I was hiding in the village and became the Grandmaster of all things!

Wan Bo held a long knife in his hand, and his usually cold and indifferent face had lost its former coldness, replaced by an indescribable astonishment.

"Fairy Qingyue..."

He murmured to himself, his eyes fixed on the woman who suddenly appeared in front of him and the familiar golden moon wheel in her hand. Ripples appeared in his heart, and the cloud of fear quietly enveloped his heart.

As a powerful figure from one of the ten major sects in the Xia Kingdom's cultivation world, Wan Bo had naturally heard of Qingyue, the elder of Tianyi Sect, and could even be said to know a thing or two about him.

However, among all this information, the most unforgettable one is the golden moon that freely shuttles through the night sky, flashing with a cool light.

This golden moon wheel is not only the symbol of Qingyue, but also a unique landscape in the world of cultivation. Its reputation is so loud that it is enough to terrify any cultivator.

Although Qingyue rarely appears in the turmoil of the cultivation world, he spends more time hiding in Tianmen, devoting himself to cultivation and living in peace with the world.

However, in the few major battles of Tianyi Sect, Qingyue would always appear, making her, a fairy-like woman, famous throughout the cultivation world.

Because of this, even though Wan Bo failed to recognize Qingyue, who was standing with her face masked, at first glance, the golden moon wheel hanging beside her was like her identity badge, shining brightly and could not be ignored.

This golden moon wheel is the unique symbol of the elders of Tianyi Sect, symbolizing supreme glory and power.

Qingyue is always by the side of this child like a shadow. Could it be that this child is the hidden successor to the leader of Tianyi Sect?

Only such an astonishing genius can attract Fairy Qingyue to personally take on the responsibility of protecting him!

Thinking of this, beads of sweat appeared on Wan Bo's forehead, and the shock in his heart was beyond words.

Qingyue's voice was as cold as frost, gently brushing past her ears, carrying an undeniable majesty and indifference. The golden moon surrounding her was like the most dazzling star in the night sky, gleaming with a deep and mysterious light, adding a touch of otherworldly aura to her.

"Someone actually recognizes me. I guess you are no ordinary person in the Mingyue Sect..."

Her tone was calm, yet it held a power that should not be underestimated.

"Wan Ping of the Mingyue Sect, greetings to Fairy Qingyue."

There was a hint of respect in the other party's words, but it could not hide the pride of being a member of the sect.

Qingyue raised her eyebrows slightly, and the corners of her mouth curved up in an imperceptible arc. Her voice was still cold and clear: "Wan Ping? I haven't heard of him. Are you the protector of Mingyue Sect?"

"That's right." Wan Ping's answer was concise and clear, without any hesitation.

Qingyue's eyes instantly became sharp, as if she could see through people's hearts:

"The Mingyue Sect, one of the leading sects of righteousness, has actually spread outrageous rumors of digging up the Twin Lakes and drowning the people of Luohui. How is such behavior any different from those demonic sects despised by the world?"

Qingyue is naturally not someone who knows nothing about the obscure means of the righteous path. The secret calculations often only become topics of conversation after dinner, and no one will really care about them.

However, you actually dared to speak out those dirty things in public, which is a big taboo.

If she had never heard of this, hadn't witnessed it with her own eyes, Qingyue might have remained detached and kept silent. But now, this outspoken fellow was standing before her, openly challenging her bottom line.

Qingyue thought to herself that if she didn't kill this man, her name Qingyue would probably become a laughing stock in the world.

After Qingyue finished speaking, Wan Ping initially still held a glimmer of hope, thinking that Fairy Qingyue, who was also from one of the ten major sects of Xia Country, might consider the overall situation and not act rashly against the two of them.

However, the current situation seemed to be changing quietly. The cold light flashing in Qingyue's eyes clearly told him that today's matter would never be resolved so easily.

"Fairy Qingyue, we didn't know you were here, nor did we know this young man was from your Tianyi Sect. This is our fault. I hope you can forgive us."

Wan Ping said respectfully to Qingyue.

