Chapter 528: Emotionally Stable
Monk Faming's expression turned grim.
His trembling right hand was hidden behind his back, its palm crisscrossed with sword wounds that oozed thin trails of blood.
He hadn't expected Hua Jin the True One to recover from her injuries so quickly.
Even less had he anticipated the Divine Pill's astonishing efficacy.
Just moments ago, Hua Jin had appeared half-dead, yet within three breaths she'd returned to peak condition—both her True Essence and physical state fully restored.
The more remarkable the pill's effects,
the more furious he became.
"Monk Faming," Hua Jin the True One declared coldly, "now that my injuries have healed, will you leave voluntarily, or shall I beat you until you crawl away?" Her hesitation to immediately seek vengeance wasn't from weakness, but consideration for Wang Shouyi and Chen Huaian's safety.
Monk Faming had no attachments—he would fight without restraint, uncaring if all the surrounding monks perished. He had no vulnerabilities.
But Hua Jin's heart now belonged to Wang Shouyi.
She couldn't disregard the safety of Wang Shouyi and Chen Huaian.
Once battle commenced, she'd need to split her attention protecting them.
Injuries from fighting Faming were trivial.
Her true fear was that Monk Faming might recognize Wang Shouyi and Chen Huaian's importance and exploit them as leverage against her.
Only when her power far surpassed Faming's could she afford to openly oppose him—then she'd have nothing left to fear.
Monk Faming's expression fluctuated between dark and darker.
His keen instincts warned him that confronting Hua Jin now would gain him nothing.
Yet abandoning the Divine Pill within reach was equally unthinkable.
Unbeknownst to him, during this silent standoff, Chen Huaian—who had remained motionless until now—had secretly activated the Sect Summoning Token.
The current Sect Summoning Token could display basic information about summoned individuals—names, cultivation levels—much like character cards in a card game.
At his Nascent Soul initial stage, Chen Huaian could summon targets at the Body Unity Great Perfection realm, half-step into Void Fusion, with summoning durations up to one hour.
While Void Fusion cultivators were scarce in Moon Shadow Sect,
Body Unity Great Perfection experts were plentiful.
[Name: Gu Changsheng | Cultivation: Half-step Void Fusion]
[Position: Elder | Age: 2,743 years]
[Abilities: True Martial Sun Sword, Supreme Yang Sword Intent]
[Characteristics: Loyal and honest, steady temperament, emotionally stable]
[Summon Duration: Maximum 53 minutes]
[Current Status: Excellent]
[Evaluation: An outstanding Moon Shadow Sect disciple]
Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes.
Emotionally stable—perfect.
Cangyun Realm, Moon Shadow Sect.
Li Ziping and Zhang Mengchu were lecturing disciples and elders when a spatial disturbance suddenly rippled through the area.
Both men's eyes immediately lit up.
"It's here! The Patriarch's summons has finally arrived!"
"That brat Su Qinian already visited Earth Star—surely it's my turn now, Old Li?"
"Dream on," Zhang Mengchu retorted smugly, stroking his beard. "My cultivation surpasses yours. If the Patriarch chooses between us, it'll undoubtedly be me!"
"I'm younger," Li Ziping countered calmly. "I adapt to new things better than an old fossil like you. I can play washing machine spin games with Su Qinian—could you?"
"You're both insane!"
As the two Void Treading Stage elders bickered vehemently, nearing physical confrontation,
a spatial rift abruptly opened and swallowed a bewildered Body Unity Great Perfection elder—formerly of True Martial Holy Land.
Li Ziping & Zhang Mengchu: "..."
Zhang: "Wasn't that... Gu Changsheng?"
Li: "Indeed. He was late for morning lessons... Heh, make him meditate in seclusion when he returns!"
Zhang: "Not just late—his robes were disheveled, sword unpolished, and he entered left foot first... Great minds think alike, seclusion it is!"
Glowering, Zhang Mengchu and Li Ziping took turns
inventing punishments for Gu Changsheng.
They were about to resume lecturing when Li Qingran arrived with several disciples. Check latest chapters at 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾·𝗇𝖾𝗍
"Honored Elders," she inquired respectfully with a bow, despite being sect leader, "did a disciple just receive the Patriarch's summons?" Before these elders, she remained a junior, etiquette paramount—even if they disregarded formalities.
"Indeed," Zhang Mengchu nodded amiably. "Elder Gu Changsheng from the Enforcement Hall... Does the Sect Leader require something?"
"Just recording the timing," Li Qingran explained seriously. "A temporal discrepancy seems to have emerged between Cangyun Realm and the Patriarch's location. I came to verify the exact difference."
both elders' expressions grew solemn.
Inter-realm temporal discrepancies signaled turbulence in either world, causing abrupt shifts in their connection.
Neither possibility boded well.
Having lived millennia, they acutely sensed impending upheaval.
Gu Changsheng—formerly an outer sect elder of True Martial Holy Land—
had been promoted to Enforcement Hall elder after the holy land's merger with Moon Shadow Sect.
Honest, impartial, and famously even-tempered, he spent his days meditating or attending Li Ziping and Zhang Mengchu's lectures—a tranquil existence.
He'd long heard rumors about the Patriarch occasionally conscripting disciples to battle in another world.
Never had he imagined his turn would come.
Admittedly, he felt a thrill of excitement~
Mentally reviewing the rumored protocols:
First, immediately assess the new environment;
Second, locate the Patriarch for situational confirmation through subtle cues.
If the Patriarch remained silent
or couldn't communicate,
eliminate all hostile forces nearby.
Finally—most crucially—
speak little, act much!
And absolutely pretend not to know the Patriarch!
Gu Changsheng found himself in a spirit energy-rich space.
Scanning his surroundings revealed two opposing factions:
One appeared to be standard spellcasters.
The other... bald heads.
Bald heads meant monks.
Monks = Burning Purity Holy Land!
Burning Purity Holy Land = Ancestral Enemies!
Instantly, Gu Changsheng's eyes burned crimson.
His molars ground together with an audible "CRUNCH."
Twin swords flashed out,
his arms becoming blurs as he roared:
"ROTTING BALD DONKEYS, DIE FOR THIS LORD!"
SWOOSH-SWOOSH-SWOOSH—!
Before Monk Faming could react, a dense net of sword energy enveloped him.
The crisscrossing energy fell like artillery, the ground beneath Faming exploding upward as if struck by a colossal drill—debris flying, dust clouds rising, explosions echoing.
The entire Demon Sealing Pagoda trembled under the sword energy's fury.
Chen Huaian gaped at the spectacle.
Normally, summoned individuals would first observe and consult.
seemed rather hot-tempered.
So much for emotional stability?!
Gu Changsheng continued his assault.
"DIE—! SCUM—! RAAA—!"
A final cross-slash sent a cruciform sword light downward.
The violent energy nearly quartered the pagoda's circular base.
As dust settled, each sword scar measured thirty meters wide.
At the intersection's epicenter
yawned a bottomless sword crater,
its surroundings carved with countless gashes.
No trace remained of Great Thunder Temple's forces.