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This scene left all the cultivators below stunned once again! They simply couldn't believe their ears!

Shen Mo breathed a long sigh of relief, but on the surface, he maintained that "helpless" expression and cupped his hands in greeting:

"Senior, you flatter me. The Ancestral Master's sword intent manifested on its own, and I could not control it. However, since it is a misunderstanding, I presume the sword intent will not actually harm you. But... regarding the entrance fee to the Water Mansion..."

"Admission fee? What admission fee!" Master Jin Yan immediately interjected, his tone becoming unusually "amiable."

"Young friend and fellow disciple, since you are destined to enter this water palace, you are naturally free to do so without any charge! Not only you, but all fellow Daoists present today are welcome to enter for free to seek opportunities! My Lieyang Sect will not stand in your way!"

Upon hearing this, the previously despairing rogue cultivators and small sect cultivators below were first stunned, and then erupted into earth-shaking cheers!

"It's free! You can get in for free!"

"Many thanks to Master Jin Yan! Many thanks to my young friend from Qingyun Sect!"

"Long live the Qingyun Sect!"

In an instant, countless grateful and awe-inspiring gazes were cast upon Shen Mo and his group of five on the cliff!

At this moment, the name of Qingyun Sect was deeply imprinted in the hearts of every cultivator present!

Jin Yan Zhenren listened to the cheers below, his face turning red and then pale, but he dared not show it in the slightest.

All he wanted now was to get out of this hellhole as soon as possible! That Starlight Sword, like the Sword of Damocles, hung over his head, making him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles!

"Young friend...look...at this sword intent..." Jin Yan Zhenren asked cautiously.

Shen Mo looked up at the still-condensed, unyielding light sword in the sky, feeling uncertain. He had no idea how long it could last! The system only mentioned guiding star power, but didn't explain what to do next!

Just when he was in a dilemma—

"snort."

A faint, yet seemingly soul-piercing, cold snort suddenly rang out.

This cold snort carried an indescribable indifference and... a faint displeasure.

With that cold snort, the starlight sword that stretched across the sky trembled slightly, then began to rapidly become illusory, eventually turning into specks of starlight and dissipating into the world.

It was as if... it had never existed.

But that terrifying sword intent that transcended all living beings still lingered in everyone's hearts, never dissipating.

The pressure vanished instantly!

Jin Yan Zhenren felt as if he had been granted a pardon and let out a long sigh of relief. Only then did he realize that his Taoist robe was completely soaked with cold sweat!

He gave Shen Mo a deep look, his eyes filled with complex and unfathomable emotions. He dared not linger for a moment longer, and his figure transformed into a golden light, shooting towards the distant sky without looking back, not even caring about his disciples!

That speed was more than twice as fast as when we came!

Upon seeing this, the disciples of the Lieyang Sect exchanged bewildered glances, then scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing in panic from this place that had caused them such humiliation.

Above the vast circular body of water, only the void, which seemed to still hold the lingering power of a terrifying sword intent, and... a deathly silence remained.

The silence lasted for about three breaths.

Immediately, it exploded like boiling water being poured into a hot oil pan!

"My God! Look... did you see that? What was that just now?!"

"One sword! Just a lightsaber! It scared away a Golden Core cultivator!"

"The Qingyun Sect! It was summoned by the Qingyun Sect! Their patriarch has manifested!"

"Nascent Soul! This is definitely a Nascent Soul Sword Immortal level technique! Otherwise, how could it have terrified True Person Jin Yan like that!"

"What exactly is the Qingyun Sect? How come I've never heard of it before?"

"Quickly! Send this message back! The Yunmeng Marsh has changed! A mysterious sect has emerged that can summon Nascent Soul sword intent!"

Exclamations, whispers, and the sounds of communication talismans activating rose and fell, creating utter chaos!

All eyes were drawn to the cliff that now appeared incredibly mysterious and majestic, as if by a magnet, and to the five seemingly insignificant figures who had created an astonishing miracle!

Awe, shock, disbelief, inquiry, fervor... a complex mix of emotions intertwined and churned on every face!

The news that "Qingyun Sect summoned the phantom of a Nascent Soul Sword Immortal, startling the Golden Core Elder of Lieyang Sect" spread like a storm that swept everything, at a speed far beyond anyone's imagination, wildly towards the outer reaches of Yunmeng Marsh, towards Qingtai Market, and towards even more distant places!

However, the five members of Qingyun Sect, who were at the eye of the storm, were experiencing something quite different.

"Master...Master...have we...have we gotten ourselves into a huge mess?" Zhang Daniu slumped to the ground, his face ashen, and asked tremblingly.

He hadn't yet recovered from the combined impact of the Golden Core's oppressive aura and the earth-shattering sword intent.

"Trouble? Bullshit!" Although Shi Tie was still shaken, he felt an indescribable excitement and exhilaration. He slapped Zhang Daniu's shoulder so hard he almost broke him.

"Didn't you see? Even a Golden Core cultivator was scared away by our patriarch! This is an incredible display of power! From now on, let's see who dares to look down on our Qingyun Sect!"

Su Xiao and Zhao Qingyan supported each other, their pretty faces still pale with shock, but their beautiful eyes sparkled with an unprecedented brilliance.

They gazed at the tall, slightly slender figure ahead, their eyes filled with boundless admiration and trust. It was their sect leader, who had once again led them to create a miracle!

With his back to everyone, Shen Mo took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the churning blood and the weariness deep within his soul.

The thrilling game he just played, though he appeared calm and collected, actually involved him walking a tightrope with every step, leaving him mentally exhausted.

Especially that last cold snort, which seemed to come from nowhere, sent a chill down his spine.

That was definitely not a power that the system or he could control!