In the outer courtyard of the Nine Yang Dao Sect, a mysterious yellow bell suddenly chimed.
The guardians who had been going about their business quickly set aside their duties and rushed to an open pavilion.
An aged Daoist priest was already standing there when they arrived. Upon seeing this person, the guardians greeted him respectfully, clasping their fists and bowing. “Greetings, Elder Fang!”
The old Daoist priest nodded slightly, but his gaze remained fixed on the Heaven Profound Mirror in his hand.
The guardians looked on, puzzled, and exchanged glances.
After a few moments, the old Daoist priest smiled and said. “Come and have a look.”
The guardians gathered around to observe.
Looking at what was depicted in the mirror, they were stunned. Protector Zhao and Hua Qianchi, among others, were shown bound and suspended in mid-air.
Realization soon dawned on the guardians, and their faces darkened with anger. Someone hissed in a low voice, “Who is so bold as to attack our Nine Yang Dao Sect’s cultivators?”
At that moment, Hua Qianchi’s voice suddenly rang out. He scanned the surroundings and spoke sharply. “You rat! Is it not enough that you’ve humiliated me today? Now you’ve also dishonored Protector Zhao. Do you know what consequences await you? If you release us now, there might still be a chance to resolve this. Otherwise, the Grand Thousand Dao Sect should prepare for its destruction!”
Fang Chen smiled and calmly sipped his tea, ignoring Hua Qianchi.
Hua Qianchi’s anger hit the roof. Seeing the crowd below pointing and whispering, his face gradually turned a dark shade. Protector Zhao was no better off; while Hua Qianchi was at the peak of Foundation Building Realm, Protector Zhao, in the late-stage Golden Core Realm, had suffered such a humiliating fate.
They had been a major disgrace to their sect. All they could do was hope that the experts from their sect arrived quickly to salvage their reputation. Until then, every moment was a torment for them.
After some time, someone suddenly pointed to the horizon and said, “There are people coming, lots of people.”
Everyone looked up and nodded in agreement. “Indeed, there are a lot of them.”
They saw nearly a hundred sword lights approaching from a distance. Each sword light carried an extraordinary aura, with the lowest being at the early-stage of the Golden Core Realm.
As the lights drew closer and the glow dissipated, the crowd saw nearly a hundred cultivators dressed in Daoist robes.
Some people gasped in surprise. These cultivators were clearly of the same level as Protector Zhao, indicating they were all protectors of the Nine Yang Dao Sect!
“All the Nine Yang Dao Sect’s protectors… have they all come?”
There was a hint of subtle confusion in her eyes. Even she wasn’t sure how this would benefit Qin Feng, but before Fang Chen left, he asked her to intervene and prevent the Immortal Qin Clan from getting involved in his matter with the Nine Yang Dao Sect. Whether it was out of personal interest or if it genuinely helped the situation, she decided to take the gamble.
“Alright, I won’t ask. I’ll buy you some time, and after that, I’ll step in to stop it,” the black-clad cultivator said with a slight nod.
In the tea house, Fang Chen’s face showed a smile as he turned to the astonished Li Daoye. “When the fight starts, remember to stay away to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.”
Li Daoist looked nervous. “Wait, isn’t it supposed to be good fortune? Why are nearly a hundred Golden Core Realm experts showing up? Lord Fang, can you handle this? Don’t end up exhausting your lifespan like before!”
Fang Chen smiled and suddenly vanished. When he reappeared, he was behind one of the protectors and struck with a single palm. The protector, caught completely off guard, was sent flying a hundred feet away, crashing through a tea house.
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