Junior sister took first place again

Chapter 512: Sword Immortal Returns

The devilish rain was pouring down, seemingly without end, washing over the ruins of the Xuanling Sect's mountain gate that had been standing there for several days.

The polluted air was filled with despair. Only the remaining forbidden spiritual lights from a few main peaks flickered tenaciously in the thick black rain of demonic energy, like a candle in the wind.

Outside the Zixiao Cloud Terrace, the lead-gray mist was almost solidified.

Ten thrilling days have passed since Immortal Master Jiyun was seriously injured and imprisoned.

Qin Guanting, the head of Piaomiao Peak, the once free and easy master of music cultivation, now had tattered robes, his left arm hanging limply, and the severe pain of broken bones was forcibly suppressed.

He leaned on his life-originated weapon "Floating Qing", like a blood-stained sculpture, firmly protecting the head of the Divine Medicine Peak, whose breath was weak and whose face was as pale as gold paper.

The claw scars on Master Li Huanfeng's chest were so deep that the bones could be seen, and they were surrounded by black energy. The life-saving spiritual herb held tightly in his hand had long since exhausted its spiritual power.

If it weren't for the sect leader's senior brother using himself as a shield to withstand Meng Ze's fatal sneak attack, the two of them would have died long ago.

The Immortal Master Mengze, who was floating in the air, had a tall and slender figure, and his face retained a bit of the gauntness of an immortal. However, his eyes, which should have been bright as the moon, were now deeply immersed in a thick black and purple demonic shadow, flowing with madness, ambition and a hint of twisted joy.

The unhealthy pale skin contrasts with the strange dark red lip color, and the black energy and spiritual light around the body blend strangely, exuding the evil charm of a fallen immortal.

Beside him, Ji Huan, the lord of Huiyue City, had a handsome face shrouded in resentment and viciousness.

The death of the eldest son of the Ji family at the hands of Ning Jiasheng made him unable to maintain his usual calm demeanor. His hatred for the Xuanling Sect, especially the Qinglian Immortal Venerable's lineage, was deep-rooted.

On the other side, the Crescent Moon City Lord Lingru was beautiful and enchanting with a graceful figure. However, countless reddish-brown slippery tentacles around her body were looming in the demonic energy. The tentacles were covered with densely packed lips that opened and closed unsteadily, and a long, scarlet, barbed tongue protruded, dripping with sticky demonic liquid that could easily penetrate the body's protective spiritual power and corrode everything.

She looked at the people who were resisting stubbornly below, and there was a morbid interest flashing in her charming eyes.

"Junior Brother Qin, Junior Brother Cheng,"

Immortal Master Meng Ze's voice was lazy and cruel, filled with a cold malice. "After ten days of suffering, Junior Brother Zhong must have felt like a year in Zixiao Cloud Terrace. Why should you be buried with him? Submit to the new order, and the position of Peak Master will still be yours."

"Mengze, old thief," Qin Guanting shouted fiercely, but Qin Yi remained as unyielding as a lone peak. "You acted hypocritically, colluded with the demons, and slaughtered your fellow disciples. You have ruined the Xuanling Sect's thousand-year reputation. If anything happens to my eldest brother, I will venge you with my whole life!"

"Stubborn."

A devilish light flashed in Meng Ze's eyes, and his patience ran out. "Capture him! No matter if he lives or dies!"

The pent-up resentment in Ji Huan's eyes erupted like a volcano, and he let out a deafening demonic roar: "Xuanling Sect, blood debt must be repaid with blood!"

Countless devil claws made up of resentful souls' faces, carrying vicious curses against the Xuanling Sect's skills and bloody violent demonic energy, grabbed Qin Guanting.

Lingru giggled coquettishly, her eyes scanning the entire room like a venomous snake: "Tsk tsk, what a pity, that pretty little fox isn't here..."

Before he finished speaking, countless reddish-brown tentacles with hair-tingling lips and long tongues dripping with corrosive mucus and covered with barbs tore through space and coiled towards the seriously injured Li Huan Peak Master like venomous snakes.

A glimmer of determination blazed in Qin Guanting's eyes, and his remaining spiritual energy madly poured into the Fuqing, causing the zither to emit a mournful cry. Peak Master Li Huan gathered the last faint wisp of emerald green spiritual light at his fingertips, ready to fight to the death...

Clang——!!!

A clear and melodious sword sound, cleansing the heavens and all worlds, tore through the clouds without warning, instantly drowning out the demon's howl, the sound of rain, and even all the noise between heaven and earth.

This sword energy is pure, vast, and ancient, carrying with it an unquestionable sense of judgment and order from the beginning of the world.

For the disciples of Xuanling Sect, this voice is like a mark imprinted deep in their souls.

"It's Uncle Qinglian!"

