Chapter 101: Rampant Li Hu, it’s his own fault

Seeing the miserable state of Zhou Yuanshan and Sixth Elder, and then sweeping his gaze over the corpses of his clansmen scattered everywhere, a surge of anger rose in his eyes, and the surrounding air instantly became incredibly heavy.

"Greetings, Young Lord!"

The few remaining Zhou Family guards fell to their knees, trembling with excitement.

The other black-clad figures who had besieged the Zhou Family were already scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

They fell to their knees, kowtowing like pounding garlic, with excrement and urine flowing freely.

From the direction of the various Families in Luo City, exclamations rose one after another.

Countless gazes focused on the large characters on the flying boat.

Taichu Holy Land, Tenth Sequence!

These words were like a heavy hammer, striking hard at everyone's heart!

Fear, regret, and disbelief surged wildly in the hearts of the major Family members in Luo City!

They had missed a heaven-sent Opportunity!

An Opportunity to attach themselves to a Tai Chu Holy Son sequence!

A black-clad figure who had luckily survived was scared out of his wits.

He shrieked incoherently.

"It's not our fault! It's… it's Wei Yan! It's Wenxian Sect Grand Elder Li Hu! Li Hu instructed Wei Yan to come! He said… he said that as long as the Zhou Family was destroyed, Zhou Chen's Dao Heart would surely break! The Holy Land might abandon him! Please spare me, Saint Sir!"

Li Hu? Wenxian Sect Grand Elder Li Hu?

A cold light flashed in Zhou Chen's eyes, instantly understanding the Karma.

This old fellow was once Ye Chen's Master!

"So it was you, old dog, stirring up trouble behind the scenes."

Zhou Chen's voice was chillingly cold, without any emotional fluctuation.

He looked at the begging black-clad figure, unmoved.

The next moment, Xiao Hong slapped the black-clad figure to death.

"Old Mu."

Zhou Chen spoke indifferently, not even raising his head.

"Saint's command."

Mu Yuandao appeared silently behind Zhou Chen.

The corpses of his clansmen still had residual warmth, and Zhou Chen's gaze calmly swept over the kneeling, begging black-clad crowd.

"Clean them up. Not a single one left."

Zhou Chen's tone was as flat as if he were talking about crushing a group of ants.

Before he finished speaking, Mu Yuandao lightly pointed a finger.

Boom!

Dozens of golden flames that appeared out of thin air instantly engulfed them!

The black-clad figures' mournful screams lasted only half a breath before they turned into flying ash, not even their Divine Souls were spared!

The entire Luo City was terrifyingly silent.

"Next is Wenxian Sect, Grand Elder Li Hu."

Zhou Chen looked at Mu Yuandao, with only coldness in his eyes.

"Make his Divine Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering. If Wenxian Sect dares to obstruct…"

He paused slightly.

"Other than Liu Qingtian, it's fine to flatten Wenxian Sect."

"As you command, Holy Edict."

Mu Yuandao bowed, and as soon as his voice fell, his figure had already vanished into the Void Realm, disappearing.

Zhou Chen turned around, the coldness on his face receding, and quickly took out the Taichu Holy Land's healing Holy Medicine, feeding it to Zhou Yuanshan and Sixth Elder.

A vast amount of life essence instantly surged into their bodies, and the terrifying injuries that were just there were healing at a visible speed.

"Chen'er… Father…"

Zhou Yuanshan looked at the gilded Daoist robe on his son, too excited to speak.

"Father, Sixth Elder, rest assured and recover. I will handle everything."

Zhou Chen's tone was firm.

He waved his hand, and several bottles of top-grade Medicinal Pills flew towards the guards beside him.

"Distribute them, recover and heal, and recall all clansmen."

"Those who offend my Zhou Family, though far away, shall be punished!"

Zhou Chen's voice clearly reached every corner of Luo City, making all the major Families in Luo City tremble with fear.

…

Wenxian Sect, Sect Master Hall.

Acting Sect Master, Grand Elder Li Hu, was leisurely sipping tea, a hint of pride on his face.

He was calculating the time in his mind.

"That brat Wei Yan should have succeeded by now, right? What kind of expression will that little beast Zhou Chen have when he learns of his Family's tragic death? Hmph, a mere brat, lucky enough to enter the Holy Land, yet dares to be arrogant… Ah! !"

Before he could finish speaking, a mournful scream came!

The Void Realm in front of Li Hu suddenly cracked open, and a giant palm firmly seized him!

