Chapter 11 Arrival

The Elders of the Hengyue Sect were completely dumbfounded, having no idea what the Xuandao Sect was trying to pull.

At that moment, a furious roar rang out, suddenly snapping the falling Disciples of the Xuandao Sect back to their senses.

Then, one by one, they formed hand seals and cast spells, slowly descending from mid-air.

As for that Black Centipede, it seemed to have been frightened out of its wits, its body still plummeting straight down.

If it were allowed to smash into the plaza, even if the Black Centipede did not die, it would suffer severe injuries from the fall.

An elderly man with a dark expression was seen reaching out and gently supporting the Black Centipede.

The hundred-zhang-long Black Centipede instantly felt as light as a feather, slowly landing upon the plaza.

As soon as the Black Centipede hit the ground, as if startled by something, it rapidly crawled into a corner and curled up into a ball.

"Fellow Daoist Ouyang, your esteemed Sect's grand entrance is truly unique!"

Master Huanglong spoke with a peculiar expression toward the elderly man who had caught the Black Centipede.

The Elders and Inner Sect Disciples of the Hengyue Sect likewise looked at the elderly man with strange expressions.

Hearing Master Huanglong's words, the elderly man's already dark Face instantly grew even gloomier.

He had no idea what madness had seized the Thousand-Foot Centipede today, causing his Xuandao Sect to completely lose Face in front of the Hengyue Sect.

Originally, he had intended to use the prestige of the Thousand-Foot Centipede to give the Hengyue Sect a rude awakening and let them properly witness the power of the Xuandao Sect.

Never had he expected such a major mishap to occur.

He must be remembered that he had come with a mission; losing Face was a minor matter, but if he botched the task entrusted by that person, Ouyang Qing's fate would definitely not be pleasant.

At this moment, Ouyang Qing felt the urge to slap the Thousand-Foot Centipede to death with a single palm.

"Fellow Daoist Huanglong, for some unknown reason, this Thousand-Foot Centipede had a minor issue today, making your esteemed Sect laugh at us."

"However, the twenty-year period has arrived once again. If my Xuandao Sect wins this time, your Hengyue Sect must keep your promise."

"Not only must you hand over the one hundred and thirty-seven Magic Treasures snatched from our Xuandao Sect back then, but you must also present two hundred Flying Swords as an apology!"

True to being an old hand, Ouyang Qing recovered his normal expression in the blink of an eye before speaking to Master Huanglong.

Sect Leader Master Huanglong maintained an ordinary expression, showing neither joy nor anger, and said calmly,

"Fellow Daoist Ouyang, if the Xuandao Sect wins this time, the promises made in the past will naturally be carried out accordingly."

"But if you lose, do not be reluctant to hand over the Xuandao Sect's Cultivation Technique for controlling Spirit Beasts!"

Right at that moment, all the Disciples of the Xuandao Sect landed on the ground, each of their expressions somewhat unsightly.

Sun Xuan watched these Xuandao Sect Disciples with great interest.

The two people standing at the very front should be Liu Feng and Liu Mei; true to expectation, the man was handsome and the woman alluring.

As soon as these two appeared, they captivated a group of Inner Sect Disciples from the Hengyue Sect.

The Xuandao Sect had pulled off such a stunt, and then announced that these two possessed single Water Spiritual Root Physiques and supreme Aptitude.

This directly reclaimed all the Face they had lost moments ago.

While listening to the bickering between the two Sects, Sun Xuan cast his gaze toward the middle-aged man standing at the very back.

Looking at his crane-among-chickens demeanor, it went without saying that this must undoubtedly be Zhou Peng, the strongest Disciple of the Xuandao Sect.

As Sun Xuan sized up the crowd from the Xuandao Sect, he considered whether he should leave the Hengyue Sect in advance.

This would prevent any complications in case the two Sects dropped all pretenses and Punanzi of the Xuandao Sect made a move.

Right when Sun Xuan was pondering whether to take Wang Lin and run away ahead of time,

Sun Xuan suddenly sensed an indistinct yet overwhelmingly powerful aura manifesting not far from the mountain gate of the Hengyue Sect.

Feeling this aura, Sun Xuan's heart suffered a violent jolt.

