The Black Lotus Reborn: The Entire Sect Kneels and Begs for My Forgiveness

"Shut up. If you keep making noise, I'll refine you into powder."

Ye Yunong's face was cold, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and the Langya sword at her waist trembled incessantly, as if venting her dissatisfaction.

Ye Yunong reached out and pressed down hard on the hilt of the sword to prevent the Langya Sword from being drawn from its sheath.

Upon hearing Ye Yunong's words, Qin Nanhuai's transparent figure, which had been restless within the sword, instantly froze. He felt a chill run down his spine, recalling his senior sister's swift and decisive methods after her rebirth. If he really angered her, he would definitely be turned into a pool of molten iron.

So he immediately became as quiet as a chicken, shrinking into the sword and daring not to make a sound.

Meng Qingchen's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile, as she thought to herself,

"Fourth Junior Brother really can't change his ways. Does Senior Sister really need his help to become stronger?"

However, he didn't dare say it aloud, but just muttered it to himself.

"What did you say?"

The fat elder opposite him had a face that turned red, his cheeks trembling with anger, and he stared at Ye Yunong with wide eyes.

The onlookers, mostly Earth Immortals, couldn't help but burst into laughter. One of them, dressed in a blue Taoist robe, said jokingly,

"Old Pang, you're just being nosy."

If I were you, I would have kicked that cat and dog out long ago.

Upon seeing this, Ye Yunong couldn't help but feel somewhat ashamed.

She forgot that she was connected to the Langya Sword by telepathy and could sense its movements, but the fat elder was unaware of this.

In his view, Ye Yunong had just been cursing him.

“Don’t mock me there, I know you’re just jealous of me.”

When the young master went off to gain experience, he entrusted me with all matters, big and small.

Although the fat elder was somewhat annoyed, he did not immediately turn hostile because of his identity and responsibilities.

After cursing the group of Earth Immortals, he glared fiercely at Ye Yunong, his eyes full of disdain.

"Little girl, before I lose my temper, go back to where you came from."

As he spoke, he raised his large, thick hand, which resembled a palm-leaf fan, and swung it sharply.

Spiritual energy gathered in his palm, and suddenly, a hurricane rose from the ground.

In an instant, a gale howled, whipping up sand and stones from the ground.

Ye Yunong and Long Jia were violently blown away by this powerful force. Ye Yunong's long hair was blown into disarray by the wind, and her skirt was also blown high into the air.

Once the two regained their footing, they looked ahead and saw that the group of Earth Immortals had long since disappeared, with only a trace of spiritual energy remaining in the air.

Ye Yunong was about to lift her foot, but as soon as she took a step, a powerful hurricane swept over her.

Ye Yunong's expression changed slightly, a hint of vigilance flashing in her eyes. She quickly formed a hand seal, her true energy flowing at her fingertips, emitting a faint glow.

Her slender body stood firmly in place, like a pillar of strength, her hair blowing in the wind, but it did not affect her figure at all.

Long Jia wasn't so lucky; he was blown away like a kite and tumbled several times.

When he finally managed to get up, his face bruised and swollen, his hair was a mess and his clothes were covered in dust and grass clippings.

"As expected of a powerful Earth Immortal, his move was extraordinary. He must have cast some kind of spell on me and Long Jia, preventing us from getting close to Wuliang Palace."

Ye Yun's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly as she pondered to herself, but no panic appeared on her face.

She cleared her throat, straightened her back, and shouted loudly towards the direction of Wuliang Palace. Her voice was clear and firm, echoing in the air.

"Elder Pang, please wait."

Elder Pang, who had just seen Ye Yunong off, was now preparing to return.

He didn't pay attention to Ye Yunong's shouts at first.

Until Ye Yunong spoke again,

"Elder Pang, I have a way to save the old palace master."

Upon hearing Ye Yunong's words, Elder Pang and the other Earth Immortals stopped in their tracks and turned around in unison.

Elder Pang, in particular, his somewhat chubby face flushed red with excitement, and his previously squinted eyes widened in shock.

But Elder Pang only thought about it for a moment, and the expectant look on his face vanished instantly. He muttered to himself,

"I almost fell for that kid's trick."

How could she, a mere Nascent Soul cultivator, possibly know the whereabouts of the old palace master?

As he spoke, he flicked his wide sleeves and prepared to continue walking back.

"Nine Hells Demon Cave".

Just as Elder Pang was about to ignore Ye Yunong, her clear, cold voice drifted out unhurriedly.

Upon hearing these four words, Elder Pang's steady steps instantly faltered, he stumbled, and his obese body swayed slightly.

His figure, which had already turned to leave, appeared in front of Ye Yunong in an instant, like a black lightning bolt.

His chubby hand, with a gust of wind, was about to cover Ye Yunong's mouth.

Almost at the same moment, two dazzling beams of light shone directly at us.

Elder Pang was taken aback. He suddenly pulled back, his large body taking a big step backward. When his feet landed, the ground sank slightly.

Then came a black flag, embroidered with mysterious runes, emanating a faint black mist.

Another sword, gleaming coldly with an exquisitely carved hilt, instantly blocked Ye Yunong's path.

The black flag fluttered in the wind, and the swords gleamed with a cold luster in the sunlight.

"These two magical treasures have actually developed sentience and know how to protect their owner."

Elder Pang's eyes widened like copper bells, filled with astonishment.

He looked Ye Yunong up and down, his eyes filled with doubt. At this moment, Ye Yunong's moon-white dress fluttered in the wind, making her look exceptionally graceful.

Who exactly are you?

Why do we have two such powerful magical treasures?

How did you find out about the old palace master?

Elder Pang's voice carried a hint of urgency. He took a step forward, his hands slightly clenched into fists, as if trying to find the answer on Ye Yunong's face.

"Elder Pang, you don't need to worry, I am not an enemy of Wuliang Palace."

On the contrary, I am your friend, and I am here to help you.

Ye Yunong's lips curled up, revealing a gentle smile. Her eyebrows curved, and her gaze was clear and sincere.

"Hmph, what help can a little girl like you be to us?"

"Tell me the truth, how did you know about the old palace master?"

Elder Pang's face was full of doubt, and the flesh on his cheeks trembled as he spoke.

As he spoke, he casually waved his hand, and spiritual energy gathered in his palm, instantly enveloping the two of them in a faint barrier.

The barrier glowed faintly, isolating them from the outside world, so that their conversation could not be heard by those outside.

A knowing glint flashed in Ye Yunong's eyes. She narrowed her eyes slightly and thought to herself, "It seems that my guess was right."

The old palace master of Wuliang Palace has disappeared, just like her ancestor, Tianlong Jiushi.