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Chapter 401: Nie Jun's Return
Chapter 401: Nie Jun's Return
A fierce wind seemed to sweep through, dispersing the crimson sky.
The sun hung high, and the sky was clear.
With the mighty spear strike, not a single tree in the forest was harmed, and everything remained as it was, except for the lingering scent of demon blood slowly spreading.
The mountain breeze blew.
Miao Qinghui shivered and stared blankly at the horizon, where the power she had always dreamed of was located.
As the black-robed youth departed, it was as if a grand dream had vanished without a trace.
"How does that Dao Palace compare to Senior Brother Nie?" she asked hesitantly.
"I don't know."
Tong Xincuan adjusted his breathing; this was already beyond his ability to judge.
"So it was really Father." Yu Chaoyan wiped his cold sweat, no wonder Senior Brother and Sister trusted him so much; it seemed he was the only one worrying unnecessarily.
He shook off the sweat and said with a hint of guilt, "Should we go find the other two Demon Emperors?"
It was unlikely that the others would have hidden killing moves like this White Horse.
"No, let's go back."
Tong Xincuan turned around, his words concise.
Their goal was to conceal Senior Brother Nie's cultivation, but Shen Yi's current strength was equally terrifying, and he was still so ostentatious.
The Thousand Demons Cave wanted to withdraw to deal with Senior Brother, but they would have to get past Shen Yi first.
He led the two, riding the clouds towards Wutong Mountain.
After several days and nights, it was just as night was falling.
Tong Xincuan took out the golden arrow and placed it at the foot of Wutong Mountain, then headed towards the dark path.
Just then, his eyelids twitched slightly.
At the corner ahead, a green-robed figure lay stiffly on the ground, and if not for the faint snoring, he would have thought the person was already dead.
"Celestial Chains?"
Tong Xincuan glanced at the tightly bound golden ropes on the figure, and a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes.
Miao Qinghui quietly grabbed his sleeve and glared at him.
If there was anyone on Wutong Mountain with the most rebellious nature, it was none other than this Young Brother Tong.
Due to his experiences in his youth, he was naturally suspicious and lacked a sense of security, and his master never showed any warmth to his disciples.
In comparison, although Young Brother Tong didn't say it, and even occasionally wanted to sneak attack from behind, the one he relied on the most was Nie Jun, who had risked his life to retrieve the Divine Forging Heavenly Silk for him.
"Let's go see Master first."
Miao Qinghui pulled Tong Xincuan and glanced at the stunned Yu Chaoyan, then led them both forward.
"Master, we're back."
She called out softly outside the Water Curtain Cave.
Tong Xincuan's face darkened slightly as he raised his palms, and the Demon Command Golden Arrow in his palms transformed into a stream of light and flew into the cave.
Looking at the quiet cave.
He didn't leave as he usually did, but instead asked, "What's wrong with Senior Brother? Why does he need to be bound by Celestial Chains?"
This direct questioning made Yu Chaoyan break out in a cold sweat again.
He had thought the master would never pay attention to Young Brother Tong, but a moment later, a faint voice came from within the cave.
"You refuse to admit your mistake, talk back to your master, and take advantage of your favor, you should be replaced."
Upon hearing this, Miao Qinghui's face changed, and Tong Xincuan clenched his teeth in anger, "I don't know who Master wants to replace?"
"Grand Heavenly, Shen Yi."
The four simple words echoed in the dark path.
Hearing this, Tong Xincuan scoffed with resentment, "Then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed, I just happened to see Shen Yi, and he doesn't seem to be coming to Wutong Mountain."
After saying this, he still wasn't satisfied, "Even if he did come, with Shen Yi's character, he wouldn't lie down like Senior Brother Nie and let you mock him. If he were here, he'd be more likely to draw his sword and cut you down."
"Are you asking for death?"
Miao Qinghui suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, her eyes filled with fear.
However, the cave remained silent for a long time.
Finally, the woman let out a crisp laugh and said calmly, "Is that so?"
As she spoke, the golden ropes suddenly fell from Nie Jun's body and quickly flew back into the cave.
"Stay quiet and don't interfere. You wouldn't understand them."
