CHAPTER 189: 188. STRONG ENEMY, I’LL FACE IT MYSELF! (1/4)

Wen Ping returned from Churao Mountain at this time.

He knew that Wei Qianjue had come to the mountain, so he temporarily put his cultivation aside.

As he was walking, he ran into Murong Chi and the three of Huan Cheng. Before he could speak, Murong Chi said, "Boy, I am here to protect Yang Xi. Wei Qianjue of the Thousand Extremes Sect has power comparable to the three Grand Chiefs of the Hundred Sects Alliance, and Yang Xi can’t continue to take risks here. She must leave with me!"

In a small town, nurtured by a small family, yet able to reach the Body Refining Sixth Layer at the age of 15. With such talent, even in a Two-star Sect, she would be someone who oversaw the entire Body Refinement cultivators of East Lake.

This time, he planned to take a tougher stance and definitely take Yang Xi away.

But he didn’t notice that Wen Ping had lost the patience he had yesterday and only cared about whatever he could say about Yang Xi. Wen Ping glanced at Murong Chi and said coldly, "Murong Elder, do you think the Immortal Sect is an inn?"

Faced with Wen Ping’s sudden cold demeanor, Murong Chi hadn’t realized anything was amiss, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Only in an inn can you come whenever you please and say whatever you want. Murong Elder, I respect you as a senior in cultivation and allowed you up the mountain twice. Yet you come repeatedly to the Immortal Sect, always saying you want to take away our Sect’s disciple. Do you think the Immortal Sect is too weak, or that you are too strong?"

With that, Wen Ping fixed his gaze on Murong Chi, emanating a special aura.

This surprised Huan Cheng and Qin Shan.

Huan Cheng was surprised because the Wen Ping before him seemed unrecognizable, no longer the little brat who didn’t seek his father when trouble came but went straight to the City Lord’s Mansion. He appeared more dignified, just like Wen Yan back then.

But Wen Ping was clearly only 18 years old!

While Qin Shan was surprised by Wen Ping’s sudden change of behavior. Usually, Wen Ping was very amiable, even when establishing rules such as only drinking one scoop of water or only visiting the Viewing Room twice a day; he always carried a gentle smile.

This was the first time he saw Wen Ping looking at someone with cold eyes and speaking such heavy words.

After saying this, Wen Ping walked towards the Main Hall, thinking to himself—he had been too kind to Murong Chi. Despite having no relationship, he allowed him up the mountain twice.

Yet both times, he had come to take away Yang Xi.

He respected Murong Chi, but he didn’t feel any respect in return.

As he passed by Murong Chi, Wen Ping casually left him with a sentence, "Murong Elder, take a few more steps, and whatever happens, I won’t care; if you die in the Immortal Sect, I won’t feel a bit guilty."

With Wen Ping’s departure, Qin Shan and Huan Cheng naturally followed.

Huan Cheng originally intended to take Huan Shan away for a while since a Middle Profound Realm battle would have a broad impact. The flaming skeletons had already destroyed Clearwater Street when they fought with five Profound Realm cultivators of the Hundred Sects Alliance.

But thinking about it now, he decided it was better not to mention it, since his son stood behind Wen Ping; if Wen Ping wasn’t afraid, what was there for him to fear?

And Murong Chi, his steps came to a halt, his expression gradually solidifying, completely abandoning his previous tough stance.

In its place was hesitation.

He was afraid that death was not just an empty threat; what if the Immortal Sect truly had someone capable of killing him...

At this moment, Lin Kewu, who was watching from afar, had an inscrutable expression. Staring at Wen Ping, he quickly asked the Golden Eagle beside him, "Are you sure the one called Murong Elder is in the Middle Profound Realm?"

"Yes," the Golden Eagle replied, then added, "The Sect Leader of the Immortal Sect is ultimately too young, impulsive with youth. That Murong person from the Middle Profound Realm trying to take away a disciple from the Immortal Sect is certainly infuriating, but with a major enemy at hand, shouldn’t the Sect Leader not fall out with him now? Wouldn’t that mean the Immortal Sect lost a potential ally from the Middle Profound Realm?"