Qin Guanting and Cheng Qinglu recognized it instantly, and an unbelievable ecstasy burst out of their desperate eyes.

An indescribable sword light descended from the sky, containing chaos and rebirth, extinction and eternity. Wherever the sword light reached, time and space froze.

The evil claws of the resentful souls that grabbed Qin Wuya were like throwing themselves into the flames of purification. Countless faces instantly melted and disintegrated amidst the shrill screams.

The strange tentacles that rolled towards Cheng Qinglu were like being hit by an invisible giant hammer, and the reddish-brown limbs broke into pieces. Those disgusting lips and long tongues turned into ashes under the sword intent.

Lingru's beautiful face twisted instantly, and her demonic body was shaken violently and flew back.

The laziness and cruelty on the face of Immortal Master Mengze, who was floating in the air, were completely frozen the moment the sword rang out. His eyes, which were deeply immersed in the devil's shadow, suddenly shrank to the extreme, and incomparable horror and fear burst out from the depths of his pupils.

As one of the top sword cultivators in the world, his familiarity with this sword intent even surpassed his perception of his own innate sword energy.

"Qinglian?! Impossible!!"

Immortal Master Mengze screamed, his voice distorted by extreme fear, and he no longer had any composure.

The demonic energy and immortal light around him instantly boiled to the peak, and all his defenses were instinctively pushed to the extreme. He felt as if he was facing a great enemy, as if he was not facing a fellow disciple, but a world-destroying divine punishment sent down by heaven.

Ji Huan and Ling Ru were even more terrified. The absolute sense of suppression brought by the sword intent, which originated from the life level, made them instantly confirm the identity of the visitor.

"Qinglian Immortal Venerable!"

Ji Huan's roar was filled with incredible horror and deep resentment, but more of it was the fear that came from the depths of his soul.

Lingru let out a short and sharp hiss, which was the natural fear of the higher demons at being crushed by absolute power.

The sword light faded, and a tall and straight figure in a green robe appeared silently in front of Qin Wuya and Cheng Qinglu.

He had no sword in his hand, but where he stood, the space seemed to be cut and smoothed by invisible sword intent.

It is none other than the true pillar of Xuanling Sect, the world's leading swordsman—Immortal Qinglian!

His immortal demeanor and his equal treatment of all beings were once praised by the world. However, in this situation, the chill emanating from his body froze time and space, causing the magic rain in the sky to stagnate.

"Uncle Master!"

The two peak masters survived the disaster, their voices choked with emotion.

The gaze of the Immortal Qinglian swept calmly across the wounded sect, passed by the two seriously injured nephews, and finally fell on the Immortal Mengze, who was as if on the edge of the abyss, with demonic light flashing wildly, and the terrified Demon City Lord.

"Mengze," Immortal Qinglian spoke, his voice as calm as water, yet it contained an absolute chill that froze time and space. "You have colluded with evil spirits, brought disaster to the Taoist tradition, and harmed your fellow disciples. You must be executed."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed his finger like a sword and lightly tapped the void where Mengze was.

There was no earth-shattering sound, no dazzling brilliance, a subtle sword mark condensed to the extreme, containing the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, appeared out of thin air, ignoring the spatial distance, ignoring all defenses, and instantly pointed to the center of the eyebrows of Immortal Master Mengze.

Quick! Beyond all perception! As if the sword's will was already here!

The soul of the deceased Immortal Master Mengze emerged, the Dawn Sword danced wildly, the demonic energy and immortal light around his body burst out crazily, and layers of twisted shields took shape in an instant.

Ji Huan roared wildly, and desperately gathered the strongest blood shield of resentful souls to block the front, with deep hatred and a hint of madness in his eyes.

Lingru screamed and gushed out a torrent of corrosive magic liquid as thick as a waterfall, trying to resist the pure sword intent.

However, the tiny sword marks seemed to disappear into nothingness.

"Pfft!"

With a slight sound—a bright red spot suddenly appeared between the eyebrows of Immortal Master Mengze!

All the shields, including Ji Huan's blood shield and Lingru's magic liquid torrent, shattered like paper.

Immortal Master Mengze let out a howl so shrill that it didn't sound like a human voice. His entire body was bombarded by an ancient sacred mountain and flew backwards violently, spewing out a mixture of thick demonic energy and broken internal organs.

Although he was at the Tribulation Crossing Realm, he and Ji Huan Lingru had attacked the leader of Xuanling Sect not long ago.

Although they were successful in that battle, they also paid a heavy price by severely injuring and even imprisoning one of the most powerful sword cultivators of the time, Immortal Master Jiyun.

At this moment, although the sword mark between his eyebrows was not fatal, it had already damaged the origin of his soul. The terrifying sword intent raged wildly in his body, and his foundation of Taoism almost collapsed.

"go!"

