351: Chapter 81 Departure 351: Chapter 81 Departure The dust once again fell into complete silence.
Xie Xuanyi’s words left Shang Yi with no response to give.
The previous guarantee she had made had brought her great humiliation.
The reason for the “downfall” of the Taoist sect was actually quite simple.
The sect was so large that even the Great Perfected could not keep everyone in check.
With such a huge sect, rituals having persisted for a thousand years, and disciples from the Seven Huts traveling all over, how could every subordinate cherish their reputation and value the teachings?
“Master Xie, I was wrong.”
A moment later, Shang Yi looked disheartened, lowering her head in defeat, “The incident of Yan Xie’s Divine Thought taking possession was truly unexpected…
I was not aware of it before.
But these disciples of the Taoist sect are inherently good, and I earnestly beseech Master Xie to show mercy with your sword, to avoid further slaughter.
Should there be any need for Shang Yi, just speak, and I will fulfill it.”
In Xie Xuanyi’s Heart Lake, a faint sneer surfaced.
Ao Ying, seated amidst the flying sand, played with the Lotus Token, attempting to convey her thoughts.
“Xie Xuanyi, these cultivators of the Taoist sect, so high and mighty, putting on airs, do you truly tolerate such attitudes?”
This demoness, never shying away from stirring up trouble, suggested with a smiling face, “This Ms.
Shang, though she pledges earnestly, in my view, if she is truly sincere, why not take her as a servant for washing your feet?”
“…”
Xie Xuanyi was silent for a moment.
He had come to a realization.
If Ao Ying were born in the Dachu Dynasty, there was a high chance that she would be a demoness cultivating within the Evil Sect of the South Border.
“I originally came here to kill Yan Xie, and now that the remnant of Yan Xie’s Divine Thought is dead, I will not draw my sword again,” said Xie Xuanyi as he gently waved his sleeve.
Countless Sword Qi, once again fell into the sands.
Waves of killing intent faded away.
Upon hearing this,
Shang Yi breathed a sigh of relief.
She knew Xie Zhen’s character; though he was extremely ruthless, he was a man of his word.
It seemed that the disciples of Tai Shang House had “escaped disaster.”
“Master Xie, Mr.
Xie…”
Just at this moment.
Yu Wenzhong coughed lightly twice, stepping forward with a lowered stance, and asked, “The wind and sand here are severe, may I know if our paths coincide, would it be convenient for you to accompany us a bit further?”
Upon hearing this,
Xie Xuanyi looked at the second senior brother from Tai Shang House with an amused expression in his eyes.
“…”
At this moment, Qi Yu changed his demeanor.
He silently covered his burning cheek, bowed his head, and dared not meet his gaze.
Now,
he too knew that Xie Zhen’s attitude would decide the fate of these junior brothers from Tai Shang House.
“It is not convenient.”
Xie Xuanyi shook his head, straightforwardly refusing.
He said expressionlessly, “As I mentioned earlier, if you are willing to bow your heads and accept the Divine Soul Shock on your own accord, I could escort you part of the way.”
Voluntarily accepting the Divine Soul Shock
and being forced are two different concepts.
Xie Xuanyi deployed the Sword Array with Divine Soul Skill, forcibly compelling the remnants of Yan Xie’s Divine Thought to appear… all of which required the consumption of Primordial Energy and Divine Thought.
“Very well…”
Yu Wenzhong sighed lightly, smiling bitterly, “Regardless, I still thank you, Mr.
Xie, for the bamboo slip you gave.”
This journey had proceeded smoothly, largely thanks to that bamboo slip.
Iron cavalry was everywhere.
Using the method Xie Xuanyi provided to evade them allowed both Sects to advance so swiftly towards the core territories of the Great Yue Kingdom.
Now, he only hoped to quickly reach the location of the Martial Sect to regroup.
Xie Zhen had refused the Saint Heir’s request.
The disciples from Qiantian Palace all showed signs of disappointment.
It was evident.
Xie Zhen’s hostility was aimed solely at Tai Shang House.
This incident with Yan Xie’s remnants had not only cost a disciple from Qiantian Palace but had also left them at a disadvantage.
“We don’t have much time left.”
Yu Wenzhong looked up, his expression solemn; something had occurred in this Secret Realm, seemingly on the verge of collapse.
From all around, sands whirled, the sounds of iron cavalry getting closer.
They needed to hurry and leave.
Before departing, he did not forget to bow to Xie Xuanyi.
Xie Xuanyi nodded once again, just as he had at their first meeting.
The two groups set out on their journeys.
Just as they brushed past each other, Xie Xuanyi suddenly spoke up, stopping Yuqing Pavilion’s Shang Yi.
“Ms.
Shang, please wait a moment.”
Shang Yi’s body froze, her complexion suddenly turning unsightly.
The previous guarantees.
Xie Zhen hadn’t brought it up, and she had thought it was past…
Now that Xie Zhen had called her back, it made her tense up once again.
Cultivators value “clarity of thoughts,” and the exceptionally talented rarely make vows lightly, even those oaths that do not involve the power of Divine Soul still sink into the Heart Lake…
If one claims to follow the righteous path, any unfulfilled vows continuously affect them, preventing them from maintaining a pure state of mind.
Shang Yi carefully started, “Junior Master Xie?”
“Rest assured.
I have no designs on you, Ms.
Shang.”
Xie Xuanyi spoke indifferently.
He could see through the young lady’s thoughts at a glance.
Some people, no matter how thickly they cloak themselves, cannot conceal their true intentions.
Shang Yi looked somewhat embarrassed.
Whoosh.
From within the sandstorm, the sound of tearing through the air resonated again as another bamboo slip flew towards her, landing in the palm of her hand.
Shang Yi paused in shock.
Xie Xuanyi transmitted calmly, “Fang Hang was killed by me.”
These words alone, like a bolt from the blue, made Shang Yi falter slightly, while the Tai Shang House disciples flying by her side on their swords, not understanding what had happened, were unable to see Shang Yi’s expression behind the veil.
“Indeed…
it was you.”
Shang Yi’s eyes filled with complexity.
Shortly after the Dragon Array split, Fang Hang’s soul lamp had been extinguished.
At that time, she had already suspected that Fang Hang’s death was greatly related to Xie Zhen.
However,
speculation was still just speculation.