"Forgive me. I'm no longer an elder of Tianyi Sect, and Xiaofan is not a member of Tianyi Sect either. So, you don't need my forgiveness, and I don't need your forgiveness either, so..."

"Huh..."

Before he finished speaking, the bright golden moon beside Qingyue suddenly shone brightly, as if it contained endless power. Then, it turned into a stream of light and disappeared from the spot.

A crisp sound like glass breaking suddenly rang out in the quiet night sky, breaking the silence around.

Everyone looked up and saw a dazzling golden light flash across the dark sky, like a meteor across the night sky, leaving a brilliant trail.

Then, the golden light seemed to accelerate instantly. Everyone's eyes blurred and they saw the old man called Wan Ping's body tremble violently. His eyes involuntarily rolled up, revealing an expression of inexplicable horror.

Then, the old man's body fell slowly and irresistibly towards the cold and hard ground like a puppet without support.

"Boom..."

The old man who had once made people's hearts frightened died so suddenly, and was unable to withstand even a single move from the woman.

Her figure is as graceful as a ghost, yet it contains a profound power that is difficult to guess.

Who is this woman? What level of cultivation has she reached?

Everyone present couldn't help but feel ripples in their hearts, their thoughts racing as they tried to uncover the mystery.

Amidst all the astonishment and speculation, the one who was most secretly proud was none other than His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

His eyes flickered, and he felt secretly pleased. Ma Weihao's support and protector had actually died here in such a humiliating way. He imagined that Ma Weihao must be terrified at this moment, trembling all over, shivering in endless fear.

Si Qingchuan stared at Lin Fan and the others with burning eyes, as if he wanted to see through them.

He was secretly thinking about how to get to know Lin Fan and his group.

After all, the extraordinary temperament revealed in this group of people's every move is truly eye-catching.

What is particularly crucial is that the little boy who has just shown his skills is actually accompanied by a warrior of unfathomable strength as a guardian.

This makes people imagine that there must be a very powerful force and background behind the little boy.

The scene not far away forms a sharp contrast with this side.

Ma Weihao, the arrogant and domineering figure not long ago, has now completely lost his previous arrogance.

His body was like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, shaking uncontrollably, and every subtle movement revealed his extreme panic.

Ever since he accidentally caught sight of the meaningful conversation between Wan Bo and Qing Yue, an ominous premonition had hung over his heart like a dark cloud, making him realize that he might be facing an unprecedented crisis.

Ma Weihao, a guy who has always believed in bullying the weak and fearing the strong, is as fickle as a chameleon in the face of power.

Before he joined the Mingyue Sect, he was always respectful and servile to Si Qingchuan, as if the other party was a mountain he could not look up to.

However, once he gained some status, his true colors were immediately revealed, and he became arrogant and domineering to the extreme.

But at this moment, facing the possible disaster, his inflated self-confidence collapsed in an instant, and he returned to his nature of being timid in front of the strong.

After Qingyue casually ended Wan Bo's life, the Moon Golden Wheel seemed to sense the will of its master and quickly retracted. Then she spun lightly and silently merged into Lin Fan's back, like an imperceptible light in the night.

Lin Fan held a long sword that gleamed with cold light, his eyes fixed squarely on Ma Weihao.

Those eyes were sharp and deep, as if they could see through people's most hidden fears.

Ma Weihao's body trembled violently, as if he was hit by an invisible force, and his soul was shaken.

He knew very well that he was no match for Lin Fan on his own. What's more, there was a mysterious woman with unfathomable strength hiding behind Lin Fan, and her threat made him feel heavy in his heart.

He held the spear tightly in his left hand, which was still flashing with a cold light, and in the other hand he held the thunder hammer tightly. Both of them were his support, but at this moment they seemed so powerless.

Countless thoughts flashed through Ma Weihao's mind, and finally converged into a humble and helpless idea - perhaps, begging for mercy was his only chance of survival?

However, as soon as this thought emerged, it was shattered by Lin Fan's unquestionable gaze, leaving him with mixed feelings and at a loss.