God Destroying Pearl

Under this pressure, the air around seemed to solidify, making it difficult to breathe.

When the mountain-like heavy pressure from Zhou Song, the leader of Liehuo Sect, was about to touch Song Yun, Wang Yiming, the leader of Qingyun Sect, moved and stood in front of Song Yun as lightly as a spring breeze.

He waved his sleeves lightly, and the suffocating pressure was instantly dissolved by a gentle and firm force, as if it had never existed.

Wang Yiming's eyes revealed unquestionable determination and confidence. He looked directly at Zhou Song and said in a steady and powerful voice: "Old Zhou, you and I both know that in the secret realm, everyone depends on their own ability, and life and death are determined by fate. This is the rule of the immortal world, and it is also a test for our disciples. Moreover, as the head of the Fiery Flame Sect, if you really want to bully the weak, I'm afraid you will be laughed at if it gets out, right? Otherwise, let's compete here to see whose fist is harder?"

Wang Yiming's words showed both his adherence to the rules and his sarcasm and provocation towards Zhou Song's behavior.

His words were like an invisible force, impacting Zhou Song's inner defenses, forcing the leader of the Liehuo Sect to re-evaluate the current situation.

When Zhou Song heard this, his expression changed slightly, and his gaze stayed on Wang Yiming for a moment, as if he was measuring the other party's strength and determination.

Finally, he snorted coldly and retracted the pressure he had released, with a hint of unwillingness and helplessness flashing in his eyes.

He took a deep look at Song Yun, as if he wanted to engrave this face into his heart, and then turned and left with his sect disciples, leaving only a cold sentence echoing in the air: "Wang Yiming, you don't have to be complacent. Our Liehuo Sect will never let this matter go!"

As the Fiery Flame Sect's entourage left, the atmosphere at the scene gradually returned to calm.

Song Yun looked at the back of Master Wang Yiming, his heart filled with gratitude and respect.

He took a deep breath to calm his breathing which was a little rapid due to the tense confrontation just now, then took a step forward solemnly, bowed deeply to the headmaster Wang Yiming, and said in a sincere and firm voice: "Thank you for saving my life, headmaster."

Wang Yiming turned around and looked at Song Yun with a gentle and deep gaze, with a hint of approval in his eyes.

He gently waved his hand, indicating that Song Yun did not need to be polite, then turned around and faced all the Qingyun Sect disciples, and announced in a loud and majestic voice: "All disciples, listen up, board the Qingyun ship immediately and prepare to set off back to the sect."

As the Qingyun Sect's leader gave the order, the disciples of the Qingyun Sect responded one after another. They quickly and orderly gathered towards the Qingyun ship docked not far away.

On the Qingyun ship, as the spacecraft flew steadily, tranquility gradually returned to the cabin.

Song Yun stood by the side of the ship, looking at the vast sea of ​​clouds outside the window, but his heart was filled with turmoil.

Just now, Qingyun Sect's leader Wang Yiming specifically called him aside and revealed an important piece of information to him, which gave him a deeper understanding of the previous battle in the secret realm.

Wang Yiming, the leader of the Qingyun Sect, stood on the spacious deck of the Qingyun ship. His eyes were deep and finally fell on Song Yun. He waved his hand to set up a soundproof ban.

All around them were Qingyun Sect disciples who were either talking in whispers or practicing quietly, but at this moment, all the sounds seemed to be away from the two of them.

Wang Yiming spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful, every word clearly reaching Song Yun's ears: "Song Yun, I need to ask you something, please answer truthfully. Did you really kill someone from the Fiery Flame Sect in the secret realm?"

This question, like an invisible hammer, struck Song Yun's heart.

He looked up at Wang Yiming. He knew very well that any concealment would be futile in the face of the headmaster's questioning.

So, he nodded, his voice firm and clear: "Yes, Master, I did kill the disciple of the Fiery Flame Sect."

Sect Master Wang Yiming's tone was filled with a bit of solemnity and concern. He slowly said, "Song Yun, there is something I must tell you. The disciple of the Fiery Flame Sect that you killed in the secret realm was no ordinary person. He was the favorite student of the Second Elder of the Fiery Flame Sect. And this Second Elder is the confidant of the Sect Master of the Fiery Flame Sect and an important figure in the Sect Master's faction. Therefore, this matter may cause quite a stir within the Fiery Flame Sect."

At this point, a trace of worry flashed across the eyes of Sect Leader Wang Yiming, but he quickly regained his determination.

"However, Song Yun, you don't need to worry too much. We in the Qingyun Sect will do our best to protect you within the sect. You just need to practice with peace of mind and improve your strength. But if you are out there, be sure to be careful of the people from the Liehuo Sect. They may resent you for this matter and even take revenge on you."

The gaze of Qingyun Sect's head, Wang Yiming, lingered on Song Yun for a moment, as if to confirm whether he really understood what he had just said.

Then, he turned around slightly, looking at the boundless sea of ​​clouds ahead, his tone was a bit vicissitudes and profound: "Of course, Song Yun, you have to understand that the world of immortal cultivation has its own unique rules and order. One of the unwritten rules is that the grudges and hatreds between the younger generations should be resolved by them themselves, and the older generation of strong people should not easily interfere. This is not only to maintain the balance and harmony of the world of immortal cultivation, but also a kind of experience and test for the younger generation."

Wang Yiming turned around slowly, his eyes fell on Song Yun again, his eyes flashing with wisdom: "On the surface, almost all immortal sects and masters will abide by this rule, because no one wants to break this delicate balance and cause unnecessary disputes and conflicts. But secretly, there are always some people with ill intentions who try to use loopholes in the rules to achieve their own goals. Therefore, you must not only improve your own strength, but also learn how to keep a clear mind and keen insight in the complex and ever-changing world of immortal cultivation."

At this point, Wang Yiming's tone became more solemn: "Song Yun, remember, the road to immortality is not an easy one, and every step is full of unknowns and dangers. But as long as you have justice in your heart, stick to your heart, and have the courage to face challenges, nothing can stop you from moving forward. And Qingyun Sect will always be your strongest backing."

As Song Yun listened to the teachings of Master Wang Yiming, his heart was filled with gratitude and admiration.

He bowed deeply, his voice firm and powerful: "I understand, Master. I will keep your teachings in mind, practice hard, and live up to the sect's high expectations."

Wang Yiming nodded with satisfaction, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

Song Yun looked at the rolling sea of ​​clouds outside the Qingyun ship, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

After a while, Song Yun sat cross-legged in a corner of the Qingyun ship and closed his eyes to rest.

Not long after, with a vibration, the Qingyun ship returned to the Qingyun Sect.