Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Myriad Swords Sect’s Challenge Letter
After consolidating his Golden Core Stage realm, Gu Chenfeng exited the Returning Ruins Illusion Realm.
Gu Chenfeng muttered to himself, "Absorbing the Earth Core Snow Lotus Liquid and Ice Soul Snow Lotus at the Fasting Stage might be a bit of a waste, but it was worth it for the breakthrough to the Golden Core Stage."
The Ice Soul Snow Lotus could have been refined into an Ice Attribute Elixir, but Gu Chenfeng was not an Alchemist and could not refine it.
If entrusted to Ling Qiushui, it would likely be lost forever.
Gu Chenfeng walked out of the main hall, and the little wolf pup came running respectfully, "Master, the Profound Nether Immortal Sect has set its sights on the Ancient Divine Sect."
"Are they after the elixirs?" Gu Chenfeng asked, frowning slightly.
"Exactly as Master said." The little wolf pup replied respectfully, "On the third day of Master’s cultivation, three elders from the Profound Nether Immortal Sect came. They wanted your uncle to hand over the refining technique for the elixirs, but your uncle refused."
"I also heard the Ancient Sect Leader and others say that the Profound Nether Immortal Sect won’t give up easily and that the Soul-Devouring Sect is supporting them from behind."
"Soul-Devouring Sect?" Gu Chenfeng frowned again, immediately recalling the powerful Soul-Devouring Sect member he encountered in the Imperial City.
Gu Chenfeng thought to himself, "It’s been so many years, that old guy from the Soul-Devouring Sect must still be alive; otherwise, the Soul-Devouring Sect couldn’t have become so powerful."
In the memory of the Eternal Celestial Emperor, during the seventh reincarnation, he once clashed with the Soul-Devouring Sect and crippled the then Sect Leader.
Gu Chenfeng asked again, "Did they fight?"
"No." The little wolf pup shook its head.
"Watch the Immortal Residence." Gu Chenfeng left a word and then headed to Lingyun Hall.
At this moment.
Ling Qiushui was busy with alchemy.
"Uncle Qiushui!" Gu Chenfeng called softly.
"Come in!" Ling Qiushui replied.
Watching Ling Qiushui practice alchemy, Gu Chenfeng said, "Uncle Qiushui, I’ve heard about the matter. Will our Divine Sect be in trouble?"
Glancing at Gu Chenfeng, Ling Qiushui retorted, "What’s wrong that anything should happen?"
"As long as there’s no trouble." Gu Chenfeng nodded, then added, "Uncle Qiushui, I’m planning to visit the Martial King’s Mansion, today itself, and it might take ten to fifteen days."
"Martial King’s Mansion?" Ling Qiushui was slightly startled, then stood up and reprimanded, "Why? Do you have a death wish? How long have you been at the Ancient Divine Sect? Has your cultivation improved? Who at the Martial King’s Mansion can you defeat?"
"Don’t you know there are Golden Core stage experts at the Martial King’s Mansion? Don’t you know the Heavenly Dao Sect is backing the Martial King’s Mansion? With your current abilities, what can you possibly do there?"
The more Ling Qiushui spoke, the more agitated she became, bombarding Gu Chenfeng with questions that left him dumbfounded.
"Bang!"
However, in her excitement, Ling Qiushui lost focus, and the Alchemy Furnace exploded, unleashing a terrifying burst of energy.
"Quick, move!" Ling Qiushui hurriedly grabbed Gu Chenfeng and disappeared.
Fortunately, she reacted quickly; otherwise, the terrifying power of the Alchemy Furnace would have severely injured Gu Chenfeng.
Outside the Alchemy Room.
Ling Qiushui grabbed Gu Chenfeng by the collar and scolded, "Gu Chenfeng, listen to me carefully. If your cultivation hasn’t reached the Golden Core stage, I’ll break your legs if you dare go to the Martial King’s Mansion!"
Seeing the emotional and angry Ling Qiushui, Gu Chenfeng quickly said, "Uncle Qiushui, calm down first, I..."
At this moment.
An anxious voice came through, "It’s bad, Uncle Qiushui, members of the Myriad Swords Sect are causing trouble again, and they’ve injured two disciples."