Sun Xuan had already guessed the owner of this aura; it should be Punanzi, the Nascent Soul patriarch of the Xuandao Sect.

"I never expected Punanzi to have already arrived near the Hengyue Sect by this time. It seems the Xuandao Sect's destruction of the Hengyue Sect this time is a foregone conclusion."

"As for this sparring exchange, it is merely an excuse to annihilate the Hengyue Sect."

Thinking up to this point, Sun Xuan did not dare to act rashly for the time being.

If he were to leave the Hengyue Sect alone and get intercepted and killed by Punanzi midway, he would not have the certainty of defeating a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator.

It would be better to wait until Punanzi was too preoccupied while annihilating the Hengyue Sect, and then slip away amidst the chaos along with everyone else.

Just as Sun Xuan was lost in thought, Elder Daoxu to the side spoke to Wang Zhuo:

"Wang Zhuo, you are responsible for properly entertaining these Disciples of the Xuandao Sect. If any mishaps occur, this Master will definitely not spare you!"

Wang Zhuo at the side immediately said respectfully,

"Master, rest assured, this Disciple will meticulously entertain the Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters of the Xuandao Sect!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Elder Daoxu and the other Elders led the three elderly men of the Xuandao Sect toward the main Sect hall.

Out of concern for Punanzi hiding in the shadows, Sun Xuan also silently followed the crowd toward the main Sect hall.

After Sun Xuan and the others left, the two factions of Disciples from the Xuandao Sect and the Hengyue Sect began interacting and chatting cheerfully.

Because Wang Lin had repeatedly failed to break through to the fourth layer of the Condensing Qi Stage, he was ostracized by everyone and could only sit alone on the steps of a corner.

Silently gazing at the sky, he actually appeared rather carefree.

At that exact moment, Wang Lin suddenly felt a malicious gaze spying on him.

Turning his head, he indeed saw Wang Zhuo in the distance looking over toward his direction with a fierce expression, then leading a group of Xuandao Sect Disciples as they walked toward him.

Then, Wang Zhuo's venom-filled voice traveled over from afar at this moment:

"Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters of the Xuandao Sect, you mentioned earlier that this Thousand-Foot Centipede loves eating living beasts.

During your esteemed group's stay at our Hengyue Sect these past few days, leave the matter of feeding the Thousand-Foot Centipede to us.

I have a Junior Brother who spent four years in seclusion in a place dense with Spiritual Qi, yet his cultivation unexpectedly only rose from the second layer of Qi Condensation to the third layer.

Cultivating and such matters are purely a waste of time for him; catching some wild beasts to feed the Thousand-Foot Centipede is simply too fitting for him!"

As soon as Wang Zhuo's voice fell, Liu Feng of the Xuandao Sect spoke with some hesitation:

"Senior Brother Wang Zhuo, wouldn't this matter be inappropriate?

The Thousand-Foot Centipede's wild nature has not been tamed, and it just suffered who knows what kind of stimulation earlier.

If a stranger feeds it, danger is very likely to occur!"

Hearing this, a trace of coldness involuntarily flashed through Wang Zhuo's eyes as he replied,

"Senior Brother Liu, rest assured, how could those pursuing immortality shrink back because of danger? Since you have traveled from afar as guests, these menial chores naturally need to be handled by us of the Hengyue Sect.

Don't you agree, Junior Brother Wang Lin!"

By this time, Wang Zhuo had already led people to Wang Lin's side, and without concealing the malice on his Face in the slightest, he spoke directly to Wang Lin.

Hearing Wang Zhuo's words, the other Xuandao Sect Disciples to the side all stopped speaking.

This Wang Lin obviously harbored a grudge against Wang Zhuo, and as outsiders, it was inconvenient for them to meddle in other people's business.

The moment Wang Zhuo finished speaking, the surrounding group of Inner Sect Disciples echoed in agreement one after another.

They remarked that this menial chore of feeding the Spirit Beast belonged to none other than Wang Lin, with expressions of mockery and ridicule clearly written all over their Faces.

Wang Lin could not be bothered to argue with these people, and moreover, he still harbored a small, hidden thought in his heart regarding this Thousand-Foot Centipede.

Now that Wang Zhuo was telling him to go feed the Thousand-Foot Centipede, it could be considered as fulfilling Wang Lin's own wish.