Immortal Master Mengze endured the severe pain that almost tore him apart and the burning sensation of his soul, and sent a hoarse message to the two demons, with only pure fear and the instinct to escape in his eyes.

Qinglian's strength was far beyond his imagination, even beyond the peak in his memory.

Ji Huan's demonic body shook, and he stared at the Immortal Qinglian with resentment, as if he wanted to carve this figure into his bones.

Before she fled, Ling Ru's beautiful eyes swept over the frightened yet ecstatic Xuanling Sect disciples below, and she chuckled in a charming voice that spread throughout the room:

"Immortal Qinglian is so majestic! What a shame about your two precious disciples. One is half-demon and has become the Demon King, wreaking havoc in the sect, and the other...tsk tsk, he's nowhere to be seen even with the sect in such chaos. Could it be that he's returned to his home base in Youzhou with Junior Sister?"

"The world's number one swordsman, with two of his true disciples both half-demons. This is truly... hilarious! Hahahaha!"

The laughter was full of malicious provocation and ridicule, directly pointing to the "stain" of Qinglian Immortal Venerable accepting a disciple, intending to sow the seeds of suspicion in the hearts of the panicked remnants of the Xuanling Sect.

"Shut up!" Qin Guanting shouted angrily, but Lingru's words had already struck like a poisonous sting.

Ji Huan transformed into a dark demonic light filled with deep resentment, while Ling Ru gathered her remaining tentacles and transformed into a glamorous and strange blood moon light. Following the injured Immortal Master Meng Ze, they fled for their lives towards the gate of Xuanling Sect, and in an instant, they disappeared in the thick demonic black rain and the distant mountains.

The Immortal Azure Lotus's expression was as calm as a still pond, as if he hadn't heard Ling Ru's provocation. He simply uttered two words, "Noisy."

The invisible pressure cleared away the remaining demonic energy and inexplicably calmed the chaotic minds of the disciples below.

He turned his gaze towards the restriction covered by magic patterns on Zixiao Yuntai, and pointed his finger like a sword, slashing through the air.

Tsk-!

The sound of tearing silk was heard, and the indestructible magic pattern restriction was like thin paper in front of the invisible sword intent and was easily torn apart.

In the center of the cloud platform, the Immortal Master Jiyun sat cross-legged, with chains of filthy demonic energy running through his body. His breath was as weak as a candle in the wind, his face was pale, and his life force was almost gone.

Obviously, these ten days were full of torture and erosion by evil spirits.

“Uncle Master…”

Zhong Yi sensed that the restriction had been broken, and he opened his eyes with difficulty. His dry lips moved slightly, but he made no sound.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Immortal Qinglian. He raised his hand and pressed it lightly. A pure and majestic green light that contained the vitality of nature enveloped the Immortal Jiyun.

The chains melted and disintegrated in the green light with a "sizzling" sound, and Immortal Jiyun's pale face regained a trace of vitality, but his origin was too badly damaged and he was still weak.

"Uncle Master! Senior Brother!" Two excited voices rang out.

True Man Zishuang and Chief Master Qingfeng flew over from afar.

The two men were breathing unsteadily and were injured. It was obvious that they had been hiding for several days, waiting for the opportunity.

Seeing the return of the Immortal Qinglian and the rescue of the eldest brother, his ecstasy and relief were beyond words.

However, Ling Ru's heartbreaking words just now made Cheng Yan and the disciples who came behind them look at the Great Elder and the Sect Master with a look of extremely complex and indescribable emotions in addition to awe and gratitude.

"Senior Brother Zishuang! Junior Brother Qingfeng!"

Qin Guanting was cheered up.

"Sect Master! Junior Sister! Junior Brother Qin!"

The head of Baiqi Peak saw the miserable state of the three people, especially the state of the sect master, and was filled with grief and anger. He paid homage to the Immortal Venerable Qinglian and said, "I am incompetent and failed to protect the sect. Please punish me, uncle!"

"Internal thieves collude with external demons, it is not the fault of war."

Qinglian Immortal Venerable's voice was calm, yet it carried a soothing power. "Jiyun and Lihuan's essences have been damaged, and they need to rest and recuperate."

"The sect is undergoing reconstruction, and much remains to be done. You and Cheng Yan will temporarily take charge of the sect's affairs, with Qingfeng and Feiyun assisting. Reintegrate the remaining disciples, purge the demonic influence within, repair the core restrictions, and reconstruct the foundation of the mountain protection formation."

"Yes, Great Elder!"

Everyone obeyed the order solemnly. The return of the Immortal Qinglian stabilized the remaining people's hearts and order like a stabilizing force, but the thorn of suspicion planted by Lingru had quietly taken root in the dark.

The Immortal Qinglian's gaze once again turned to the east, penetrating the magic rain and space, and falling towards the distant Youzhou.

Ah Sheng... Sailing... How have you been these days? My master has returned.