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Outside Purple Sun Valley, the arrival of Monsoon and others gradually brought life to the area.
The bounty on Lian Yiyue had become the most talked-about topic in the Purple Sun Mountain Range these past few days. Now, news that this beauty, worth two bounties, had finally been captured attracted a lot of attention. Even within Purple Sun Valley, many martial artists who had not taken action during this time rushed over to witness the excitement.
Ji Lei scanned the crowd behind him, many faces showing awe. A fierce expression crossed his rugged face as he said, "A bunch of reckless fools dare to snatch someone from my Season Family!"
His words were not concealed and clearly reached everyone's ears. As he spoke, a dripping sound was heard, accompanied by a faint smell of blood. The Frenzied Blade in Ji Lei's hand was slowly dripping blood, and this scene reminded everyone of previous events.
After capturing Lian Yiyue, Monsoon and his group did not have a smooth journey from the small forest to Purple Sun Valley; they faced three or four waves of people trying to seize Lian Yiyue. While trying to protect her, bloodshed was naturally unavoidable.
However, the frenzy of killing demonstrated the strength of Monsoon's group. Each member was a Heavenly Pride figure capable of standing alone, and their combined power was unmatched. Among those three or four waves of attackers, even the largest group did not match even one-fifth of those who had previously besieged Fang Chen and Lian Yiyue.
With fewer than twenty people remaining and none being Heavenly Pride figures, Monsoon's group quickly overwhelmed nearly half of them. The remaining attackers soon collapsed under pressure. After this bout of slaughter, although each member experienced some exhaustion, they successfully arrived outside Purple Sun Valley.
"I didn't expect Monsoon to take action this time."
"Monsoon, as the Daozi of this generation's Season Family, has unfathomable strength. To think he would act for these two bounties. Does he lack confidence in passing through that only passage and need to rely on Song Donglai?"
"Perhaps..."
Around them, discussions erupted.
"Brother Feng." Hearing the murmurs around them, Ji Yun and Season Snow's expressions grew increasingly grim. They lowered their heads, looking at Monsoon with guilt, like children who had made a mistake.
They understood very well that Monsoon's involvement for these two bounties was entirely due to their actions. Among the four Heavenly Pride figures of Season Family, Daozi Monsoon was undoubtedly the strongest, followed closely by Ji Lei. Although Ji Lei's strength was not as great as Monsoon's, it was nearly on par with Lian Yiyue at her peak—an existence at the level of Heavenly Genius.
As for Season Snow and Ji Yun, while they were also referred to as Heavenly Pride figures, they knew they were still a step away from that level. Their strength was roughly comparable to Mo Tong and Li Junyao, who had been slain by Fang Chen and Lian Yiyue. Thus, among the four, they were comparatively more at risk when passing through the only passage.
After all, although Monsoon was powerful, there was still a significant gap compared to Song Donglai, the top figure among the younger generation in the Great Zhao Kingdom. Therefore, he did not dare to say whether he could protect Ji Yun and Season Snow when the crisis came; he was not willing to take that risk.
"It’s nothing," he shook his head, and Monsoon's faint smile remained unchanged, seemingly unconcerned. However, upon closer observation, one could notice a hint of gloom rising deep within his eyes.
Suddenly, Monsoon's smile grew more pronounced as he raised his head to look into Purple Sun Valley. Yet at that moment, the intensity of his smile slowly froze.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three urgent sounds of wind suddenly came from afar, accompanied by a powerful Qi Energy fluctuation. Monsoon's gaze fixed on three figures that shot in from the distance. These three were none other than Azure Vine, Qin Bai, and Chu Zonghe.
"Brother Ji has great skills; I admire you," the voice came even before they arrived. By the time the last word "admire" fell, the figures of Azure Vine and the others had already appeared before Monsoon and his group.
"Brother Azure Vine is overly flattering," Monsoon forced a smile and then waved his sleeve, abruptly pushing Lian Yiyue forward. He fixed his gaze tightly on Azure Vine and said, "I have brought Lian Yiyue to Brother Azure Vine; I wonder why I do not see Brother Song's figure?"
In truth, Monsoon had little interest in Azure Vine or the two beside him, Qin Bai and Chu Zonghe. Their strength was merely comparable to Ji Lei's; in fact, the weakest among them, Azure Vine, was slightly weaker than Ji Lei but comparable to Ji Yun and Season Snow.
From beginning to end, Monsoon was most concerned about only one person: Song Donglai. Moreover, regarding these two slots, without Song Donglai's personal consent, it was difficult for him to feel truly at ease. The fact that Song Donglai had not shown up made Monsoon uneasy, and naturally, his expression would not be pleasant.
Noticing the change in Monsoon's demeanor, Azure Vine—who had originally planned to stall for time—felt a sudden jolt in his heart. He knew very well that Monsoon was significantly stronger than himself, and Ji Lei and his companions were no ordinary figures either. Furthermore, with so many eyes upon them, if anything went wrong and they incurred public wrath, even if Song Donglai emerged later, it would be hard for him to protect himself.
