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Elder Wu Shu bowed to the sect leader and left.

Hua Yuan clenched her fists, and her body began to tremble.

He thought to himself, "When have I ever suffered such humiliation since I was a child? I never had to go through so much trouble to kill a minor cultivator before. It's all Chen An's fault."

With a cold laugh, Hua Yuan looked at the sect leader and said, "Major matters within the sect should be decided by you."

The sect leader looked at Hua Yuan's face, which was contorted with anger, and gave a bitter smile. Hua Yuan didn't seem to be asking for cooperation; rather, it seemed like he was giving Zhao Ning Sect a chance.

He heard Elder Wu Shu's words clearly. If he really wanted to join forces to kill Chen An, he would have stopped Elder Wu Shu long ago.

The stronger you are, the less you should back down.

The five major sects are roughly equal in strength. If he is intimidated by the elders of the Dushi Sect, then the Zhaoning Sect will become the Dushi Sect's subordinate, won't it?

"What you said about a joint effort to eliminate them without damaging the reputation of the Zhaoning Sect makes a lot of sense. It's just a pity that the Zhaoning Sect and the Dushi Sect have different founding principles. If I agree today, I'm afraid I won't be able to see the martyrs of the Zhaoning Sect again."

Hua Yuan's lips twitched a few times as she glanced around the room and glared fiercely at the sect leader.

A surge of resentment erupted from his head; at this rate, he was not far from falling into demonic ways.

The sect leader paused for a moment, smiled, pointed outside, and said softly, "Please."

Although his voice was soft, he mobilized all his spiritual energy when he spoke.

Hua Yuan's head twisted uncontrollably from side to side, her mouth opened and closed repeatedly. After repeating this several times, she swept the tea set off the table and began to laugh wildly.

"It's just a small Chen'an; Zhao Ningzong is far too confused about what's important."

Hua Yuan kicked over the stool she had just been sitting on. Still not satisfied, she tried to overturn the table, but the sect leader held her down with one hand.

He looked up and glared angrily at the sect leader, then tried to lift the table three times with all his might, but to no avail.

Realizing the vast difference in their cultivation levels, Hua Yuan finally regained some composure.

Anyone who dares to act so wildly on someone else's turf will not get away with it, no matter who they are.

If Hua Yuan had encountered Xu Wuhen while she was in the wilderness, she would probably have already collapsed to the ground, her cultivation completely dissipated, leaving her only with her life, barely clinging to life in this world.

Hua Yuan knew she had been rude, but showed no remorse. She stepped on the broken cup and walked straight out of Zhaoning Sect.

He traveled in a great hurry, attracting the attention of many disciples of the Zhaoning Sect.

He was filled with rage and had nowhere to vent it, so he suddenly bumped into the woman who was walking slowly forward.

Seeing that the other party was a Nascent Soul cultivator at the early stage, he roared, "You blind fool, get out of my way!"

"Who do you think you are, daring to insult Senior Sister Yao?"

The person Hua Yuan bumped into was Yao Jingxin, the strongest in the martial arts arena, who unfortunately lost to Chen An.

Disciples of the Zhaoning Sect gathered from all directions, surrounding Hua Yuan and his entourage. Their faces were grim, as if they intended to execute them on the spot.

Yao Jingxin said, "You must be Elder Hua Yuan of the Dushi Sect. I have long admired your name."

Hua Yuan's forehead was covered in a fine sweat. He hadn't expected the disciples of Zhaoning Sect to be so fearless, not even flinching at the sight of a Nascent Soul stage expert. Fortunately, there were still reasonable people in the sect.

"Yes, who are you?"

Looking at his embarrassed appearance, Yao Jingxin looked down on him. A Nascent Soul stage expert, yet he was afraid of these small fry in front of him. She wondered how he had managed to break through to the next level.

"It's not important." Yao Jingxin waved his hand, making way for him.

Hua Yuan wanted to thank him, but didn't know how to start. After walking a dozen meters, she was stopped by someone behind her.

