“You are mistaken, Elder Cai. This isn’t a trivial matter. It relates to our Spring Autumn Sect’s reputation. We need to get to the bottom of this matter.”
“Elder Cai, would you have also chosen to ignore such a matter if it had occurred within your sect?” Zhuo Bufan said calmly.
The four great sects did not have an amicable relationship; they were always in competition with each other.
The Spring Autumn Sect would have undoubtedly humiliated the Floating Cloud Sword Sect if their positions were reversed.
This matter could not be easily resolved.
“Keke, instead of wasting time here arguing, Sect Master Zhuo, Elder Leng, your two great sects should immediately send an elder to World’s End Pavilion to find out the truth,” said Burning Incense Valley’s Yu Shengyan with a carefree smile.
Leng Feng’s expression grew increasingly ugly, while Wang Tengfei’s heart was in turmoil.
He cursed himself inwardly for attempting to distort the truth in such a situation. Now, Chen Fan had exposed his weakness.
“Do say something, Elder Leng. If it turns out that my sect's disciple has lied, I, Zhuo Bufan, will not tolerate it. I’ll cripple his cultivation in front of everyone and hand him over to your Floating Cloud Sword Sect for appropriate action!” Zhuo Bufan said coldly, putting pressure on Leng Feng.
Suddenly, Leng Feng slapped Wang Tengfei and said icily, “You fool, how dare you stir trouble here. After returning from the Dragon Mountain Blessed Land, scram back to Floating Cloud Sword Sect and contemplate your actions at the Hundred Sword Cliff. You’re not allowed to leave the sect until you reach the Yuanfu realm!”
After getting slapped by Leng Feng, Wang Tengfei saw stars and tasted fresh blood.
“Sect Master Zhuo, let us join forces and open the Dragon Mountain Blessed Land without further delay,” Leng Feng said coldly.
Zhuo Bufan didn’t expect Leng Feng to be so decisive and directly slap Wang Tengfei.
Since it would be inappropriate to dwell on this matter now, he nodded and said, “Alright, let’s do it.”
“You’re Chen Fan, huh? I remember you now. You’d better pray that we don’t meet inside the blessed land.”
Wang Fuchen glared at Chen Fan; his tone was indifferent, but it carried an unmistakable threat.
This time, the Floating Cloud Sword Sect had really disgraced themselves.
“I’m very much looking forward to it.”
Chen Fan smiled faintly, showing no fear.
Wang Fuchen snorted coldly, suddenly emanating a powerful aura that made the surrounding air churn wildly.
His aura vanished soon, but this brief display made the hearts of many disciples, including Chen Fan, pound with shock.
Wang Fuchen was truly strong. He was likely on the verge of reaching the Yuanfu realm. If he so chose, he could make the final breakthrough immediately.
He hadn't advanced because doing so would disqualify him from entering the Dragon Mountain Blessed Land.
The disciples of the other three great sects felt a sense of unease.
If Wang Fuchen advanced to the Yuanfu realm immediately after entering the Dragon Mountain Blessed Land, he would undoubtedly pose a threat to the other three great sects’ resource shares.
A dark shadow momentarily loomed over the minds of Zhuo Bufan, Yu Shengyan, and Cai Chixia.
Wang Fuchen is indeed formidable. He seems a tad stronger than even Sir Blood Shirt. He must have condensed primeval force inside him.
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the weight of the situation.
“Alright, disciples from the four great sects who are entering the Dragon Mountain Blessed Land, gather here and prepare to enter.”
Zhuo Bufan’s status was the highest here, so he made the announcement loudly and clearly.
Forty disciples from the four great sects came to the cliff's edge.
“Now, open the Dragon Mountain Blessed Land!” Zhuo Bufan commanded, striking out with a beam of primeval force. Leng Feng, Yu Shengyan, and Cai Chixia channeled their primeval force and released three beams of light simultaneously, merging and rushing into a spatial crack at the cliff's edge. The crack began to stir and expand, forming a pitch-black vortex.
Zhuo Bufan shouted coldly.
Following his command, everyone leaped into the vortex and vanished from sight.
Before Wang Fuchen jumped, he glared at Chen Fan again and said with killing intent, “I’ll definitely kill you in the Dragon Mountain Blessed Land!”
Zhong Li, Chen Changfeng, and the others also looked at Chen Fan, each with the same thought. The Dragon Mountain Blessed Land will be your grave, Chen Fan!
Chen Fan couldn’t help but laugh on the inside.
He knew that this trip would be dangerous, as many people, including disciples from his own sect, wanted his life.
However, it remained uncertain whose life would ultimately be claimed.
“Be careful, Xiaofan, Yaoyao!” Qin Changkong warned, looking worried.
Chen Fan being targeted by Wang Fuchen was an ominous sign. To be marked by a half-step Yuanfu realm expert made this journey exceedingly perilous for Chen Fan.
Chen Fan and Qin Yao nodded and jumped off together.
Soon, the forty disciples from the four great sects followed suit, jumping into the vortex.
Zhuo Bufan waved his robe sleeves, condensing his primeval force into a mirror that revealed the events within the Dragon Mountain Blessed Land.
The elders of the four great sects gathered around the primeval mirror to observe the situation inside.
Dragon Mountain Blessed Land:
The area was expansive, with a clear blue sky and a lush environment teeming with trees, the melodies of birds, and the fragrance of flowers.
Numerous silhouettes materialized out of thin air, scattering across the blessed land. These were the disciples of the four great sects.
The positions of those who entered the blessed land through the vortex were randomly decided.
The lucky ones landed next to spiritual herbs, while the unlucky fellows landed in the maws of beasts.
Within the heart of the forest lay a pool spanning several mu in size. In its depths lurked a ferocious crocodile demon beast. [1]
The sky above the pool rippled, and a figure materialized, descending into the water.
The crocodile demon beast, catching sight of the falling figure, leaped out of the pool, jaws agape, ready to strike.
The newcomer was undeniably unlucky.
Martial artists in the Qigong realm couldn’t even move in the air, and even Qi Grandmasters could only do so briefly.
Furthermore, it was impossible for them to do so while plummeting suddenly, let alone for someone who wasn't a Qi Grandmaster.
“What the heck, so unlucky!”
After passing through the vortex and being sent here, Chen Fan still felt disoriented when he smelled a foul wind blowing toward him.
He quickly spotted the gaping maw filled with razor-sharp teeth, making his scalp prickle.
If he didn't regain his senses quickly, he would likely become the crocodile demon beast's next meal.
“Golden Origin Palm!”
Chen Fan promptly unleashed his primeval qi with a swift palm strike.
Blood sprayed from the beast's mouth as Chen Fan used the recoil to propel himself into the air, executing a somersault before landing on the shore, unsteady.
1. Mu is a Chinese unit for area. 15 mu = 1 hectare = 2.47 acres ?