeard was one of the "Six Disciples."
Xu Feng was seeing a strong practitioner at the Great Perfection Stage for the first time. He felt that this person was unfathomable; although not as elusive as the Lord of Fragrance, the power behind his actions already bore some resemblance to the Lord of Fragrance. The Great Perfection Stage indeed embodied the Great Achievement of Xian Dao, and its might was overwhelming. Ye Qiongyao's cultivation at Divine Separation Peak was utterly powerless in front of Silverbeard, who effortlessly seized the Sorrowful Technique from her.
Silverbeard feigned righteousness and said, "Ye Qiongyao, the Sorrowful Technique belongs to the demon race. Our Demon Hunters are seeking ways to break demonic techniques, so I will take this Sorrowful Technique back with me. You have contributed by finding this treasure, and Wuwei Academy will certainly not let you suffer a loss. When you visit our Wuwei Academy in the future, there will be a generous reward."
Xu Feng was at a loss for words; this was outright robbery. Wuwei Academy acted like the king of Zheguo, claiming anything that commoners found as their own. They took treasures with empty promises and acted without prior consultation. It seemed that Li Hua Palace and Peace Blade Sect had worked hard only to make a wedding dress for Wuwei Academy.
Ye Qiongyao was understandably furious and shouted, "Shameless!"
Silverbeard's expression changed, and he said, "You dare to be disrespectful to me? Let me teach you a lesson on behalf of Li Hua Palace!" He struck out with a hand chop aimed at Ye Qiongyao.
No one expected this old man to turn hostile so quickly. After all, he was robbing someone else's belongings; how could they not retaliate? When Silverbeard unleashed this attack, even those from Yue Ren Mountain Villa changed their expressions. They had thought it was merely an act of intimidation to seize something but did not expect him to resort to violence.
Wuwei Academy had such a moderate name, yet Silverbeard was anything but moderate.
While Ye Qiongyao was cursing, she felt a sense of foreboding as Silverbeard moved his hand; she knew something bad was about to happen. However, how could she evade an attack from a practitioner at the Great Perfection Stage?
The air trembled slightly as a three-meter-wide wall of energy slammed into her. Ye Qiongyao barely had time to raise her hands before being sent flying. She coughed up blood twice in mid-air and landed on the ground in a crumpled heap.
However, the most unfortunate one was not Ye Qiongyao but another person.
Shen Qian had been standing behind Ye Qiongyao all along. As representatives of their respective factions, they naturally stood together in times of crisis. Silverbeard's hand chop had an area of effect spanning three meters, completely enveloping Shen Qian. With Ye Qiongyao blocking in front, the remaining force would still hit Shen Qian. With only Late Stage of Nascent Soul strength, if he were struck by this palm...
Bang! Bang! Two figures were sent crashing to the ground one after another.
Shen Qian frantically got up and lunged at another person, tightly holding her to his chest. "Ruchu, Ruchu, how are you? Ah, how are you..."
With every word Shen Qian spoke, large amounts of blood flowed from his mouth, while Xu Ruchu remained silent, her entire being resembling a wilting azalea. There was not a trace of blood at the corners of her mouth, as if she had long since bled dry.
This was an attack aimed at Ye Qiongyao, who was at the Divine Separation Late Stage, but it struck two Nascent Soul Period Cultivators instead.
Silverbeard hovered in mid-air, stunned. He had only intended to teach Ye Qiongyao a lesson and never expected it to affect Shen Qian. Even more surprising was that a woman would risk herself to block a palm strike for Shen Qian. He knew the power behind that strike; today, he feared he had caused trouble.
No one knew when Xu Ruchu had appeared, nor could anyone explain how her Nascent Soul Stage cultivation could unleash such astonishing speed, arriving just in time to block the strike meant for Shen Qian.
Shen Qian desperately shook Xu Ruchu's body, screaming her name with all his might. He didn't know how long he had been shaking or shouting—perhaps it was one moment, perhaps an eternity.
People continued to rush over, moving in and out of Shen Qian's view, trying to take Xu Ruchu from his arms. But Shen Qian seemed oblivious, holding Xu Ruchu tightly and refusing to let anyone pry her away.
Eventually, those who had been moving around came to a halt. No one dared to disturb Shen Qian any longer; no one attempted to wake Xu Ruchu. They stood silently by, accepting an unchangeable reality.
Xu Ruchu was dead.
The woman who had long loved Shen Qian was gone.
This woman, both willful and tender-hearted, ultimately died in the embrace of the man she loved.
This woman who had loved Shen Qian for hundreds of years left hurriedly, without even having the chance to say a word—neither a playful complaint nor an angry rebuke.
Shen Qian's strength was fading, and his hands could no longer hold Xu Ruchu, yet they did not loosen at all, like a solidified model, maintaining their position and keeping Xu Ruchu firmly against his chest.
"Ruchu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Ruchu..."
Drops of faint red liquid flowed from Shen Qian's eyes, unsure if it was blood or tears. The droplets traced down his pale cheeks and fell onto Xu Ruchu's face, blooming like vibrant flowers.
"Ruchu, I know it was my fault. I know I was wrong. Every time I made you angry, you would always hit me with the bamboo from your family's back mountain. Now I've made you angry again; you have to hit me. Please get up and hit me, as long as you want..."
Xu Ruchu and Shen Qian had no misunderstandings; they often played together. However, due to the estrangement of their families, they began to drift apart and grew more distant.
If life were only as it was before, perhaps they were not meant to be a pair of Dao partners created by the Xian Dao.
A cultivator from the Shen Family approached, placing a palm on Shen Qian's back and channeling Spiritual Energy into him. Shen Qian was gravely injured and close to death, but if he were to be pulled away now, he would truly be at death's door. He had survived until now solely supported by his overwhelming guilt towards Xu Ruchu.
"Ruchu, you are so beautiful..."
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