Chapter 110: Senior Brother Will Arrive Soon!

With Yuwen Che taking the lead, those who had obtained the Spirit-Gathering Grass swiftly began contacting their acquaintances, creating a lively commotion. Dan Zhiqing watched Yuwen Che as he communicated with the members of the Primordial Sect, gripping the Spirit-Gathering Grass tightly in her hand.

Not everyone had received the Spirit-Gathering Grass: the two who had been beaten didn’t get any, nor did Sun Changfeng and Qiu Shuoran. The beaten pair, though previously busy contacting their sect elders, kept a wary eye on the situation; seeing others obtain the Spirit-Gathering Grass, they were consumed with regret. If only they had known things would turn out this way—why had they spoken so rashly!

Qiu Shuoran was growing anxious and sent a voice transmission to Sun Changfeng: “Master, do you think Xiao Jihan has some trick up his sleeve?”

Seeing Xiao Jihan and Yan Shu so composed and confident, Sun Changfeng was unsettled, but he replied via voice transmission, “What’s there to panic about? He did ask me for Beast-Luring Powder, and he did make it; we haven’t lied. Even if we step onto the Truth Platform, we have nothing to fear!”

Hearing this, Qiu Shuoran finally relaxed. Yet Sun Changfeng himself was uneasy. He looked at Yan Shu and said, “Uncle Yan, what is the meaning of this? No matter what, this is an internal matter of the Xuan Tian Sect. Why must you make it so public? Even if everyone knows, what difference does it make? All the disciple wants is justice. Right and wrong should be decided by the Hall of Discipline!”

Yan Shu nodded in agreement. “You’re right. If you hadn’t reminded me, I might have forgotten—we should indeed call upon the Hall of Discipline to preside over this.”

Sun Changfeng breathed a sigh of relief. As long as there was no trial before the masses, all would be well. He didn’t believe Xiao Jihan could clear his name entirely, but caution was always wise.

However, before Sun Changfeng could fully relax, Yan Shu took out the Xuan Ling Mirror and seemed to contact someone. The other end responded quickly, and a delighted voice rang out: “Little sister, you’re out?”

“Yes, I’ve come out,” Yan Shu replied, maintaining her persona and offering a slight smile as she looked at Bing Shien in the Xuan Ling Mirror. Then she said, “Let’s leave that aside for now. Second brother, I need your help with something.”

“No need to stand on ceremony with your brother!” Bing Shien waved his hand. “Just tell me what you need.”

Yan Shu’s expression became solemn. “Here’s the situation: I’d like you and several stewards from the Hall of Discipline to come to the entrance of the Brahma Heaven Secret Realm as quickly as possible. I just left the secret realm today, and already people have insulted me—they called me lazy, filthy, and accused me of chasing beauty for fame!”

Everyone: …

They hadn’t said anything about fame-chasing—she was adding words herself!

On the other end of the Xuan Ling Mirror, Bing Shien’s face darkened. He snorted coldly, “I want to see who’s bold enough to insult the Peak Master of the Xuan Tian Sect! Wait for me, little sister, I’ll be there immediately!”

Without waiting for Yan Shu’s reply, he cut off the connection.

Yan Shu turned to Sun Changfeng and said calmly, “Is this satisfactory?”

Could he say it wasn’t? Sun Changfeng had always known that the Peak Masters of the Xuan Tian Sect cherished Yan Shu dearly, but he hadn’t expected their affection to reach such lengths!

Bing Shien had said he’d arrive immediately, clearly intending to use a Teleportation Talisman. The distance from here to the Xuan Tian Sect was at least a thousand miles, and even a talisman crafted by Sect Master Wen Changhe himself could only cover three hundred miles per use. To arrive instantly, each person would need to use five talismans; including the stewards from the Hall of Discipline, this would be a considerable expense!

A sense of foreboding crept into Sun Changfeng’s heart. Today’s incident would not end smoothly, and in the end, it was likely that the unlucky one would not be Xiao Jihan!

Those who overheard the conversation between Yan Shu and Bing Shien were also growing anxious.

What on earth had possessed them to dare speak so rashly about the Peak Master of one of the four great sects?

Someone tried to slip away quietly, but with a wave of Yan Shu’s hand, the Thunder Jiao rushed over to intercept. Watching the person’s face turn deathly pale, Yan Shu said coolly, “Since you’ve taken my Spirit-Gathering Grass, there’s no reason to leave now, is there? Rest assured, I’ve invited my brother only to settle matters according to the Xuan Tian Sect’s rules, openly before everyone. I ask you all to remain simply as witnesses.”

She waved her hand again, and the Thunder Jiao returned to her side, shrinking in size and coiling around her, adding a breathtaking beauty to her presence that left everyone momentarily entranced.

Xiao Jihan frowned and released his spiritual sense.

Among those present, aside from Yuwen Che, Yan Shu, and Sun Changfeng, the rest were at most late-stage Golden Core cultivators. Xiao Jihan, like Yan Shu, had progressed rapidly in cultivation thanks to his training and the thousand-year-old spiritual wine, as well as his extraordinary talent.

Before entering the secret realm, he had already reached Nascent Soul stage; now, he was at the peak of Nascent Soul, just a hair’s breadth from breaking through to the Divine Transformation stage.

This was despite the enormous time, energy, and spiritual power he had invested in alchemy. His spiritual roots hadn’t fully evolved back then; now that they had, he could only imagine how terrifying his power would become.

When Yan Shu learned of his cultivation progress, she truly experienced the meaning of envy and jealousy.

As Xiao Jihan released his spiritual sense, a wave of pressure swept over the crowd, forcing them to focus all their energy on resisting it.

Yet soon the pressure faded, as if some great master had accidentally let their spiritual sense spill forth.

The crowd’s first reaction was to look toward Yuwen Che, who was already at mid-stage Divine Transformation.

Spiritual sense only affects those of similar or lesser cultivation, so Yuwen Che, being at mid-stage Divine Transformation, felt nothing.

Seeing everyone look at him, he frowned slightly.

But to the crowd, that frown meant something else—could it be that the youngest sword cultivator in the realm was also supporting Yan Shu?

This suspicion wasn’t limited to the onlookers; Dan Zhiqing and Sun Changfeng, who felt the pressure, also wondered.

Sun Changfeng glanced at Yuwen Che, feeling even more regretful for dragging Yan Shu into trouble.

Had he known things would unfold this way, he should have stood up for Yan Shu when she was besieged earlier. If he had, at least he wouldn’t be in such a passive position now.

Dan Zhiqing, meanwhile, was thinking of something else.

She looked at Yuwen Che’s frown, then at Yan Shu’s cold and ethereal beauty, and for the first time felt a murderous intent she couldn’t control!

Because of the seal, Yan Shu could sense Xiao Jihan’s spiritual pressure, but her experience was different from the others. To her, the pressure was merely a faint aura—one she was all too familiar with and simply ignored.

By now, more and more people who had received word were arriving by sword flight.