Chapter 142: Chapter 142 Valley Master touches your hand, is that not okay?

When Zuo Yijian trembled, Zuo Lin also noticed the unusual movement of his treasure sword; the vast sword intent made the scabbard shake violently. Under Zuo Lin’s shocked gaze, the scabbard, along with the sword, floated up.

Zuo Yijian stood up, staring at his sword, believing he hadn’t perceived it wrongly.

This was Sword Venerable Fudao’s sword intent!

On the Heavenly Repair Platform, more and more people felt the sword intent of Sword Venerable Fudao, including Ye Lan.

She turned her head, looking far towards Zuo Yijian’s direction with a look of astonishment.

Boom—

Suddenly, the thunderclouds burst open, and the Outer City instantly brightened. A violent wind descended from the sky, causing the buildings in the city to tremble. Outer disciples and servant disciples with low cultivation levels were pressed to the ground, everyone struggling to lift their heads to see. A huge hole appeared in the thunderclouds above the Outer City, with a diameter reaching tens of miles.

The thunderclouds failed to reform, and under the sunlight, Venerable Chi Qian and Ancestor Kusong were engaged in a fierce battle. The two were a hundred zhang apart, continuously casting spells, their spells colliding and creating strong winds and intense light. The terrifying pressure twisted the city’s protective light shield violently, on the verge of breaking.

“Father… this is…” Zuo Lin looked incredulously at Zuo Yijian, his voice trembling.

Could his father be the mysterious Sword Venerable Fudao?

Others were also having the same thought, as this sword intent was overwhelmingly powerful.

Even Venerable Chi Qian in the high sky felt that sword intent. His gaze turned towards Zuo Yijian, locking onto him, his brow furrowed.

Could this person be Sword Venerable Fudao?

At this moment.

Zuo Yijian suddenly half-knelt, looking at his constantly quivering treasure sword, and shouted, “Please, Sword Venerable, save our sect!”

As his words fell.

Clang!

The sound of the sword leaving the scabbard tore through all the noise of the world!

Venerable Chi Qian jumped away abruptly, retreating to the top of the thunderclouds, distancing himself from Ancestor Kusong. He looked down at the Heavenly Repair Platform, his eighteen golden short knives gathering into a long knife before him, his expression manic with laughter, and shouted, “Sword Venerable Fudao, come out quickly. Let me see how powerful you are!”

This voice resounded throughout the Supreme Sect!

He wasn’t just provoking Sword Venerable Fudao, but also passing a message to the Vice Sect Hierarch, urging him to come quickly.

He was a cultivator of the Fifth Layer of the Mystic Heart Realm; even if he couldn’t defeat Sword Venerable Fudao, holding him off for a while wouldn’t be difficult.

However, the only response was the sound of something breaking through the air!

As soon as Venerable Chi Qian spoke, the treasure sword before Zuo Yijian suddenly aimed at Venerable Chi Qian. The terrifying sword intent exploded instantly, sending everyone around flying away.

The entire city saw a chilling light shoot out from the city, soaring to the sky, unstoppable!

In his backward motion, Zuo Lin saw the chilling light cleaving through the sea of thunderclouds in the sky, as if splitting the heavens in half, shocking his eyes.

Venerable Chi Qian was also frightened by the sudden attacking treasure sword.

That was fast!

Unable to dodge in time, he instinctively raised the long knife in his hand, but he couldn’t bring up the knife faster than the speed at which the treasure sword was coming.

With a boom!

The long knife in his hand shattered. As the sword tip neared him, the horrifying sword Qi of the Taicang Divine-Shocking Sword erupted abruptly, crushing his flesh.

With one sweep of the sword, Venerable Chi Qian’s figure vanished!

Where the sword passed, the sea of clouds split, leaving a grand and unparalleled sword Qi mark in the sky.

A renowned Great Cultivator of the Mystic Heart Realm couldn’t even escape with his primordial spirit, not to mention using his Mystic Heart Divine Power!

The gap was too vast!

Venerable Chi Qian had no power to resist!

Ancestor Kusong, suspended high in the sky, his robes fluttering and white hair blowing, looked at the direction where the sword Qi went. This Supreme Elder was dumbfounded, unable to stay calm.

Having fought with Venerable Chi Qian, he deeply understood the terror of this demon cultivator, feeling an unfathomable depth.

Such a powerful existence was killed by Sword Venerable Fudao with one slash?

From beginning to end, Sword Venerable Fudao never showed up!

Whoosh!

The sound of something breaking through the air came again, and the treasure sword flew back from the horizon, drawing a perfect arc in the sky, finally falling into the Heavenly Repair Platform.

Clang!

The sword blade plunged into the platform, sparks flying, the sword body shaking violently, creating afterimages.

Laying on the ground, Zuo Yijian looked at his treasure sword, unable to close his mouth.

The entire city was silent!

Far away in the Third Medicine Valley, Gu An’s lips curled up, the lifespan-stealing prompt appearing before his eyes, proving Venerable Chi Qian was indeed dead.

Gu An turned his head towards the main city of the sect, where the battle was still ongoing, but he had no intention to intervene.

He had already acted twice today; one more, thrice makes it noteworthy!

The Supreme Sect also needed its tribulation crossing!

Soon, thunderous cheers erupted in the Outer City, even the servant disciples in the Third Medicine Valley could hear it. Though they couldn’t make out what was being shouted, they were all very nervous.

Gu An stayed beside Lu Lingjun, fearing other disciples would interrupt her path enlightenment.

…

In the Outer City, more and more people rushed up to the Heavenly Repair Platform. Ancestor Kusong descended from the sky, falling in the center of the crowd, right in front of Zuo Yijian.