Li Hu discovered in horror that no matter how he activated his protective Magic Treasure, it was useless!

Pfft!

Li Hu's body was instantly twisted and deformed by the grip!

Even his Nascent Soul in his Dantian was swept into the palm by golden flames!

With a fierce squeeze!

"No—! ! ! !"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Bang!

A dull thud.

Li Hu, along with his Nascent Soul, completely turned into dust, leaving no trace!

Immediately, the giant palm disappeared into the Void Realm, as if it had never appeared, leaving only a scent of blood.

Deep within Wenxian Sect.

A decaying, obscure aura belonging to the Saint Realm suddenly fluctuated.

But as if sensing something, that aura once again became silent, pretending nothing had happened.

…

The once glorious main peak of Wenxian Sect now had sparse Spiritual Qi and a suppressed atmosphere.

Former Sect Master Liu Qingtian's residence was even more desolate.

His hair was completely white, his face emaciated, and his aura had weakened to the sixth layer of the Nascent Soul Realm.

He was like a flickering candle in the wind, with deep self-reproach and regret in his eyes.

"Sect Master Liu…"

A voice came.

"Cough cough… Not anymore."

Liu Qingtian's voice was hoarse, as he sat quietly.

Space subtly shifted, and Mu Yuandao's figure appeared.

This was the Holy Emissary of Taichu Holy Land?

"Is Zhou Chen here to claim my life? Fine, let this useless body end? It would be a release."

A flicker of vigilance flashed in Liu Qingtian's clouded eyes, followed by relief.

Mu Yuandao did not look at him, simply flicked his finger.

A jade bottle floated in front of Liu Qingtian, its stopper opening on its own.

An indescribably fragrant Medicinal Pill aroma instantly filled the entire Immortal Cave!

Just by smelling a whiff, Liu Qingtian's withered Nascent Soul instinctively trembled!

"This… this is?!"

Unbelievable light burst forth from Liu Qingtian's clouded eyes.

Saint-grade Medicinal Pill?!

No, not an ordinary Saint-grade Medicinal Pill!

"This is a Saint-grade top-tier Nine Revolutions Origin Returning Pill, and it has even fused with a trace of Innate Spiritual Source."

Mu Yuandao's voice was calm and without ripples.

"By the Holy Edict of Taichu Tenth Sequence Zhou Chen, given to Liu Qingtian, the grace of teaching from back then is now settled."

Holy Edict?

Taichu Holy Land Tenth Sequence?

Liu Qingtian's entire body trembled violently!

A Holy Edict that could command a Saint Realm expert?

The two words 'Zhou Chen' were like a thunderclap, stirring up monstrous waves in Liu Qingtian's heart!

It was that child!

Not only did Zhou Chen not hate him, but he also sent him the Nine Revolutions Origin Returning Pill, whose value was immeasurable.

Immense regret and guilt instantly overwhelmed Liu Qingtian!

His withered body trembled violently uncontrollably, and old tears streamed down his face!

"He… he is still…"

"The Saint is very well."

Mu Yuandao interrupted Liu Qingtian's words, his eyes deep.

"Take this pill, and take care of yourself."

Having said that, his figure had already disappeared.

Take care of yourself…

Liu Qingtian looked at the jade bottle floating before his eyes, crying and laughing.

Settled?

Zhou Chen said it was settled!

"Hahahahahahaha!"

Liu Qingtian fiercely snatched the jade bottle and swallowed the Medicinal Pill without hesitation!

Boom!

Terrifying vitality exploded within his Meridians, and his withered Nascent Soul was like a parched land meeting sweet rain, devouring frantically!

Nascent Soul Realm seventh layer!

Nascent Soul Realm eighth layer!

Nascent Soul Realm tenth layer Perfection!

Boom!!!

A vast pressure far exceeding the Nascent Soul Realm soared into the sky!

Feeling this aura, the few coffin lids deep within Wenxian Sect subtly vibrated, seemingly congratulating Liu Qingtian.

Although he had not fully condensed the Dao of the Saint Realm, that tangible power of a Half-Saint instantly enveloped the entire Wenxian Sect!

Liu Qingtian's grayish-white, withered hair instantly turned black at this moment.

His originally emaciated body now visibly filled out, his Qi and blood like a Dragon!

Half-Saint!

Liu Qingtian felt the surging power within his body, a myriad of emotions intermingling, finally turning into a complex sigh.