Chapter 1125: Chapter 1116: Helping One Is a Good Deed
"Who are you, Sir, and why do you interfere in the matters of my Purple Flame Sect?"
The three powerful figures from the Purple Flame Sect all frowned deeply, with blood lingering at the corners of their mouths.
This person effortlessly broke the forbidden barriers they jointly set up, proving his extraordinary strength, certainly above the three of them.
However, the Purple Flame Sect has stood firmly in the Southern region of Daluo Heaven for many years.
Daring to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Sacred Land naturally means they have a strong foundation.
The three were all Elders of the Purple Flame Sect and would not easily show weakness.
"Your Purple Flame Sect took someone else’s ancestral item and was supposed to return it, yet now you intend to send assassins. Isn’t this a bit excessive?"
Mo Wangchen did not answer their words but spoke calmly, standing there without revealing any aura, appearing just like an ordinary person.
"This is a matter of our Purple Flame Sect, so please, Sir, do not meddle, or else..."
The three frowned; Mo Wangchen was clearly not very old. Although they did not know his background, there was a supreme great sect backing them. How could they yield to a junior?
"Or else what?"
Mo Wangchen pointed to the void, and instantly, three streaks of Holy Light pierced through the void, transforming into three sword shadows, their blades sharp, seemingly unstoppable.
"Buzz!"
The three sword shadows emitted a buzzing sound like Dao Patterns interweaving, reaching the three Purple Flame Sect experts in a flash, resting between their brows.
"Senior!"
The three exclaimed in shock, their backs instantly going cold with sweat and their scalps tingling.
They had no doubt that if Mo Wangchen wished, with just a thought, he could obliterate them.
"Who is this person, capable of such terrifying strength at a mere gesture?"
All around, the crowd’s hearts trembled. These three Elders of the Purple Flame Sect were at the Peak of Void Immortal Realm in cultivation; even if a typical True Immortal Realm expert got entangled with them, they would likely find it troublesome.
Yet at this moment, a young man of unknown origin had displayed such terrifying power at the flick of a finger that it threatened them.
"Spare our lives, Senior!"
The three, eyes filled with fear, their bodies trembling, one couldn’t help but plead for mercy.
"Buzz..."
Mo Wangchen waved his large hand in the void, and instantly the three sword shadows dissolved into streams of light, as if they had never existed. He then looked at the three in the sky indifferently and said, "I have no intention to kill; you may leave."
"Master!"
At this moment, Jing Yun and Heavenly Sea Saint, among others, appeared.
They were out purchasing supplies. Although today’s aerial battle might be ordinary in the Daluo Heaven realm, it was considered earth-shattering to the four of them.
Back on the Qingling Continent, Immortal Realm Great Powers were rarely seen, let alone witnessing battles between Immortal Realm experts.
The power displayed just now was earth-shattering; it could have swept across four regions in Qingling, unmatched and peerless.
Yet now, such powerful figures appeared so vulnerable before Mo Wangchen. How could they not be satisfied?
"Since the Senior intervened for Monk Gudeng, we three have nothing to say. Could you leave a name for us to report back?" one of the three said.
With Mo Wangchen’s intervention, they naturally understood that killing Monk Gudeng and reclaiming the Starry Sky Map from him today was not possible.
"My Master is the Master of Mo Pavilion, known as Mo Venerable!"
Before Mo Wangchen could speak, Gu Wei stepped forward first.
"Master of Mo Pavilion, Mo Venerable..."
Hearing this, the three couldn’t help but furrow their brows. Clearly, they had never heard of this so-called Mo Pavilion, and today was the first time they heard about someone named Mo Venerable.
"Our Mo Pavilion has just been established; can you be discreet?" Yao Yuntian and the others looked towards Gu Wei.
Before leaving, Mo Wangchen had always told them not to cause trouble casually. Although this incident was caused by Mo Wangchen himself, who could know where they came from afterward?
But now, Gu Wei had directly revealed their identity to others.
"Uh..."
Gu Wei was stunned for a moment, apparently realizing this as well. He looked at Mo Wangchen, "Master, this..."
"It doesn’t matter."
Mo Wangchen waved his hand at him, then looked again towards the three Purple Flame Sect Elders in the sky, "I am protecting this person today. If your Purple Flame Sect wishes to hold accountable, you can come to Mo Pavilion a thousand miles east of the city and find me."
"Since Mo Venerable has spoken, we three have nothing to say and will take our leave."
The three turned and flew away, but clearly, this matter could not end here. The Purple Flame Sect was a major power in the Southern region, brave enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Sacred Land. From the conversation earlier, they learned that the so-called Mo Pavilion was merely a newly established sect.
Even if the three were not a match for Mo Wangchen, the Purple Flame Sect was full of experts. Wouldn’t it be easy to flatten a new sect?
"Thank you, Mo Venerable, for your help. But the Purple Flame Sect has a strong foundation, with endless experts within..."
In the high sky, Monk Gudeng slowly descended to stand before Mo Wangchen, offering his gratitude with a respectful gesture while discreetly observing Mo Wangchen.
He was evidently also curious about how such a young master had emerged in the Southern region.
"No matter, you might as well stay at my Mo Pavilion for a while." Mo Wangchen waved at him.
Helping someone counts as a kindness. Since he had come across this matter today, he might as well do a good deed. As for what happens with the Purple Flame Sect afterward, he didn’t think deeply about it.
For now, Mo Wangchen had already gained some understanding of this era in his heart.
He suspected it was a likely gray era, without the birth of Ancient Gods. Even if the Purple Flame Sect housed a Heavenly Immortal, he had no fear.
In ancient times, proving the Dao as a Heavenly Immortal was evidently simpler than posthumous generations; thus, the Heavenly Immortal Great Power of this era, placed in later generations, would clearly be much weaker in the same realm.
With his current Middle Stage True Immortal Realm cultivation and Divine King Body, even when dealing with ordinary Heavenly Immortal Realm experts of this era, he was not without countermeasures.
Moreover, the Purple Flame Sect did not even count as a Sacred Land, and whether they possessed a Heavenly Immortal Great Power was uncertain.
Eventually, Monk Gudeng traveled together with them, leaving Quan City and heading eastward.
As the Bright Sun set westward, and as evening glow filled the sky, the six of them returned to the mountain where Mo Pavilion was located.
"Mo Venerable!"
At this moment, more than a hundred people were building the mountain gate, using ancient wood from the mountains as material. When they saw Mo Wangchen return, they all stopped their busy work and respectfully greeted him.
At the same time, they also noticed Monk Gudeng who had returned with them, their eyes curious as they gazed at him.
"This is Mo Pavilion..."
Monk Gudeng mused to himself. As expected, it was a newly established sect; the mountain gate wasn’t even finished yet.
His eyes scanned the group of Mo Pavilion below; except for Xue Qinglin, the others’ cultivation was far below his level, not having reached even the Immortal Realm.