With this thought in mind, Azure Vine gritted his teeth and made a decision.
Forcing out an awkward smile, Azure Vine said, "Brother Donglai is currently in seclusion and cannot come to meet you for now. However, since this matter was promised by me as Azure Vine and now you have brought Lian Yiyue here, I will naturally keep my word. Once Brother Donglai finishes his seclusion, I will definitely ask him for these two slots."
"Heh heh, so this means that Song Donglai knows nothing about this matter?" Upon hearing this, Monsoon's face darkened completely from what had been a forced smile.
Azure Vine's words made it clear to him that the other party was obviously trying to buy time; this matter had been a scam from the very beginning.
Monsoon understood very well that when it came to the quota, the only one who could truly make decisions was Song Donglai. The announcement of the two quotas for hunting Lian Yiyue had actually been made by Azure Vine on his own accord after Song Donglai went into seclusion, and at that time, no one knew about Song Donglai's retreat. Since there was no news opposing it, everyone, including Monsoon himself, naturally assumed that Song Donglai had tacitly approved it. The truth, however, felt like a heavy slap in Monsoon's face.
He was from the Season Family, a Heavenly Pride, the most outstanding person of this generation in the Season Family—Monsoon! He was incredibly esteemed; even some of the highly skilled elders of the Season Family would not dare to act arrogantly in front of him. Yet now, a mere Azure Vine dared to deceive him like this.
Did he think he was a fool? Did he think he could toy with him?
The more Azure Vine thought about it, the angrier he became, and the gloom on his face deepened.
"After Song Donglai comes out of seclusion, you can come to me for those two quotas?" In a fit of rage, unable to suppress his anger any longer, Monsoon revealed a cold smile. He then fixed his gaze on Azure Vine and shouted furiously, "What do you think you are? Do you deserve to ask Song Donglai for those two quotas?!"
"Do you deserve it?!" "Do you deserve it?!" "..."
Monsoon's furious voice resonated with a hint of Qi Energy, echoing above Purple Sun Valley.
The surroundings fell silent in an instant.
Swish swish swish... Countless gazes suddenly shot toward Azure Vine at that moment. The expressions on people's faces varied—some were shocked, some were gloating, and others wore malicious smiles... There was a mix of reactions. But without a doubt, Azure Vine had become the focal point of everyone's attention.
Azure Vine, son of the Heavenly Realm powerhouse Azure Flame, was also quite formidable himself and could be considered a prominent figure among the younger generation of Great Zhao Kingdom. After entering Purple Sun Mountain Range, he had followed Song Donglai around and wielded considerable power. Yet now, he was being publicly scolded like this. Although it was Monsoon who was scolding him—a person whose status and strength far surpassed Azure Vine's.
But could Azure Vine endure this?
Those who knew Azure Vine's character saw their eyes flicker with anticipation; they instinctively felt that a good show was about to unfold. Even Lian Yiyue, whose mobility had been sealed by Monsoon and whose pale face had been expressionless, revealed a mocking smile. She was quite pleased to witness such a dog-eat-dog scenario.
“Monsoon!” Azure Vine growled lowly, a flash of crimson appearing in his eyes. If he didn't know he couldn't possibly be Monsoon's opponent, he would have already made his move.
He had been prepared to pay a hefty price for two spots for Monsoon once Song Donglai emerged from his retreat, but unexpectedly, the other party turned hostile without mercy at this moment and publicly reprimanded him. Who did he think he was? Could Season Family's Daozi act with such impunity?
His fists clenched tightly, the rage on Azure Vine's face grew more intense. Just when many thought he was about to explode, Azure Vine suddenly took a deep breath, and the fury on his face dissipated in an instant.
“As for the two spots, since I, Azure Vine, have spoken, I will naturally keep my word. Once Brother Donglai comes out, I can ask for them. However…” Cautious rationality forced Azure Vine to suppress his anger as he spoke slowly, “Now, you should hand her over to me.”
As he spoke, Azure Vine fixed his gaze firmly on Lian Yiyue, who stood beside Monsoon.
With a faint glance at Azure Vine, Monsoon, whose anger had slightly subsided, no longer sneered coldly; however, the disdain on his face remained evident.
“Once Song Donglai finishes his retreat, I will naturally bring her to you,” Monsoon replied calmly. As he spoke, he flicked his sleeve and turned away with Lian Yiyue, not sparing a glance at the resentful Azure Vine nearby as he prepared to leave.
If earlier Monsoon's reprimand felt like a slap across Azure Vine's face, then this indifference laced with unspoken mockery and contempt was like a second slap landing on the other side of Azure Vine's face.
Slap after slap…
Being humiliated like this was indeed a challenge for Azure Vine.
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