CHAPTER 307: CHAPTER 205: THIS DESPICABLE POSTURE_2

Xiang Yanwen spoke very politely.

"I am unwilling," Si Nanyan stated coldly.

This old man is so annoying. Why hasn’t the ship set sail yet? She was in a hurry to go to Zhongzhou to find her Master.

"Uh..."

Xiang Yanwen was taken aback by her response. He was slightly stunned but didn’t get angry.

"Then, I won’t bother you further."

He didn’t even continue to question Feng Ruoli and the others.

Indeed. These people were all controlled and enslaved by someone else; how could they agree to him? He had truly been out of his senses just now.

As long as I find that Wen Zhixing and get him to join the Purple Cloud Divine Sect, everything will be resolved.

Xiang Yanwen had already come up with a plan.

Compared to everyone present, he was actually more concerned about Wen Zhixing. He wanted to know just how formidable Wen Zhixing was. Since these people from the Righteous Sun Sect were all connected to Wen Zhixing, if they joined the Purple Cloud Divine Sect, it would only be a matter of time before he could entice Wen Zhixing over. This was also why Xiang Yanwen didn’t insist further.

Feng Ruoli and Yun Xinyue exchanged a look but didn’t speak. The old man’s intentions were so transparent, practically written all over his face. However, they were indifferent. Whether they joined the Purple Cloud Divine Sect or not made no difference. As long as their Master, Wen Zhixing, was there, they would follow.

"Has the boat set sail yet?" Si Nanyan asked again, her tone somewhat impatient.

Currently, she was oblivious to social etiquette. To an outsider, it might seem like the flying boat belonged to her.

"Yes, we’ll set sail right now."

Xiang Yanwen wasn’t the least bit angry. Instead, with a grand wave of his hand, Spiritual Qi burst forth from him, activating the flying boat.

RUMBLE!

A dazzling radiance erupted from the huge flying boat. It was the Spiritual Stone Array in operation, with powerful Spiritual Qi coursing through the entire vessel. Seeing this, the others quickly leaped aboard.

The next moment, the entire flying boat surged forward at high speed. The surrounding space seemed to tremble, and then it vanished on the spot.

"Such incredible speed."

Down below, Xu An and Shi Yan stood in a daze. This speed was beyond their imagination.

Aboard the flying boat, everyone stood on the deck, watching as the scenery flashed by like streaks of fleeting light.

"Zhongzhou... here we come."

「Zhongzhou, deep into the night.」

Hundred Tribulations Holy Land, the outer sect.

Murong Fenghua arrived within the inner sect through the Teleportation Array, but her appearance still caused some ripples in the outer sect. Such a domineering and forceful entrance was not something just anyone could make. Naturally, it drew the attention of some people.

BOOM!

Atop a towering Immortal Mountain, a Cave of Fortune was opened.

While the outer sect of the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land lacked the numerous cities and Immortal Mountains of the inner sect, it still boasted a considerable number of peaks. It could be said that the entire inner sect was surrounded by the outer sect’s Immortal Mountains. The inner and outer sects seemed almost poised to rival each other.

CLICK-CLACK! CLICK-CLACK!

The cave was dark and deep, yet within lay a grand hall. The Spiritual Qi inside was so dense it was palpable. Mortals, if they were to spend some time here, could probably reach the Third Realm in cultivation without even actively cultivating.

As the sound of footsteps echoed, the oil lamps on either side of the hall seemed to sense a presence, lighting up one by one. The lamplight flickered and danced.

A figure slowly appeared; it was the elegantly dressed young man who had previously inquired about Murong Fenghua’s identity. His gaze rested on a graceful figure before him.

A female cultivator dressed in a loose white Taoist gown sat on the floor, holding a green jade wine cup and sipping wine with half-closed eyes. She was bare-faced, a slight flush from the wine on her cheeks. Her eyes were slightly dazed, and her black hair hung loosely, yet these details couldn’t conceal her extraordinary beauty.

This female cultivator glanced at the newcomer, lifted her slender white hand, and finished the wine in her cup in one gulp. Yet, with such a simple action in her wide Taoist robes, one caught glimpses of undulating curves beneath. Though the light was dim, the fleeting glimpse of her smooth, jade-like skin was still perceptible.

The elegantly dressed young man was somewhat enchanted upon seeing this. The subtle reveal of her graceful form stirred ripples in his heart.

