Chapter 287: Tai Xuan Sect, Do You Have the Ability to Protect the Dao?

“Linglong Token.

“I am from the Linglong Holy Land. If you ever encounter trouble in the future, you may use this token to seek help.

“Upon seeing this token, it is as if seeing the Holy… Land!”

Feng Laiyi nearly let something slip. “Any disciple of the Linglong Holy Land will unconditionally aid you.”

“Alright, then I appreciate it, Senior.” Meng Changqing’s eyes gleamed slightly as he carefully stored it away.

A token from a true Royal. It indeed held such commanding influence.

In the future, as he roamed and ventured across Central Province, this would be a force he could rely upon.

“So Senior is actually a powerhouse from the Linglong Holy Land.” Meng Changqing feigned surprise.

In the cultivation world, any Holy Land was a colossus.

If he showed no reaction at all, that would be rather strange.

“How about it? Would you like to join my Holy Land? I promise that if you come, we will spare no effort in nurturing you!”

Feng Laiyi’s lips curved up slightly, a look of anticipation in her beautiful eyes.

“From what I know, the techniques of the Linglong Holy Land seem more suited for women. As a man, I fear it may not be a good fit for me.” Meng Changqing chuckled.

“That is a worldly misconception.” Feng Laiyi rolled her eyes charmingly. “The first Holy Lord of Linglong Holy Land was a man. It was only because all the later Holy Lords were women that this perception took hold.”

“I see.” Meng Changqing suddenly understood.

“So, do you want to reconsider? If you join my Holy Land, whatever you desire, you shall have.” Feng Laiyi spoke with great confidence.

“Then if I want…” Meng Changqing glanced at Feng Laiyi, a teasing glint flashing in his eyes.

“How bold!” Feng Laiyi raised her hand and lightly tapped Meng Changqing’s chest.

“Oh no, you’ve injured my vital organs. Without ten portions of Marquis-tier cultivation resources, I fear I won’t recover.” Meng Changqing feigned injury.

“Get lost.” Feng Laiyi’s smile became even more radiant.

“Alright, I’m off then.” Meng Changqing’s expression returned to normal. “If Senior ever misses me, you can visit me at the Black-White Academy. I will certainly welcome you with open arms.”

“I won’t miss you.” Feng Laiyi turned her head.

“I don’t believe you.” Meng Changqing smiled slightly.

He brushed past Feng Laiyi, walking toward the Qingyu Phoenix nearby.

They were both mature individuals.

Some emotions, some thoughts, some feelings — one could more or less sense them.

But neither could be entirely sure, so they remained where they were, neither stepping forward.

—

Squee!

Meng Changqing mounted the Qingyu Phoenix, and it spread its wings wide.

Feng Laiyi turned back, gazing at him.

“By the way, which faction do you hail from?” Feng Laiyi asked.

“The Southern Region, Tai Xuan Sect.” Meng Changqing replied loudly.

As he spoke, the Qingyu Phoenix soared into the sky and disappeared into the clouds.

Back where she stood, Feng Laiyi’s pupils contracted, her beautiful face revealing a look of shock.

“Tai Xuan Sect?” She abruptly raised her head, finding it hard to believe.

She hadn’t heard that name in nearly two hundred years.

But no matter how much time passed, she would never forget it!

The downfall of her Holy Land was directly linked to the Tai Xuan Sect!

If her master hadn’t staked everything on that one prodigy, the Holy Land wouldn’t have ended up in this state, and her junior sister wouldn’t have died.

“That kid… is from Tai Xuan Sect? So that’s why…” Feng Laiyi finally understood.

No wonder when Meng Changqing fought, his techniques and cultivation methods felt familiar, yet she couldn’t quite place them.

It was the Tai Xuan Sect’s supreme technique — ‘Eternal Heaven Sutra’!

A true Holy Land-level inheritance!

For a moment, Feng Laiyi’s emotions grew chaotic.

In truth, Tai Xuan Sect couldn’t be entirely blamed.

This was a choice made by her master and the entire Holy Land.

They had simply lost.

—

On the Holy Land’s Grand Plaza, the Judgment of Heaven had been delivered.

Her junior sister had perished.

That monstrous genius of Tai Xuan Sect had been forcibly severed from the Dao, his right arm cut off, and along with nine others, they had fled Central Province in disgrace.

Since then, they had vanished without a trace.

If not for her master sacrificing herself to establish ironclad decrees in the Southern Region’s Tianling Province,  Tai Xuan Sect would have been wiped out long ago.

“Two hundred years later, another prodigy has emerged from Tai Xuan Sect?

“No wonder Master never truly gave up in the end.

“They truly are a destiny-favored faction.

“This kid is even more exceptional and powerful than Xi Yingqing back then.”

Feng Laiyi sighed lightly.

But no matter how strong he is, what use isit?

Today’s Zhengyi Holy Land was far more terrifying than it had been in the past, it is an unshakable, supreme existence.

If not for the Ancient Covenant, the so-called Four Great Holy Lands would have ceased to exist long ago!

“So the powerful figures that attacked him recently… were from the Wanxiang Pavilion?

“Or, to be more precise—”

Now that she understood Meng Changqing’s background, everything became clear.

A Marquis-tier powerhouse, ranked among the strongest, had actually joined forces to suppress a younger generation cultivator. That was highly unusual.

Even a Quasi-Royal had appeared.

It was far too targeted.

As for why no true Royal had intervened, the reason was simple.

A Royal was an entity standing high above the mortal world.

How could they care about worldly affairs, let alone personally deal with a mere newly-ascended Marquis?

It was beneath their dignity.

And besides, a Quasi-Royal was more than enough.

What they hadn’t anticipated was, Meng Changqing had a Royal-tier existence backing him.

At this thought, Feng Laiyi gazed in the direction Meng Changqing had left.

She did not feel any resentment toward him because of the Tai Xuan Sect.

Instead, she was worried.

Meng Changqing’s actions clearly showed that he intended to walk the same path as before!

But that path had long been blocked!

It was a dead end!

Anyone who took that path would die!

“Tai Xuan Sect… how dare you send another youth down this path!

“Do you even have the ability to protect his Dao?”

Feng Laiyi clenched her teeth.

She didn’t believe that a group of crippled cultivators — who had already been severed from the Dao — could possibly rise again.

She resolved that once her injuries were healed, she must drag Meng Changqing into her Holy Land.

She could not let him remain on the sinking ship that was Tai Xuan Sect.

But just then, Feng Laiyi’s expression changed slightly. She turned around.

From the distant void, a figure slowly emerged.

It was dressed in white robes, holding a staff.

It was an elderly woman, her face full of wrinkles.

“Senior Sister Lin.” Feng Laiyi immediately relaxed.