At this moment, Zuo Yijian was tightly gripping his sword, unwilling to sheath it, let alone hand it over to anyone.

“Junior, can you let me see this sword?” Ancestor Kusong smiled warmly as he asked.

Zuo Yijian looked at him as if guarding against a thief, not agreeing.

“Wait, the sword intent below us is strengthening!”

A sudden cry from an old man made everyone look down, seeing the flowing sword intent in the characters of “Righteous Path”.

Just now, as the sword fell, Gu An’s sword intent had passed into these two characters, enhancing the sword intent within, amplifying Sword Venerable Fudao’s deterrence.

Ancestor Kusong turned and looked at the two words of “Righteous Path”, feeling the flowing sword intent within. He slowly closed his eyes.

Zuo Yijian turned to leave, retreating, sending a message to Zuo Lin, saying, “Liner, go retrieve my Investiture of the Gods.”

Far away.

Ye Lan stood at the edge of the Heavenly Repair Platform, surrounded by disciples of the Hall of Law Enforcement who discussed the power of Sword Venerable Fudao excitedly. She, however, thought of Gu An.

With such a powerful backing, her senior brother should be very safe, right?

…

The sun set and the moon rose, and after the moonset, a new day dawned.

After a full day and night, the battle in the main city of the sect finally came to an end.

In the morning, after morning exercises, Gu An and Xiaochuan guarded Lu Lingjun on either side.

Leaning against the wooden fence, Xiaochuan stood five steps away from Lu Lingjun, curiously asking, “Senior Brother, what is she doing?”

Lu Lingjun’s anomaly had been noticed by all disciples. Gu An forbade anyone from disturbing her, thus she managed to stay undisturbed for an entire night.

Gu An speculated, “She might be practicing some kind of miracle skill. She’s a Great Cultivator; her realm is beyond our guessing.”

“What kind of cultivation technique can keep her motionless all night?” Xiaochuan asked, puzzled.

“It’s not a cultivation technique; it’s just that I’ve understood.”

Lu Lingjun suddenly said. Xiaochuan was stunned, taking a few steps back.

Lu Lingjun didn’t look at him but glanced at Gu An. Gu An also stepped back, signaling Xiaochuan with his eyes, and Xiaochuan immediately slipped away.

Gu An concernedly asked, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, thank you for staying by my side.” Lu Lingjun replied calmly.

Gu An pretended to be relieved, then said, “You should rest, standing for a day must be tiring.”

“I suddenly remembered, did you hold my hand when we returned yesterday?” Lu Lingjun stepped forward and asked.

She had been immersed in the recollection of her path enlightenment and hadn’t shrugged off Gu An’s hand, which seemed absurd to her on reflection.

Gu An coughed awkwardly, saying, “I was scared at the time, don’t mind it.”

“I’ve never had a man hold my hand before.” Lu Lingjun said, staring at Gu An.

Ha ha!

Do you think I believe that?

Living for two thousand years, trying to play ghost stories with me?

Gu An’s face turned stern, he said seriously, “What? The Valley Master can’t feel your hand?”

He had saved her a hundred years of detours, what was holding her hand worth?

Lu Lingjun smiled, her smile carrying deeper implications, she said, “Alright, from now on, you are mine then.”

She didn’t wait for Gu An’s reply and turned to leave.

Gu An froze briefly, quickly catching up, saying, “Ms. Lu, I was joking, don’t take it to heart. After a while, I will talk to the Sect Leader and have him transfer you out.”

“Too late.”

Lu Lingjun pushed Gu An aside, continuing forward.

Gu An said to himself, this was bad, he got tricked!

“By the way, I plan to cross the tribulation above the Medicine Valley, what do you think?” Lu Lingjun’s voice trailed as she stopped and faced away from Gu An.

Gu An frowned, asking, “Crossing the tribulation requires a lot of preparation. Why not wait for the Sect Leader to return? I’ll ask him to take you to the tribulation area.”

“I can’t wait. With your strong ties in the Supreme Sect, if anyone comes, you speak for me. Don’t worry, I won’t affect the medicinal herbs in the valley.”

With that, she leapt up, flying thousands of feet high. A green lotus flew out from her sleeve, rapidly expanding. She stepped into the lotus and sat down.

This scene made the servant disciples exclaim. Xiaochuan approached Gu An again, asking what Lu Lingjun was doing.

Gu An looked up at Lu Lingjun, replying, “She’s going to cross the tribulation.”

As he watched, Lu Lingjun kept waving her hands, and one magic artifact after another flew out, quickly forming circle after circle of formations around her.

He suddenly became interested, wanting to see how terrifying a heavenly tribulation in the Mystic Heart Realm was.

“Crossing the tribulation?” Xiaochuan was stunned, his gaze shifting to the sky where Lu Lingjun was.

…

In the Wanji Forest, within the Six Paths Mahayana Array.

A group of seven figures suddenly saw a black flame appear among them, startling them to their feet, who then bowed.

“Greetings, Sect Hierarch!”

The seven figures said in unison, drawing the attention of the cult followers arranging the offerings nearby.

The offerings were all living people, each stuck with talisman paper, unable to move. The place where they stood was encircled by formations, their faces filled with terror, some even fainted from fear.

“Where is the Vice Sect Hierarch?”

A tired voice came from within the black flame, belonging to Butcher Immortal Jing, the Ephemera Sect’s Sect Hierarch.

An old man wearing a mask replied, “He hasn’t returned yet, but the attack on the Supreme Sect has already failed. We lost seventy percent of our spies in the Supreme Sect. According to the messages we received, Venerable Chi Qian was killed by Sword Venerable Fudao with one strike. But the Vice Sect Hierarch has not shown up, it’s unclear where he went.”

His tone grew heavy when mentioning this.