"Qinglian Fairy."

The elegantly dressed young man quickly bowed in greeting. He cast only one glance before reluctantly withdrawing his gaze.

"It turns out to be the Godson."

Qinglian Fairy slightly opened her eyes, as if only then realizing who the visitor was. After speaking, she turned her head away, seemingly lost in her own thoughts. With a wave of her hand, she adjusted her robes, concealing the previously glimpsed beauty.

"Qinglian Fairy, it’s fine to address me as Juncheng," Li Juncheng said, his smile widening.

"May I know why the Godson has sought me out?" Qinglian Fairy, however, seemed not to have heard clearly. Her slender fingers pointed at the wine pot before her.

WHOOSH!

The wine from the pot instantly arched through the air and into her mouth.

"Qinglian Fairy, it appears that person has returned."

Upon hearing this, Li Juncheng’s expression darkened momentarily, but he quickly resumed speaking with a smile, apparently unfazed by the formality in Qinglian Fairy’s tone.

"Who?" Qinglian Fairy asked, her voice somewhat muffled by the wine in her mouth.

"Murong... Fenghua." Li Juncheng paused momentarily before abruptly revealing the name.

Murong Fenghua, despite having left the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land long ago, still drew attention with her silver hair. Anyone who put in a little effort could quickly find out who she was.

BOOM!

Qinglian Fairy abruptly stood up, her powerful aura bursting forth uncontrollably. The wine cup in her hand fell to the ground, shattering upon impact. Her starlike eyes shone brightly, devoid of their earlier haziness.

"Who did you say has returned?" Qinglian Fairy’s figure flashed, and in an instant, she appeared right in front of Li Juncheng.

"It’s... it’s Murong Fenghua." Li Juncheng’s heart lurched. She was so fast he hadn’t even had time to react.

"Has she returned?" Qinglian Fairy waited for confirmation before murmuring to herself. Her expression shifted continuously; it was unclear whether she felt joy or sorrow. Deep within her eyes, a strange emotion flickered.

...

At the same time, it wasn’t just Qinglian Fairy; many others with vested interests also learned of Murong Fenghua’s return.

The disciple from the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land, previously sent flying by Murong Fenghua, now lay within a grand hall. The disciple’s aura was weak, his expression one of aggrieved frustration.

What wrong had I done? I had been diligently upholding the Holy Land’s order!

His voice was filled with sorrow. Even with his bones broken, he continued to plead incessantly. As a disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall, he had never suffered such humiliation before.

"Yes, if everyone acted like this, where would the majesty of the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land stand, and where would our reputation be!"

A few disciples from the Law Enforcement Hall who had entered with him also chimed in. They spoke back and forth, their goal clear: Murong Fenghua must be made to pay. Otherwise, how could they maintain their position in the Law Enforcement Hall? With their prestige gone, how could they enforce laws in the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land?

"Elder, you must seek justice for us," the disciple from the Law Enforcement Hall called out to an Elder of the Law Enforcement Hall inside the grand hall. They had come seeking the Elder’s support.

The Elder of the Law Enforcement Hall was a burly middle-aged man with an unfailingly stern face. He glanced around at everyone before saying, "I think we should deal with it according to the sect rules."

"Elder Murong, what is your view on this matter?"

A voice rang out within the hall, yet this voice carried a clear hint of schadenfreude.

Sigh, this girl. Hundreds of years have passed, and she’s still so lawless, an old voice slowly rose, laced with a touch of helplessness. But anyone could hear the undertone of joy in it.

"In that case, allow me to punish her," Elder Murong stated indifferently.

The Elder of the Law Enforcement Hall frowned slightly upon hearing this. He was well aware of the relationship between the two, but after some thought, he ultimately held his tongue.

Murong Fenghua had vanished for so many years and now returned so abruptly. If I insisted on meting out punishment, it would be an outright confrontation.

"Elder Murong, how do you wish to punish her?" However, someone undaunted by escalating the situation pressed on.

"How I decide to act, do I need to inform you?" Elder Murong coldly swept his gaze towards the other party, his turbid eyes suddenly bursting with a sharp glint! He slowly rose to his feet, his once stooped figure now straightening like a sword’s edge. Though not a breath of his aura was revealed, the temperature in the entire grand hall plunged to a freezing point.