Under the brilliant starlight.
The vast Heavenly River, surging from nothingness, crashed into the massive demonic body with an irresistible pressure.
This starlight was not the fierce explosion of ordinary spell techniques.
The Six-Cycle Heavenly Flow technique was formless like water, with undercurrents surging within.
The moment the stellar river entered its body.
In just an instant, the enormous body collapsed with a roar.
Scorching demonic blood gushed out from its body, staining large areas of the ruins in a shocking manner.
This sudden change.
Instantly caused the Banzi Chamber of Commerce members struggling below, and the three Wusang Sect members with disdainful expressions in the clouds, to look towards that golden light with surprise and uncertainty.
Before anyone could see clearly.
The golden light had already appeared above the blood-colored narcissus.
As the golden light receded, a figure in snow-white robes was revealed.
The young woman's face was cold and indifferent as she lowered her head.
As her white robes billowed, thunder roared, and crimson flames mingled with icy white frost spread out.
She said nothing, merely raised her hand, clenched it into a fist, and smashed it down towards the blood-colored narcissus.
Boom—
A deafening roar tore through the dome.
The sky-filling poisonous blood lost control and fell rustling.
As if a mournful rain of blood was falling from the sky.
The young woman slowly retracted her fist, her face cold, and casually flicked off the bit of blood clinging to her sleeve.
"…"
Above the clouds.
Senior Brother Sima, who had been indifferent, now had his brows twitch slightly.
Senior Sister Liu and Junior Brother He beside him looked even more astonished.
They clearly hadn't expected anyone to dare intervene in the Wusang Sect's plans.
In truth, if one were to analyze it.
The Emerald Blood Narcissus falling from the sky was merely an ordinary spell technique conjured casually.
Not even the central palace dao chess piece within the Qi Sea had been used in the slightest.
In the southern Dream Cloud Realm, the Cultivators who could withstand this attack were not as numerous as cattle, but certainly not few.
But withstanding it was one thing.
It didn't mean just anyone was qualified to withstand it.
In this Yunmeng Township, there were countless Cultivators of exceptional cultivation.
Anyone with a bit of discernment would recognize what the dark red Dao robes on their bodies represented... The Wusang Sect had always acted arrogantly. If you took this move, you weren't just blocking the sky-filling poisonous blood.
It meant... you didn't put the Wusang Sect in your eyes at all.
Thinking of this.
Senior Brother Sima stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze gradually turning cold.
"People from the Jieqing Sect?"
Although the young woman was not wearing the uniform Dao robes of the Jieqing Sect.
At such a critical juncture, no one else would dare openly jump out to protect the Banzi Chamber of Commerce except the Jieqing Sect, who had also received a plea for help.
"…"
As the words echoed in mid-air.
The young woman did not look up at the clouds.
With a furious flap of her white robes, her figure plummeted, carrying the momentum of a thousand bolts of thunder, directly smashing downwards.
At this moment.
Seeing the white-robed young woman charging down, an undisguised horror finally appeared in its scarlet demonic eyes.
What's going on!
One after another... hearing the name of the Qianyuan Cave, aren't they afraid?!
Could it be that the Human Race of Yunmeng Township have forgotten who calls the shots in this world?!
"Wait... let me say something..."
It wanted to properly explain to the person in front of it the importance of a Qianyun Cave Disciple.
But the young woman didn't give it a chance to speak.
With a slight turn of her wrist, the entirely emerald ten directions mountains and rivers staff quietly slid into her palm.
The next instant.
She casually swung it, lightly smashing it towards the enormous demonic head.
Boom—!!!
With a single strike.
Even the ground surged in layers like a snake's body.
[Killed a Chess Player Realm creature, gained 1,459,855 years of Dao Cultivation]
As the notification flashed before her eyes.
Jiang Yuechu, with a calm expression, skillfully waved her sleeve and collected the tattered demonic body, which exuded a strong bloody aura, into her Storage Pouch at her waist.
It was at least somewhat valuable... Now that she had experienced poverty, she wouldn't be as extravagant as before.
Having done all this.
Her white robes fluttering, she turned and was about to glide towards the dimly lit Chamber of Commerce formation.
This training expedition.
Slaying demons was merely secondary; completing the assignment and earning merits was the main objective.
However, seeing that this young woman dared to completely disregard Senior Brother Sima's words.
