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Chapter 401: Nie's Return
Chapter 401: Nie's Return
A gale seemed to sweep through, dispersing the scarlet sky.
The sun hung high, and the sky was clear.
Despite the formidable might of the previous strike, not a single trace of damage could be seen on the surrounding mountains and forests. Everything remained as it was, except for the lingering scent of demon blood slowly permeating the air.
A mountain breeze blew by.
Miao Qinghui suddenly shivered, her eyes fixed on the horizon, longing for the power that had just been displayed.
As the youth in black departed, it felt like waking from a grand dream, leaving nothing but fading memories.
"How does that palace compare to Brother Nie's abilities?" she asked hesitantly.
"I don't know," replied Tong Xinquan, as he regulated his breathing. This was already beyond the realm of his judgment.
"So it really was Father," Yu Chao'an said as he wiped his cold sweat. No wonder his senior brother and sister trusted this person so much. He was the only one who had been worrying unnecessarily.
He wiped away his sweat and asked with some trepidation, "Are we still going to look for the other two Demon Emperors?"
Perhaps those others also had hidden moves like this white horse.
"No, let's return."
Tong Xinquan turned around, his words concise.
Their objective had been to conceal Senior Brother Nie's cultivation, but now Shen Yi also possessed equally terrifying power and was even more ostentatious about it.
If the Thousand Demon Cave wanted to withdraw and deal with Senior Brother Nie, they would first have to get past Shen Yi.
He led the two of them and flew towards Wutong Mountain on the clouds.
After several days and nights, as night was falling once more, Tong Xinquan took out the Golden Arrow and landed at the foot of Wutong Mountain, proceeding towards the secluded path.
Just then, he felt his eyelid twitch.
At the turn of the path ahead, a figure in a green robe lay stiffly on the ground. If not for the soft snoring, he would have thought the person was dead.
"The Vajra Rope?"
Tong Xinquan glanced at the tight golden ropes binding the person and a chill flashed in his eyes.
Miao Qinghui quietly tugged at his sleeve and glared in that direction.
If there was anyone on Wutong Mountain with the most rebellious spirit, it was the young Tong Xinquan before them.
Due to his experiences during his younger days, he was naturally suspicious and lacked a sense of security. Unfortunately, their master never showed any warmth or affection towards his disciples.
In comparison, Tong Xinquan, despite his unspoken thoughts and occasional desire to launch a sneak attack, had a deep reliance on Nie, who had risked his life to retrieve the Divine Forging Silk for him.
"Let's go see Master first."
Miao Qinghui pulled Tong Xinquan along and glanced at the dazed Yu Chao'an, leading the two of them towards the front.
"Master, we're back," she called out softly in front of the Water Curtain Immortal Cave.
Tong Xinquan's face turned slightly somber as he raised his palms. The Golden Arrow for Subduing Demons in his palms transformed into a stream of light and shot into the cave.
Looking at the quiet cave,
he did not leave as he usually did but instead asked, "What happened to Senior Brother? Why did you need to bind him with the Vajra Rope?"
This blunt question caused Yu Chao'an to break out in cold sweat once more.
He had thought that the master would completely ignore Tong Xinquan, but to his surprise, a faint voice emerged from the cave after a moment.
"You refuse to admit your mistake, argue with me, and become arrogant because of my favoritism. It's time for a change."
Upon hearing this, Miao Qinghui's face changed drastically, while Tong Xinquan gritted his teeth in anger. "May I ask whom Master intends to replace him with?"
"Da Qian, Shen Yi."
The four simple words echoed along the secluded path.
"In that case, I'm afraid you will be disappointed, Master. I happened to see Shen Yi, and he didn't seem to be heading towards Wutong Mountain," Tong Xinquan replied, his tone filled with resentment.
He continued, still unsatisfied, "Even if he does come, given Shen Yi's personality, he wouldn't lie on the ground and let you mock him like Senior Brother Nie. If it were him here, the most likely outcome would be that he would draw his sword and cut you down."
"Are you seeking death?" Miao Qinghui exclaimed, grabbing his arm in alarm.
However, the cave remained silent for a long time.
Finally, the woman let out a crisp laugh and said indifferently, "Is that so?"