"I heard that before Meng Huan, you were the youngest Nascent Soul cultivator on the entire continent. I used to have some respect for you, but now I realize I was overthinking it."

Hua Yuan's teeth chattered as she was about to turn her head when her attendant stopped her. "Elder, if a conflict breaks out here, it's like lambs entering a tiger's den. Even if the Zhao Ning Sect really punishes us, the sect leader can't say anything."

"Only those who laugh last are the strong. To say such things, one must first break through to the Nascent Soul stage."

Yao Jingxin said calmly, "Turbulent times produce many capable and ambitious people. I hope that when I break through to the Nascent Soul stage, you will still be alive."

"Of course not."

Hua Yuan spoke politely, but apart from himself, almost no one believed him, including his entourage.

At the hour of Yin (3-5 AM) in the dead of night, most people in the Zhaoning Sect's territory, except for those cultivators who were in deep meditation, were asleep.

The perilous peaks are not connected, and the cool moonlight shines on the picturesque scenery, making it impossible to look away.

At the foot of the mountain, the lights were still on, and there were many drunken cultivators in the tavern.

From the stalls in the corner came low growls, sounding just like wild beasts in the forest.

The dazed, drunk man, dragging his heavy steps, stepped forward and lifted the tarpaulin, only to have his hand bitten by an eight- or nine-year-old child.

Before he could free his hand, his arm had already turned blue and purple.

The alcohol numbed my body, so the bite didn't hurt much.

Seeing that the child didn't know what was good for him, he staggered into the next tavern.

When he knelt on the ground with bloodshot eyes, everyone assumed he was drunk.

At dawn, a group of agile cultivators rushed into the Zhaoning Sect.

The elders, who were resting with their eyes closed, immediately sensed something was wrong and rushed over. More than a thousand disciples in the sect had already died or been injured.

Solving the unrest was effortless, but every cultivator was unique. To the Zhaoning Sect, he was just one of tens of thousands of disciples, but to his family and friends, it was far too cruel.

"check."

One word encapsulates the wish of everyone in the Zhaoning Sect.

Nearly half of the disciples rushed down the mountain like madmen, and before long, Xu He came up the mountain carrying a five or six-year-old child.

The child trembled as he took out a piece of candy, tears glistening in his eyes; he looked very pitiful.

The sect leader accepted the candy, while Elder Changtian took the child and named him Yu Nuan.

The pale green candy wrapper was peeled off, revealing a crystal-clear, fruit-shaped candy.

The sect leader exerted a little force with two fingers, and the candy shattered, revealing a wisp of black mist.

Elder Haotian revealed a hint of murderous intent and said in a deep voice, "Fate Thread."

No one can refute this result, but as everyone knows, Yuanlu is dead.

Elder Changtian, equally displeased, said, "Her successor."

Xu He said, "The child said it was given to him by a man who came from a sect. He was wearing a yellow robe, and the people behind him were all dressed in white."

"We should have killed that bastard Hua Yuan!" Elder Wu Shu cried out in regret.

The sect leader patted his shoulder lightly, glanced at Yao Jingxin, summoned his weapon, and went alone to the Dushi Sect.

Elder Haotian grabbed Elder Changtian and said, "You take charge of the situation." He then followed on his sword.

The other elders gave Elder Changtian a trusting look, instructed their disciples to take care of the sect, and then all flew away on their swords.

Elder Changtian was furious, but she had no choice but to stop. She had the fewest disciples, and none of the thousands who had sacrificed their lives were hers. It was most appropriate for her to stay.

However, even after things have escalated to this point, Elder Mingsan has not shown up. If it were someone else, it would be understandable, but this could never happen to Mingsan. She knows her junior brother better than anyone else.

"Qingxuan, go back with Minglang and find Elder Mingsan to inform me."

Qingxuan said, "Understood, Master." Then he left with the others from Mingsan Peak.