CHAPTER 177: CHAPTER 136: IT WON’T BE LONG BEFORE THAT RED DRAGON COMES CALLING

Profound Sun and Withered Bamboo faced off, and the remaining Sect leadership unknowingly split into two factions, gathering behind each side.

"Good, good, good!"

Profound Sun said menacingly, "Withered Bamboo, I’ve always held you in high regard, even agreeing with you on matters concerning the Young Sect Leader, yet you force me to my death."

"If that’s the case, there’s nothing more to say."

Before he finished speaking, he had already drawn his sword with a clang, holding a token in his left sleeve. It was left by the founder and could harness the power of the Cyan Cloud Peak Divine Sword, unleashing a terrifying power of slaughter.

Clang!

Sword light pierced the sky, cold glints suddenly appearing.

Thud!

A blood-drenched head fell to the ground.

It all happened too fast, leaving the other First Seat Elders either hesitant, frightened, or wavering, and in that fleeting moment, a head had rolled onto the ground.

The Withered Bamboo elder still had his eyes closed, and the rusty iron sword at his waist bore some fresh blood, dripping away slowly.

"Profound Sun has been managing the Sect for years and has done good for it. Just say that during his secluded attempt to break through to a Celestial Human, he succumbed to qi deviation and died. Give him a proper burial."

These words effectively closed the Chapter.

The others exchanged glances, especially those Hall Masters who had sided with Profound Sun; their formerly stiff faces now gradually relaxed.

Du Hongyue, however, was straightforward in her response, "Yes, we’ll make the arrangements immediately."

She did not shy away from the bloodied head, directly placing it back with the headless corpse, then used her blood-red cloak from behind to wrap the entire body before leaving.

Everyone present fell into silence.

Regardless of any conspiracy or exchange of benefits, with Profound Sun’s death, it all became void.

Gazing at the sky where 800 miles of fiery clouds roiled and dragon roars echoed between heaven and earth, then looking at Withered Bamboo who sat cross-legged with eyes closed, and Zhu Yuxian who stood beside, a cold smile on his face.

Everyone suppressed their thoughts.

As it stood, with Withered Bamboo, Zhu Yuxian, and Lu Chengfeng being three Half-Step Celestial Humans, and Profound Sun dead while Lu Chengfeng held the position of Young Sect Leader and had refined the Dragon-Binding Rope, the Sect’s power dynamics had silently reversed.

If one couldn’t see the situation clearly and remained stubborn, they’d find only a road to death.

With Profound Sun’s blood still warm, some who had lost their leader could only hide their claws and bide their time.

The First Seats of Chixiao and White Rainbow Peaks remained silent, none had expected that after competing with Profound Sun for so many years, it would end like this. Even they would have to bow their heads and relinquish their past carefree days.

Three Half-Step Celestial Humans, one from Yellow Dragon Peak who concealed his swordsmanship for decades, one who practiced the Great Five Elements Extinction Divine Light Sword and refined the Dragon-Binding Rope.

With these three standing together, who would dare resist? Who could resist!

Dragons roared, fiery clouds rolled, shaking the entire Yun Cang.

Zhu Yuxian, after letting everyone settle, began issuing orders without hesitation, commanding the Great Elders of the Eighth Hall to return to their positions, guard the mountain gates, and appease the disciples, ensuring no mishaps.

He appointed Du Mengyan as the temporary First Seat of the Cyan Cloud Peak to calm the hearts of people.

The First Seats of Chixiao and White Rainbow Peaks stayed, to perform guardian duties with Withered Bamboo, protecting the Trapped Dragon Abyss from any accidents.

After a brief silence, everyone acknowledged their orders and left one by one.

Zhu Yuxian, being a Half-Step Celestial Human himself, held the First Seat position of Profound Crane Peak, and was also the mentor of the Young Sect Leader. With Profound Sun dead and Withered Bamboo’s support, his prestige was immeasurable, and none dared confront him directly.

Even if there were many schemes to gain personal benefit privately, it would not affect the grand scheme of things.

Soon, everyone dispersed, leaving only Zhu Yuxian, Withered Bamboo, and the First Seats of Chixiao and White Rainbow Peaks. The four did not speak, just gazed at the fiery clouds above the sky, each buried in their own thoughts.

After several two-hour spans, the dragon roars gradually subsided, and the fiery clouds in the sky converged into a scarlet-golden beam of light, falling directly from the heavens into the abyss.

"So soon, could it have failed?" Zhu Yuxian frowned slightly, speaking with some puzzlement.

The Chixiao First Seat also spoke with some doubt, "According to the Sect’s records, the Unity of Heaven and Man varies in phenomenon range and duration based on one’s cultivation technique, some last three days, some seven. This time it has only been a few two-hours; something indeed feels amiss."

The White Rainbow First Seat hesitated before asking, "Elder Brother Withered Bamboo, should we go down and check the situation?"

Withered Bamboo remained cross-legged with closed eyes, simply saying, "No matter the circumstances, we should watch and wait."

The White Rainbow First Seat said nothing, only looking into the abyss, lost in thought.

...

Meanwhile, deep within the Trapped Dragon Abyss, Lu Chengfeng watched as from within the fierce golden firelight emerged a three-zhang long Flood Dragon, its scales bright red, a single horn on its forehead, precisely a Fire Flood Dragon.

The dragon was surrounded by fiery clouds, soaring into the air with extraordinary majesty, emanating an aura of supreme nobility, making Lu Chengfeng feel an indescribable oppression, nearly causing him to kneel in worship.

Fortunately, the Flood Dragon was still bound by the Dragon-Binding Rope. With just a thought, the iron chains quivered, causing the Red Flood Dragon to howl in pain and crash from mid-air to the ground, rolling a few times before transforming back into human form.

Lu Chengfeng looked over and saw that all of Qi Yuan’s wounds had healed, his skin like jade, a strand of firelight at his brow. Even with his eyes closed, he exuded dignity and awe.