"Myriad Swords Sect?" Gu Chenfeng frowned slightly.
In the Eternal Celestial Emperor’s memory, the Ancient Divine Sect and Myriad Swords Sect had been old rivals for years.
Disciples of both sects often clashed during external training, resulting in injuries and deaths.
The two sects were nearly at war.
Ling Qiushui’s beautiful eyes flashed coldly as she said icily, "Ye Xingyun!"
With those words, Ling Qiushui’s graceful figure immediately vanished.
"Junior Brother, let’s hurry too." The disciple quickly shouted to Gu Chenfeng.
"Alright." Gu Chenfeng agreed and quickly followed.
At this moment.
In the Ancient Peak Plaza.
Zuo Qingyang, Liu Qingqing, and many other disciples had already gathered.
With just a flash, Ling Qiushui arrived at the Ancient Peak Plaza.
Several Nascent Soul Stage uncles of the Ancient Divine Sect also arrived in succession.
The terrifying aura of the Nascent Soul Middle Stage erupted, and Ling Qiushui said coldly, "Ye Xingyun, you’ve brought your disciples to cause trouble repeatedly; do you think the Ancient Divine Sect doesn’t dare to kill you?"
"Causing trouble?" Ye Xingyun smirked arrogantly, "Qiushui, disciples sparring is as normal as can be, how can you call it causing trouble? Moreover, the Myriad Swords Sect is here to collaborate with the Ancient Divine Sect, how could you kill me?"
Ling Qiushui’s threat seemed to mean nothing to Ye Xingyun.
An uncle said indifferently, "Ye Xingyun, the Ancient Divine Sect won’t collaborate with your Myriad Swords Sect. Leave swiftly, or bear the consequences!"
"No collaboration, so be it, it has nothing to do with my Myriad Swords Sect." Ye Xingyun shrugged, indifferent.
Ye Xingyun arrogantly said, "Since you don’t want to cooperate, my Myriad Swords Sect disciple has issued a challenge; surely you must accept it? Could it be that you’re afraid to take up the challenge?"
Upon hearing this.
Ling Qiushui and several uncles’ faces turned exceedingly dark.
The disciples of the Ancient Divine Sect were also infuriated, clenching their teeth.
"Zuo Qingyang, do you dare to accept the challenge? If you dare not, any disciple of the Ancient Divine Sect can accept it." A disciple said arrogantly, not regarding Zuo Qingyang at all.
This disciple was the chief disciple of the Myriad Swords Sect, Dongfang Qing.
Dongfang Qing was a genius disciple of the Dongfang Family and the chief disciple of the Myriad Swords Sect, with cultivation reaching the Late Stage of Golden Core.
"Senior Brother, ignore him, he’s already reached the Late Stage of Golden Core, he’s clearly bullying!" Liu Qingqing said softly, casting a cold and disgusted glance at Dongfang Qing.
Bai Tu gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Senior Brother, Dongfang Qing is clearly trying to embarrass you, and he’s Earth Attribute, with strong defense, don’t accept the challenge."
"That won’t do, the disciples of the Ancient Divine Sect are no cowards." Zuo Qingyang smiled gently, appearing fearless.
Gazing at Dongfang Qing, Zuo Qingyang said straightforwardly, "Dongfang Qing, I accept."
Upon hearing Zuo Qingyang accept the challenge, all the disciples cast surprised looks.
Dongfang Qing’s realm was Late Stage of Golden Core, and even if Zuo Qingyang had cultivated for half a month, he hadn’t reached that stage.
In this fight, Zuo Qingyang had no chance of winning.
Ling Qiushui slightly frowned, asking, "Zuo Qingyang, are you confident?"
"I’ll have to accept even without confidence." Zuo Qingyang smiled slightly, "As the chief disciple of the Ancient Divine Sect, I cannot let the sect lose face."
"Indeed, you are bold." Dongfang Qing sneered coldly, his figure turned into a stream of light and flashed away, leaving trails of afterimages behind him.
This demonstrated that Dongfang Qing’s body technique was extremely formidable.
"Zuo Qingyang, don’t say I’m bullying you; to be fair, I’ll only use eighty percent of my strength to avoid the shame of winning." Dongfang Qing said arrogantly, adopting an attitude of certain victory.