He thought that if Wen Ping chose to remain silent for the time being, there was a likelihood that the Middle Profound Realm would offer assistance.

Fighting within the same realm usually ended with both sides compromising, as no one wished to waste decades of cultivation fighting to the death. Thus, this issue could potentially become a minor one and pass on by.

As the Golden Eagle lamented, Wen Ping had already reached the edge of the square, with the Thousand Layers beneath his feet.

Wen Ping said to Huan Cheng, "Uncle, since you are already on the mountain, why not wait before descending."

Huan Cheng nodded.

Immediately, Wen Ping walked straight down the mountain alone.

Everyone was astonished, watching Wen Ping’s descending steps, silently thinking: could he be planning to face Wei Qianjue alone?

"Sect Leader!"

Qin Shan hurriedly called out.

But Wen Ping just waved his hand and said, "I’m going down to take a look."

With that said, Wen Ping went further and further away.

As he approached the bottom of the Thousand Layers, Wei Qianjue suddenly lifted his wrinkled face, smiling as he looked at Wen Ping, "Wen Ping, you want to face me alone, bearing all of this by yourself?"

As he spoke, he carefully scrutinized the nearly legendary youth before him.

He was younger than even his great-grandson, yet able to have Shan Long post a bounty of fifty White Crystals for his life. Such an honor had never been seen in East Lake. Besides, he had obtained a miraculous opportunity.

Acquiring the incredible Fire Snake Technique, able to unleash it without a Meridian Gate, breaking through the single-minded dominance of Anomalous Vein Control of Five Elements. If he hadn’t offended Shan Long, many major forces would probably go to recruit him, wouldn’t they?

Wen Ping stood atop the stone steps just twenty paces away from Wei Qianjue, responding calmly, "No... I just came to see what you look like; I’ve heard my father mention you before. By the way, let me give you a piece of advice: never set foot on the Immortal Sect’s Thousand Layers! Because it will be the path to death..."

As Wen Ping’s words fell, a gust of wind seemed to arise from nowhere within the Thousand Layers.

Stirring the long hair and clothes of the three, it made Wei Qianjue laugh instead of getting angry.

"Haha!"

As Wei Qianjue laughed, he released the cane he held in his right hand, standing firmly on the stone steps, transforming from an old and frail posture to standing straight and tall with a now non-hunching back.

"You are the first to dare threaten me with death,"

he said as the sound of vibrating veins reached.

Boom!

A blue Meridian Gate opened in Wei Qianjue’s left hand, and immediately, Wei Qianjue grasped the cane held by the woman beside him. With a pull, the dragon head handle separated from the cane, revealing a crimson saber hidden within the cane.

The saber was two-fingers wide and about a meter long, seemingly unremarkable. However, as the vibrating vein sound emerged, it became different.

"My Hurricane Slash is a Yellow Level Middle Grade Vein Technique, already cultivated to the Realm of Perfection; I wonder if you can withstand it?"

With that!

The saber rose!

A crimson hurricane formed instantly with a slash, turning into a sword Qi.

As the saber thrust out, the hurricane followed, sweeping towards Wen Ping.

Facing this scene, Wen Ping didn’t immediately counterattack but glanced inadvertently at his left hand.

Speaking to himself: This should be considered the first real battle, right?

In previous battles, there was always aid from the Evil Spirit Knight, or it was a one-sided slaughter, but Wei Qianjue was different. His father told him that this man was the number one practitioner of the East Lake Saber Technique. Unless an Upper Profound Realm elder emerged, who could compete with him!

Boom!

A crimson mutated Meridian Gate—opened!

Wen Ping’s calm voice also reached Wei Qianjue’s ears, "Death, like the wind, is always by your side, so... follow your wind and perish."