As her voice fell, the golden rope binding Nie suddenly fell off and swiftly flew back into the cave.
She didn't need to use ropes to coerce disciples.
The paths of these promising cultivators, on the verge of returning to the Void, were all in the palm of her hand.
"...?"
Feeling the restraints on his body disappear, the snoring gradually stopped. The decadent figure lying on the ground reached towards his waist, only to find nothing there.
He smacked his lips and clambered to his feet.
Without even bothering to turn his head, he staggered out of the secluded path.
"Hmph!"
Seeing this, Tong Xinquan snorted and turned to leave as well.
The remaining two were left standing there, unsure of what to do.
Over the years, although their master wasn't as caring as a parent, the atmosphere on the mountain had always been tolerable. But now, it had suddenly deteriorated to the point of open hostility.
After a long while, Miao Qinghui heaved a heavy sigh.
It seemed that Senior Brother and Master had both touched each other's bottom lines, and neither was willing to back down even a step.
At the peak of Wutong Mountain...
Nie Jun returned to his wooden hut and rummaged under his bed, pulling out several wine jars. He poured their contents back and forth until he finally managed to gather a mouthful of leftover wine, which he drank with satisfaction.
He had intended to turn around and leave, but then he frowned slightly as he remembered that all his savings had been taken away. With a helpless expression, he picked up the Xuan Sword.
"Where are you going?" Tong Xinquan stood blocking the doorway.
"It's boring staying here, so I'm leaving." Nie Jun used the sword to push him aside and strode out of the hut.
He was about to head down the mountain.
"Then let me tell you something interesting!"
Tong Xinquan extended his palms, and the Divine Forging Silk enveloped the entire area. With all his might, he set up a sound barrier formation and casually said, "Anyone who eavesdrops is a dog."
As his words fell, a strand of divine sense was decisively withdrawn, returning to the Water Curtain Immortal Cave without a care.
"What are you trying to do?" Nie Jun suppressed his temper and frowned.
"Tell me, why didn't you win against that lion?" Tong Xinquan asked seriously.
"It ran too fast. My sword technique lost its connection to the Dao Palace and its might diminished, so it was devoured." Nie Jun replied casually, as if it wasn't a big deal.
He was different from Lingxi.
From the beginning of his cultivation journey, Nie Jun had been beaten up countless times for disregarding the boundaries of cultivation levels.
His battles against those at the Jade Liquid and Elixir Condensation stages were legendary, and he had even faced those at the Mixed Yuan stage
It was pure luck that he hadn't died.
Losing a duel was a normal occurrence for him.
"What kind of travel technique did that lion use?" Tong Xinquan asked again.
Upon hearing this, Nie Jun pondered for a moment. "It transformed into a purple and white rainbow..."
"Stop." Tong Xinquan glanced warily at the foot of the mountain and leaned closer to Nie Jun's ear. "That lion was actually Shen Yi in disguise. He's currently the Demon Emperor of the Thousand Demon Cave, so how could he possibly come to Wutong Mountain to compete for your personal disciples?"
"Let me tell you, his current strength is no weaker than yours. The reason he didn't fight you last time was simply that he couldn't be bothered."
"Do you still think it's boring now?"
There seemed to be a hint of enticement in Tong Xinquan's words.
He understood this Senior Brother better than the rest of his fellow disciples.
"...?"
The decadence in Nie Jun's eyes gradually faded, and a hint of vitality finally appeared in his pitch-black pupils.
He strode forward, and with a casual wave of his hand that held the Xuan Sword, he shattered the Divine Forging Silk that filled the sky.
Amidst the scattered fragments of light...
Nie Jun threw the Xuan Sword and then stepped on it, flying away into the distance.
"Idiot."
Tong Xinquan's soul trembled, and he quickly retracted the Divine Forging Silk.
Looking in the direction where his Senior Brother had disappeared, the worry in his eyes lessened slightly, but he soon frowned again as he glanced at the other wooden huts.
If he guessed correctly, Little Junior Sister and the others should have gone to find Shen Yi.
But since Shen Yi had gone to kill the White Horse, why hadn't they returned yet?
(End of Chapter)
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