The woman's voice was filled with arrogance, and she suppressed her laughter, "You will see that the proud cultivator you speak of will come and bow before me of his own accord."
Why would she need to use ropes to bind her disciples?
The paths of these potential Void Returners were all in her grasp.
"..."
Feeling the restraints on his body loosening, the snoring gradually stopped, and the dejected figure on the ground reached for his waist, only to pat the empty space.
He smacked his lips and clumsily climbed to his feet.
Too lazy to even turn his head, he staggered towards the secluded path, swaying with each step.
"Hmph!"
Seeing this, Tong Xincuan chuckled and turned to leave the cave.
The remaining two stood there, at a loss for what to do.
Over the years, although their master wasn't as close as a parent, the atmosphere on the mountain had been tolerable. But suddenly, the situation had deteriorated to the point of irreconcilable differences.
After a long while, Miao Qinghui sighed heavily.
It seemed that both the senior fellow disciple and the master had crossed each other's bottom lines, and neither was willing to back down, not even a step.
At the peak of Wutong Mountain.
Nie Jun returned to his wooden hut and rummaged under his bed, finding a few wine jars. He poured the contents back and forth, finally managing to gather a mouthful of leftover wine.
He drank it with satisfaction.
Originally planning to turn and leave, he furrowed his brows slightly, remembering that all his savings had been taken. Reluctantly, he picked up the mystic sword.
"Where are you going?"
Tong Xincuan blocked the doorway.
"It's boring staying here, so I'm leaving."
Nie Jun used the sword to push her aside and strode out of the wooden hut.
He was about to head downhill.
"Then let me tell you something interesting!"
Tong Xincuan extended her palms, and the Divine Forging Heavenly Silk enveloped the area, as she exerted all her strength to set up a soundproof array, saying casually, "Anyone who eavesdrops is a dog."
As her words fell, a strand of divine sense swiftly and decisively withdrew, returning to the Water Curtain Cave without a care.
"What are you up to?" Nie Jun suppressed his temper and furrowed his brows.
"I'm asking you, why didn't you defeat that lion?" Tong Xincuan asked seriously.
"It ran too fast. My sword technique deviated from the Dao Palace, greatly reducing its power, and it was devoured by the lion," Nie Jun replied casually, seemingly unbothered.
He was different from Ling Xi.
From the start of his cultivation, Nie Jun had been beaten up by others for disregarding the boundaries of cultivation realms.
Condensing the Jade Liquid to refine pills, holding pills to battle the Chaotic Primordial.
He survived purely by luck.
Losing a duel was a normal occurrence for him.
"What kind of technique did it use to travel so fast?" Tong Xincuan asked further.
Upon hearing this, Nie Jun pondered for a moment, "It transformed into a purple and white rainbow..."
"Stop." Tong Xincuan glanced warily at the foot of the mountain and leaned close to Nie Jun's ear, "That lion is Shen Yi's transformation. He's currently in the Thousand Demons Cave, acting as their Demon Emperor. How could he possibly come to Wutong Mountain to snatch your personal disciple?"
"Let me tell you, his current strength is no less than yours. The last time he didn't fight with you, it was simply because he couldn't be bothered with you."
"Do you still find it boring now?"
Tong Xincuan's words seemed to carry a hint of bewitchment.
He understood this senior fellow disciple better than the others.
"..."
The dejection in Nie Jun's eyes gradually faded, and a hint of vitality finally appeared in his pitch-black pupils.
He strode forward, casually waving the hand holding the mystic sword, shattering the Divine Forging Heavenly Silk that filled the sky.
Amidst the scattered, shimmering fragments,
Nie Jun threw the sword and then stepped onto it, swiftly flying away.
"Idiot."
Tong Xincuan's divine soul felt stifled, and she hurriedly retracted the Divine Forging Heavenly Silk.
Looking at the direction where her senior fellow disciple had disappeared,
The worry in her eyes lessened slightly, and then she looked towards the other wooden huts with confusion.
If her guess was correct, the junior fellow disciples should have gone to find Shen Yi.
But Shen Yi had gone to slaughter the White Horse, so why hadn't they returned yet?
(End of Chapter)
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