Chapter 1100 - Cang Yuan’s Enemy
“My spiritual consciousness has already recovered by 50%, but my physical body has only recovered by 30%. The Nine Lives Nine Deaths Nirvana Flower has finally blossomed and took shape. It was supposed to be my best chance at recovery, but who would have thought that all my efforts would fall short,” said the man with a sigh.
“Master, it’s all my fault for not doing a good job. Please punish me, Master,” said Situ Wuying as he knelt down.
“Get up. This is the will of the heavens. It’s not your fault,” said the man faintly. “We could have eradicated Golden Pill Sect back then, but it was only because of the nirvana flower that we let them live. Never would I have expected that after a thousand years, our efforts would still fall short. Such is the will of the heavens…”
“Master, I don’t know who the Zhang family invited to destroy Master’s plan. But I will personally avenge you and help Master reclaim the nirvana flower,” said Situ Wuying.
“Leave this matter to someone else. Don’t act unless it’s absolutely necessary. Focus on the ancient ruins. Also, tell the people of Thousand Kills Gang and Broken Moon Gang to stop messing around,” said the man.
“Yes, Master.” Situ Wuying bowed and retreated.
The hall fell into an eerily and strange dead silence again.
“A descendant of the divine clan? After so many years, never would I have expected that the divine clan would return to the Sacred Realm of Sects.” The old man muttered to himself after a moment of silence.
“But what can the divine clan do? Even if the divine emperor himself came, he wouldn’t be able to stop me, Ming Cangye, let alone a descendant who’s had his powers sealed. Cang Yuan, even if you die, I will make sure that you will never be reincarnated. Sooner or later, I will take back everything that belongs to me…” A burst of laughter that could shatter one’s eardrums echoed in the hall.
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A wide road meandered through the mountain ridge like a white jade belt. The tall city walls of Kai Yuan city had long disappeared behind them, now replaced by an endless stretch of green mountain ridges.
Ling Chuxi and the others eventually entered the inner area of Qianzhong Ridge. The road became much smoother and they could hardly feel any bumps as they sat in the spacious carriage.
Zhou Kaitai, Su Yanhua, and the others rode on horses and accompanied the two carriages. They chatted with each other from time to time and let out hearty laughter.
The Su family’s disciples were about the same age as Zhou Kaitai and the others. Not long after they had left the city, they got to know each other. From time to time, they would exchange anecdotes from the various countries on the continent and Qianzhong Ridge. When they stopped to rest, they would spar with each other to exchange martial skills, which they found particularly engaging.
“Oh right, how did Sect Leader Ling become the sect leader of Golden Pill Sect?” asked Zhou Kaitai. This was also a common question among the descendants of the other sects. Ling Chuxi was quite young, her surname was relatively foreign, and she was not even a direct disciple of the Su family. Logically speaking, she would never have been the sect leader within the near future. Despite having witnessed Ling Chuxi’s powerful strength and wisdom, it still felt a little strange.
“You don’t know about it, do you? Let me tell you. Besides my grandfather, I will only approve of her as our sect leader,” said Su Yanhua with blind and fanatical worship.
“Oh, why?” asked Zhou Kaitai curiously. Although they hadn’t been together for long, he could tell that though Su Yanhua was amiable on the surface, he had all the arrogance of a proud sect descendant deep down. It was not easy for him to be convinced to submit to someone. Su Yanhua’s response also piqued the interest of the descendants of the other sects as they pricked up their ears to hear more.
