A master of the Dongtian Realm had died miserably under Wu Xiang’s sword.
It was not that he was too weak; it was because he had greatly underestimated Wu Xiang’s brotherly affection for Ling Xiao.
“Sect Master, Brother Ling is fine!”
Just as Wu Xiang was overwhelmed with grief and preparing to dismember the black-and-white-robed corpse to vent his hatred, he heard Leng Hao’s voice.
He turned around and saw Ling Xiao standing there, waving at him.
It turned out that at the critical moment, Ling Xiao had swapped his body with that of the Great Fortress Lord of the Demon Fortress City.
When the Dongtian Realm expert struck with his claw, the person was turned into mincemeat, making it impossible to tell who had died.
Of course, this was also due to Ling Xiao’s powerful soul force detecting the opponent’s intention early; otherwise, even with the ability to switch positions, it could not have been done in such a short time.
“You little rascal! You scared me to death!”
Wu Xiang punched Ling Xiao hard and laughed.
“Ouch, Brother Wu, you’re a Dongtian Realm expert; if you’re not careful, that punch could really kill me.”
Ling Xiao grimaced in pain.
“You brat, enough of that; let’s not talk more. This place isn’t safe to linger; who knows if the Yin-Yang Demon King will send stronger subordinates to deal with us. Let’s head back to the sect first.”
Wu Xiang was in high spirits but quickly calmed down and said.
“Right!”
Ling Xiao understood this well, so he quickly took out the Moonlight Treasure Boat. Everyone boarded it and sped towards the Yuehua Sect.
On the way, Wu Xiang took out a storage ring; it belonged to the black-and-white-robed Dongtian Realm expert.
“This guy was quite wealthy; inside, there are nearly a million medium-grade spirit stones, plus a secret manual on raising and taming ‘Yin-Yang Moths’. I plan to divide it among everyone; how do you want to choose?”
Wu Xiang asked.
“Give me the secret manual on raising and taming ‘Yin-Yang Moths’; you can divide the spirit stones.”
Ling Xiao spoke up.
Yin-Yang Moths were very powerful creatures; not only were they incredibly fast, but their defence was astonishing, making them hard to kill.
Ling Xiao had the “Soul Control Secret Technique”; with these Yin-Yang Moths, he could control them freely. Even if not used for combat, they could scout enemy situations, which was clearly more effective than using true essence orbs.
As for spirit stones, he could earn them, but this item was something one could only encounter by chance.
“Alright, as you say!”
Wu Xiang nodded and handed the secret manual to Ling Xiao.
After receiving it, Ling Xiao began to flip through it.
By the time the Moonlight Treasure Boat arrived at the Yuehua Sect, he had gained a profound understanding of the manual; then he returned it to Wu Xiang.
“Brother Wu, keep this in the Yuehua Sect; perhaps others can use it too. I’ve basically mastered the methods for raising and taming Yin-Yang Moths.”
Wu Xiang was somewhat surprised but, recalling Ling Xiao’s usual performance, he accepted it.
He did not refuse and put the manual away; then everyone returned to their respective caves.
…
In a lavishly decorated palace, soft moonlight seemed to cover everything.
A languid and luxurious figure lay on the soft bed, watching the youth sitting cross-legged on the cushion with a slightly appreciative smile.
The youth sat cross-legged with eyes closed, his hands drawing various strange movements in front of his chest. His body emitted a soft golden light, and his chest rose and fell rhythmically.
Gradually, mist rose around him; this mist appeared out of nowhere but was very dense.
However, in the next instant.
Pop!
The mist dissipated entirely in a moment.
“Hoo…”
Exhaling a breath of turbid air slowly, the youth opened his eyes; his gaze flickered with helpless bitterness.
“Sister Yue Nü, I’ve been back for three days, but I still can’t comprehend the Mist Phenomenon of the “Twelve Golden Lotus Technique”.”
Ling Xiao looked at the alluring Yue Nü on the bed and sighed.
“Don’t rush; there’s still time before the Martial Dao Festival. As long as you raise your cultivation to the Half-Step Heavenly Venerable Realm before it starts, that’s enough. As for the Mist Phenomenon, practising like this probably won’t work; you need some opportunity.”
Yue Nü comforted him.
Ling Xiao understood this, but after the “Twelve Golden Lotus Technique” advanced to jade-grade martial art, there had been no breakthrough; he couldn’t help but worry.
“Master, the Sect Master asks Junior Brother Ling to go to the council hall!”
At that moment, Lan Yu’er came in from outside; after saluting Yue Nü, she looked at Ling Xiao.
“Could it be that the Sword King Sect is attacking?”
Ling Xiao stood up and asked.
“No; apparently, there are distinguished guests; it seems to be people from the Heavenly King Gate.”
Lan Yu’er shook her head and said, “But their arrival might indeed be related to the Sword King Sect, because Chen Nanxing is here too.”
“Interesting; are they here to act as mediators?”
Ling Xiao smiled and said, “Sister Yue Nü, I’ll go with Senior Sister to check the situation first.”
“I’ll go with you.”
Yue Nü slowly got up and said.
“No need, right?”
“With me there, no one can bully you!”
Yue Nü said faintly; her original charm turned icy.
Clearly, the arrival of Chen Nanxing and the Heavenly King Gate people meant nothing good; they might be here to cause trouble for Ling Xiao.
The Heavenly King Gate was immensely powerful; no one could guarantee there were no Yin-Yang Realm experts in their sect. So, relying solely on Wu Xiang, the Dongtian Realm Sect Master, wouldn’t hold the scene.
“Thank you!”
A warm feeling flowed through Ling Xiao’s heart.
He knew Yue Nü’s feelings for him.
In this life, he would never let this woman down.
“Let’s go!”
Yue Nü looked at Lan Yu’er and said.
The three left the Moon Palace together and headed towards the council hall.
Ling Xiao slowly pushed open the doors of the council hall.
Inside the hall, all the mid-to-high-level warriors of the Yuehua Sect were gathered, along with the newly assembled ten core disciples.
Seated at the highest positions were naturally Sect Master Wu Xiang, the Enforcement Hall’s Golden Light Heavenly Venerable, and the Inner Gate Hall Master, Heavenly Eye Heavenly Venerable.
These three were currently the most powerful and prestigious individuals in the Yuehua Sect.
Of course, Yue Nü was an exception.
On the guest seats sat four people prominently.
One was Chen Nanxing, whom Ling Xiao recognised.
The other three were strangers, but their robes bore a special emblem: a treasure pagoda.
Legend had it that the founder of the Heavenly King Gate was a master from ancient times, with strength equal to Yuehua Heavenly Maiden; his martial soul was a treasure pagoda that could suppress everything.
Thus, he was known as the Pagoda-Holding Heavenly King.
Seeing these three, Ling Xiao was inwardly shocked; two of them had auras even more terrifying than Chen Nanxing’s.
That meant they were Dongtian Realm experts, and stronger than Chen Nanxing.
The other one was slightly less advanced but was at ninety percent power Half-Step Heavenly Venerable, just a step away from the Heaven-Human Realm.
This person’s age was at most twenty.
Dressed in male attire, yet it could not hide her stunning beauty and figure.
Others might not see through it, but Ling Xiao’s eyes could clearly discern this person’s true gender.
