Heavenly Yin Sect.
Sect Master Luo Buqun used his divine sense to observe Song Family Village, his eyes gradually gleaming with fervent delight. That subtle expression filled the elders with anticipation, as if everything was proceeding smoothly as expected.
The elders exchanged covert glances, already envisioning the future.
In their eyes, the sect master was an invincible existence. Crushing a small place like Song Family Village would be as easy as turning over one’s hand.
After waiting just a few moments, the hall brimmed with smug confidence.
Suddenly!
Luo Buqun, seated on the main throne, paled drastically, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth!
The elders’ eyes widened in horror, freezing in shock almost simultaneously.
Before they could react, Luo Buqun let out a hoarse, desperate roar!
“No! No!!!”The roar was filled with despair, as if he had encountered something utterly terrifying. It echoed through the grand hall, startling all the elders into rising to their feet!
“What?!”
“Sect Master!”
“What in the world happened?!”
Several elders rushed forward in panic, their faces aghast.
Luo Buqun finally regained his senses, but the terror in his eyes remained unshaken. He didn’t even bother wiping the blood from his lips before hurriedly swallowing a pill.
When one elder caught sight of the green pill, his shock deepened.
“Soul-Nourishing Elixir?!”
The involuntary exclamation sent further waves of unease and dread through the elders.
In an instant, hushed whispers of confusion erupted.
“The Soul-Nourishing Elixir is a precious pill used to heal the soul! It’s only taken when a high-level alchemist is breaking through or when the soul suffers severe damage!”
“The sect master’s soul was wounded? Could there truly be an expert in Song Family Village?!”
“Impossible! What could Song Family Village possibly offer to attract someone above the Saint realm?!”
“Just what happened?!”
The elders’ speculations ran wild, their composure crumbling.
They couldn’t fathom it. Their mighty sect master, who had recently broken through to the sixth layer of the Heavenly Yin Profound Art and was nearly unmatched among ordinary Saints, had suffered such severe soul damage!
Judging by the situation, the opponent’s cultivation far surpassed the sect master’s.
The two elders sent earlier… were likely already dead!
Just who was this terrifying expert in Song Family Village?!
The once-serene hall had now descended into chaos. Though the elders tried to restrain themselves, their terrified whispers still rang out sharply.
Finally, Luo Buqun, his injuries somewhat stabilized, opened his eyes.
With a face full of irritation, he bellowed angrily,
“Enough noise!”
The elders looked up in fearful deference, unable to hide their shock and doubt.
The Third Elder, unable to suppress his panic, cautiously bowed and asked,
“Sect Master, what exactly happened? Was there truly a powerful enemy?”
The question made Luo Buqun’s expression darken.
The scene he had witnessed—even if only through his divine sense—was still vivid in his mind. The memory of that world-shattering fist strike made his eyes flicker with terror.
“Not just a powerful enemy…”
“That person… is an existence beyond our ability to resist!”
The elders trembled, their bodies stiffening in horror.
Beyond their ability to resist!
The implication was staggering. Even their sect master dared not face this foe—could not even hope to resist. The opponent’s strength surpassed their wildest imaginations!
Instantly, several elders collapsed around the throne, their faces filled with disbelief.
In hushed, frantic voices, they all turned their desperate gazes to Luo Buqun.
“Is the opponent a high-level Saint?!”
“We’re doomed! What do we do?!”
“Sect Master, has our Heavenly Yin Sect truly provoked an existence we cannot afford to offend?!”
“This can’t be! How could Song Family Village possibly enlist such a figure?!”
Listening to their panicked questions, Luo Buqun’s eyes flashed with bitterness.
Damn that Fifth Elder…
He died, but not before delivering false intelligence! The opponent was clearly a high-level Saint, yet he had reported them as a half-Saint. Did he want to drag the entire sect down with him?!
That person wasn’t just someone they couldn’t afford to offend—they couldn’t even hope to escape!
The terrifying threat to annihilate the Heavenly Yin Sect still echoed in his ears. The memory of that devastating fist strike grew even more horrifying, sending chills down Luo Buqun’s spine.
Gritting his teeth, he ignored his injuries and stood up immediately.
“Right now, the only way to survive this calamity is for me to personally seek help from Moon God Pavilion!”
The surrounding elders were momentarily stunned before barely steadying themselves.
“Right! If the sect master can use his connections to invite a senior from Moon God Pavilion, even a high-level Saint won’t dare act recklessly!”
“This is an excellent plan. Moon God Pavilion is a transcendent force—what high-level Saint would dare provoke them?”
“The sect master’s background is extraordinary. We are in awe!”
“The sect master is wise!”
The flattery, though not enough to calm their terror, gave Luo Buqun a sliver of confidence. With a cold gaze, he issued his orders.
“Hold the fort while I seek reinforcements!”
Watching the elders bow respectfully, he immediately took to the skies, vanishing into the distance.
Soaring through the sea of clouds, Luo Buqun winced in pain, his breath ragged. At the same time, worry crept into his eyes.
He did have some ties to Moon God Pavilion—but only through ancestral connections. There had been little interaction over the years, and he wasn’t even qualified to associate with them normally. Seeking help now was nothing more than a desperate gamble…
Truthfully, he was just rolling the dice. More than anything, he wanted to buy time to stabilize the sect elders while he made his escape.
He had little confidence that he could actually secure reinforcements.
If this attempt failed, he would have no choice but to abandon everything he had built and flee for his life.
What rotten luck! How had he managed to kick an iron plate? Now, everything he had worked for was on the verge of collapse. Cursing the Fifth Elder ten thousand times wouldn’t change a thing!
What a disaster!
The more he thought about it, the more frantic he became. Luo Buqun pushed his speed to the limit.
Finally, he arrived at Moon God Pavilion.
Gazing up at the majestic gates, even the jade plaque alone filled him with reverence. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of intimidation. Though he was a sect master, in the face of this ten-thousand-year-old behemoth, he was nothing more than an ant!
Wiping the blood from his lips and straightening his robes, Luo Buqun cautiously approached the disciples guarding the entrance and bowed.
“Esteemed brothers, may I trouble you to ask if Elder Feng Tianquan is present?”
The two disciples at the gate were merely outer sect members. Seeing the visitor’s respectful demeanor and his direct inquiry, they dared not be discourteous, lest they tarnish Moon God Pavilion’s reputation.
“Elder Feng has not left recently. May we ask who you are?”
Hearing this, Luo Buqun’s heart leaped with joy.
He had come here on a whim, hoping for a stroke of luck.
To his surprise, Elder Feng was actually here! The disciples at the gate were even this polite—truly befitting the prestige of Moon God Pavilion, a major sect renowned throughout the Southern Li Heaven Domain.
If even the disciples were this courteous, surely Elder Feng wouldn’t disregard their past ties?
Perhaps… there really was a chance!
Overjoyed, Luo Buqun bowed even more humbly.
“Esteemed brothers, this humble one is the son of Elder Feng’s old friend. My name is Luo Buqun. I have urgent matters to discuss with Elder Feng. May I trouble you to announce my arrival?”
As he spoke, he even gritted his teeth and handed over a storage ring.
The disciples, hearing he was an acquaintance of their elder, naturally refused the gift.
“There’s no need for that, friend. Since you are an old acquaintance, we will announce you at once!”
With a polite bow, one of them immediately flew into Moon God Pavilion.
Watching the unexpectedly smooth proceedings, Luo Buqun’s anxious heart settled slightly. He stood obediently at the gate, waiting quietly as hope began to flicker in his eyes.