Chapter 778 - 530: Shen Yumo’s Crisis as a True Disciple, Sword Sect Senior Brother

The two women conversed eagerly with each other, enjoying their conversation.

Seeing this, Zheng Yi decided to leave first.

In the evening, Zheng Yi put down his bowl and chopsticks, speaking in a calm tone, "I will be going out for training for half a year, and after returning, I’ll start breaking through to the Foundation Establishment Realm."

Wang Manman naturally had no objections, and Liuu Ruyan certainly wouldn’t oppose.

Seeing Wang Manman hesitating to speak, Zheng Yi fixed his gaze firmly on her, saying, "It’s best if I travel alone this time.

The many enterprises left behind by the ancestor won’t encounter any issues.

I will only be exploring a few places around the Market; there won’t be any danger."

Zheng Yi emphasized emphatically.

Knowing her husband’s determination, Wang Manman simply gave a few reminders.

Then she looked at Liuu Ruyan and said, "I’ll have to trouble Ruyan, my sister, then."

"I’ll return in six months."

Zheng Yi reiterated.

The next day, as dawn barely broke the horizon.

Zheng Yi turned into a streak of light and left Celestial South Market.

Simultaneously, in the center of Celestial South Market,

an unexpected voice suddenly echoed coldly in the residence of the Celestial Star Courtyard, where the True Disciple of the Celestial Profound Sword Sect lived: "Junior Sister, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you, and I’ve missed you dearly."

A man with an enchanting face and fox-like alluring eyes descended from the sky.

Ignoring the surrounding Array, he took a step forward.

Forcefully he intruded.

And the others inside Celestial Star Courtyard, including those former loyal followers of True Disciple Tianxing Xiaoyue, were all subdued with no resistance.

Instantly, they were all entirely under control.

...

"My dear Junior Sister?

Where is she actually?"

Senior Brother stepped into the rear courtyard, his sinister gaze sweeping over the nearby maidservants.

He waved his right hand forward.

Instantly, a wicked wind blew, raising the maidservants, crashing each against the nearby walls.

"Master, Miss has already left Celestial South Market to search for the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Objects that Elder needs and will not return for now."

The sole personal maid, exerting much effort, finally managed to speak.

"Is that so?"

Senior Brother sat on the Master’s Chair, lost in thought.

His gaze swept over everyone around, a barely noticeable cold smile curved at his lips, a hint of chill flashed in his eyes, "In that case, Junior Sister and I truly have no fate."

Speaking, Senior Brother’s right hand reached forward again.

"Boom boom boom boom," except for the maid who had spoken previously.

All the other maidservants exploded instantly in flesh and blood, becoming a mist of blood.

"Not even capable of answering my questions. Having such useless people around Junior Sister is utterly useless.

Lanlan, you wouldn’t blame me, would you?"

Senior Brother looked down at Lanlan.

Lanlan pulled out a reluctant smile at the corner of her mouth, bowing her head obediently and saying, "I wouldn’t dare."

"Hahahahaha..."

Senior Brother laughed heartily, his laughter echoing in the rear courtyard for a long time, "When Junior Sister returns, remember to send me a message, or else, the next one to die will be you."

Amid the wild laughter, Senior Brother transformed into a streak of blue light, swiftly disappearing.

...

Above the forest of Hundred Thousand Mountains, a white light swiftly flew forward like a meteor.

Suddenly, the figure halted mid-air.

Shen Yumo’s complexion changed slightly, his brows furrowed.

"Ultimately, still pursuing."

Feeling the destruction of the Array in Celestial Star Courtyard, Shen Yumo’s face mildly trembled, "Hopefully, he remains somewhat sensible; if he dares touch Lanlan, I shall fight him ferociously to the end."

Shen Yumo murmured to himself, his gaze was bright and clear, falling deep within the forest, "The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Objects are there, with Master’s protection, I don’t believe Senior Brother would dare lay hands on me."

As soon as the words fell.

The blue wings behind Shen Yumo faintly flapped.

In the next moment, like an arrow from a bowstring, he swiftly flew forward once more.

...

Meanwhile, at the edge of Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Adjacent to Celestial South Market lies a small town—Qingshan Town.

Though located near Hundred Thousand Mountains, in a remote area, it has over ten accessible winding roads around it.

Despite knowing about this place.

Its scarcity of resources makes it seem like a barely considered paradise.

Zheng Yi arrived alone at the entrance of Qingshan Town, looking around.

There were bustling merchants, streams of people, and busy traffic, making it lively.

Though there are not many Cultivators here, mostly ordinary civilians, one can still feel a robust aura.

A carriage came speeding from afar along the official road, abruptly stopping in front of a tea stall, raising a cloud of dust.

Zheng Yi glanced at the burly men in the tea stall looking hard to mess with.

Each had an angry look but suppressed their rage and bowed their heads.

Hence, the driver of the carriage must be of notable status.

As the carriage slowly departed, it took quite a while for someone at the tea stall to curse quietly, "The Third Young Master Song of the Song Family is becoming more outrageous!"

"Who says not! If it weren’t for his family’s Uncle Song being a Cultivator, for us who have struggled in the Martial World, living with our heads on the line, how could we tolerate him acting so recklessly?"

"Enough! If these words get out, our heads are going to move!"

Indeed.

In this mundane world, Cultivators for most Mortals are like an unshakeable mountain.

Only Cultivators can resist Cultivators, although perhaps there are Cultivators sitting in Qingshan Town, clearly they have nothing to do with these men.

"Third Young Master Song?"

Zheng Yi sat in a corner of the tea stall, holding a bowl of the cheapest tea, which one could buy a small pot for merely three cents.

Zheng Yi’s mouth slightly curled upward.