“Clan Leader Qin, let’s discuss this here.”
Bai Lei quickly invited Qin Qinghong aside to talk, leaving Jiang Huai’s matter temporarily in Xiao Yue’s hands.
From Wenxuan Sect’s standpoint, she was reluctant to see Qin Qinghong leave.
After all, the sect was currently lacking such core strength; having a Grand Ascension Period expert stationed was undoubtedly beneficial.
“The Sect Master just left not long ago. Shouldn’t we wait for her to return before discussing this?” Bai Lei probed cautiously.
Qin Qinghong shook her head firmly, speaking solemnly, “This is an internal matter of our Dragon Race, and it concerns our Eastern Wilderness Dragon Clan.”
“Right now, both the Red Dragon and White Dragon cannot tolerate Qin Qingyue. How can we hide inside Wenxuan Sect and enjoy peace?”
It’s embarrassing—among the Five Great Dragon Clans, only their Eastern Wilderness Dragon Clan’s Dragon Palace has been lost.
With a good opportunity at hand, Qin Qinghong was definitely intent on returning.
More importantly, if she returned late, who knew if the Dragon Race would select another dragon to replace her?
Her face was already lost; there was also factional strife within the Eastern Wilderness Dragon Clan, so her position might not be secure.
Returning early was better. Besides, Wu Zhaohua had also left—this small Wenxuan Sect wouldn’t be able to protect her.
“This….”
Bai Lei was about to say more in an attempt to persuade her when Qin Qinghong interrupted, exchanged a few polite words, and then transformed into a dragon and departed.
In truth, Qin Qinghong harbored the pride fitting a Grand Ascension expert. A Transformation Period elder normally wasn’t worthy of conversing with her.
Bai Lei watched Qin Qinghong’s departing figure, a wave of helplessness rising in her heart again.
She still had to work harder to manage the sect well and take good care of the disciples.
She must—must strengthen Wenxuan Sect’s core forces and raise it to become a top-tier sect.
Bai Lei turned and returned to the Trial Ground to check on Jiang Huai’s situation.
Her senior sister had a keen eye; Jiang Huai’s potential was no less than Xiao Yue’s.
But challenging Foundation Establishment Period was still overambitious, considering he was only at Qi Refining Seventh Layer.
With a clang, a sword’s sharp sound rang out.
Bai Lei hurried to the Trial Ground, her mouth slightly open in disbelief at the scene before her.
Jiang Huai stood on the Trial Ground, holding a long sword, his aura already reaching Qi Refining Eighth Layer, with sharp sword intent flowing along the blade.
Beside him, three Foundation Establishment Period disciples had already been knocked off the platform, leaving gloomily.
“Thank you for the match!” Jiang Huai felt the flow of spiritual power within and, having achieved his goal, did not linger and jumped down.
“Miss Xiao, your sword.” He handed the long sword back to Xiao Yue.
Only then did Xiao Yue come to her senses and awkwardly took the sword, her delicate hand gently brushing the lingering warmth on the hilt.
What genius? A Qi Refining Seventh Layer fighter consecutively took down three early Foundation Establishment cultivators, and in the process broke through to Qi Refining Eighth Layer.
Suddenly, Xiao Yue felt a pressure, an immense one.
Master is incredibly powerful.
The Immortal Ship hovered above the Thousand-Mile Cloud Sea of the Central Continent, resembling a mobile palace in the sky.
Its deck was spacious, with an excellent view—rivers and mountains unfolded like a painting below.
Qin Qingyue leaned lazily, her crimson vertical pupils half-closed, her dragon tail lying limply, fingers holding a jade cup as thin as a cicada’s wing.
“Good tea.” She took a light sip and glanced toward the side where Zhu Rongxin was bound with Hehuan Sect techniques.
There, the Sect Master of the Blazing Sun Sect, Zhu Rongxin, was tied up in an extremely suggestive posture.
The flexible spiritual cords outlined the delicate and alluring curves of this usually dignified female sect leader, certain key parts carved into breathtaking arcs.