And even brazenly took the demon's life and its body right in front of their Wusang Sect.
Senior Sister Liu and Junior Brother He's expressions changed drastically, turning utterly gloomy.
The two exchanged glances.
Both saw a hint of anger in the other's eyes.
Seeing that Senior Brother Sima still made no move, their figures transformed into streaks of light and plummeted directly downwards.
Blocking Jiang Yuechu's path.
"Fellow Daoist, acting in such a manner, not even heeding a single word from our Wusang Sect, is perhaps a bit too much!"
Noticing the approaching figures, Jiang Yuechu frowned slightly, and a trace of impatient annoyance at being disturbed finally flashed across her face.
She raised her eyes, glanced at the two, then raised her hand and casually waved it.
"Go stand aside, don't block the way."
"You..."
Hearing these words.
Junior Brother He laughed in anger, and Senior Sister Liu's eyes widened in fury, the spiritual light of a spell technique already flickering at her fingertips, seemingly unable to suppress the anger in her heart.
Just at this moment.
At the edge of the sky.
A flying boat suddenly tore through the clouds and descended with a roar above Banzi City.
On the bow of the boat.
Senior Brother Chen Yuan, Junior Sister Su Liu, and the other four, from afar, saw the tense standoff in the ruins below.
Seeing the two Cultivators in dark red Dao robes, their Qi surging, surrounding their Guest Elder.
The four immediately knew they had run into Disciples of the Wusang Sect.
Although they had long heard of the Wusang Sect's arrogance and were extremely wary.
But now, it concerned the Jieqing Sect's prestige...
Senior Brother Chen Yuan gritted his teeth, no longer caring about anything else, and quickly put away the flying boat, leading everyone to plummet downwards.
With several swishes.
The four suddenly landed beside the young woman, subtly forming a protective stance.
Wang Chen and Mao Yunshang, though pale-faced, still stiffened their spines with forced courage.
Senior Brother Chen Yuan's expression was solemn; he stepped forward, looked directly at the two Wusang Sect members opposite, and spoke loudly: "We are members of the Jieqing Sect! You are also Dao Sect Disciples, do you intend to fight with my Jieqing Sect brethren here?!"
Then he felt the Qi flowing from the two opposite.
The weakest among them was at the cultivation of a six-piece Chess Player...
A cold sweat seeped into Senior Brother Chen Yuan's palm; he seemed to fear that the other party would disregard their reputation and directly attack, so he quickly added: "Moreover... this person is the Guest Elder recently enshrined by our Jieqing Sect."
Currently, the Nine Great Dao Sects of Yunmeng Township mostly held a respectful but distant, or even somewhat disdainful, attitude towards the position of Guest Elder.
But if someone could make the notoriously picky Dao Sect make an exception and enshrine them as a new Guest Elder.
This undoubtedly meant that this person's identity and background were by no means simple.
Indeed.
Hearing this.
Senior Sister Liu and Junior Brother He, who had been openly murderous, suddenly frowned.
The two subconsciously exchanged glances, both seeing a hint of apprehension in the other's eyes.
If they were to kill a few ordinary Jieqing Sect Disciples in Banzi City today, they would just kill them; at most, the two Sects would argue about it afterward.
But if they harmed a Guest Elder...
Who knew what special connections they might have?
Thinking of this.
Their expressions were uncertain, and they ultimately suppressed the spiritual light of the spell technique flickering at their fingertips in resignation.
They sullenly took a half-step back, clearing the way.
Seeing this situation.
Senior Brother Chen Yuan let out a long breath, his tense back slightly relaxing.
He quickly turned his head and gestured to everyone.
Just as they were about to leave this troublesome place.
But the next instant.
Boom—!!!
An extremely brilliant blood-red light, like a heavenly punishment, smashed down from the sky.
The violent Qi waves stirred up rubble and shattered walls, forcibly cutting off their path forward.
"This..."
Could it be that even after knowing the Guest Elder's identity, these Wusang Sect Disciples still dared to make a move?!
Senior Brother Chen Yuan and the others' expressions changed drastically; they all looked back, gazing up at the dome.
Only to see above the sky.
Dark red robes billowed, and a slender figure, stepping on several blood-red lotuses, slowly descended from the clouds.
Feeling everyone's gaze.
Senior Brother Sima closed his eyes, lowering his head slightly.
Only a chilling smile played on his lips: "Did I say you could leave...?"