In stark contrast to the humiliating bondage were Zhu Rongxin’s cold and stubborn eyes.
Even bound so disgracefully, she still held her head high, her pretty face filled with resentment, embodying the pride and dignity of her lofty position.
Qin Qingyue was intrigued; it was the first time she’d seen such a woman.
Even now, tied up like this, her arrogance remained.
Sensing Qin Qingyue’s gaze, Zhu Rongxin glanced down at the humiliating ropes almost biting her lip in fury.
Why didn’t this Hehuan Sect witch just strip her clothes off already?
No one in the Hehuan Sect was decent!
In a sense, the Hehuan Sect and Blazing Sun Sect were naturally opposed.
Qin Qingyue waited quietly until a familiar aura arrived, a smile rising at the corner of her lips.
Her provocative behavior hadn’t been in vain; what was to come had indeed arrived.
A dazzling silver-white sword light tore through the sky like thunder from the heavens, fiercely striking the Immortal Ship’s outer defensive light barrier.
The massive Immortal Ship trembled violently; the protective shield rippled fiercely, sending out waves and an unbearable humming.
Qin Qingyue sat unmoving, not spilling a drop of tea from her cup.
She merely raised her eyelids slightly, a trace of knowing passing through her crimson pupils, then turning into cold mockery.
“Tsk, that was quick.”
“Open a gap and let her in—don’t have her tearing apart my ship from outside.”
The Immortal Ship’s defensive light barrier split open a slit in response.
A white figure surged onto the deck, carrying a biting sword intent—Wu Zhaohua.
She wore pure white robes fluttering wildly, her breathtaking face frosted cold, her gaze locked firmly on Qin Qingyue.
“Qin Qingyue!” Wu Zhaohua said coldly.
“Release Sect Master Zhu Rongxin immediately! We, the righteous path of Central Continent, will never tolerate your Eastern Wilderness Dragon Clan’s wanton abduction of our human cultivators!”
“Release her at once, or don’t blame me for enforcing justice under heaven, merciless under the sword!”
Her words struck like thunder, standing atop the moral high ground, as if truly championing justice.
“Pfft.”
Qin Qingyue let out a laugh steeped in scorn, slowly sitting upright.
Her crimson eyes flickered as they fixed on Wu Zhaohua’s face, lingering there.
“When you said that, were you laughing to yourself?”
Wu Zhaohua pressed her lips tight, her expression strained but controlled, showing no sign of wavering.
Who cared about the fate of the Blazing Sun Sect? People died every day across the Central Continent, and new life emerged each day.
Who ever cared?
“As an upholder of the righteous path in Central Continent, I naturally came to rescue her.” Wu Zhaohua said with a stiff face.
“You rushed here in such a hurry—is it really just for Sect Master Zhu?” Qin Qingyue deliberately emphasized her title, her crimson eyes glancing at Zhu Rongxin’s face, full of shame and forced composure.
“Jiang Huai told you about the body constitution, right?”
Wu Zhaohua’s pupils suddenly constricted, sword intent around her surged exponentially, carving deep furrows into the deck.
“Qin Qingyue! Stop evading and release Sect Master Zhu at once!”
Release? On what grounds?” Qin Qingyue leaned back lazily in her chair, her dragon tail flicking leisurely.
“Sect Master Zhu is my guest. I invited her to visit. What does Wenxuan Sect have to do with it? What does Wu Zhaohua have to do with it?”
She had no intention to fight, nor did she need to engage Wu Zhaohua in battle.
Now, she only needed to maintain a stalemate with Wu Zhaohua and wait for the right moment.
And when would that moment come?
Not long after Qin Qinghong left, Su Yingman stared at the figures of several Black Dragons departing through the sky, a smile creeping at the corner of her mouth.
She appeared at the foot of Wenxuan Sect, holding the Tianjie Immortal Sword.
“I heard this sect has no experts at the Integration Stage.”
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