Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

Figures had gathered within a Redwood Forest, their clothing styles all quite different.

The two on the left both wore white robes with the words ”Three Realms” inscribed on the chest. The man leading them had a sharp, weaselly face, his eyes drifting toward a woman on the right with a predatory gaze.

The man beside him shook his head helplessly. ”Senior Brother Xia, this isn’t the Three Realms Sect. You should show some restraint.”

The weaselly-faced man shook his head. ”I’ll look if I want to. What’s that got to do with whether or not we’re on Three Realms Sect territory?”

The man beside him could only shake his head and sigh, saying no more.

The three on the right were all clad in white linen robes. It was an attire Wen Qingye would have recognized at once: the uniform of the Flowing Cloud Sect.

Two of them had cultivation at the Destruction Realm Sixth Layer Heaven, while the sole woman’s cultivation was at the Seventh Heaven of Destruction Realm. She was exquisitely beautiful, and she was the one the Three Realms Sect’s Senior Brother Xia was staring at relentlessly.

The Flowing Cloud Sect woman finally snapped, ”Xia Liu, keep staring at me, and I’ll gouge your eyes out. See if I don’t.”

Xia Liu rolled his eyes. ”I’m just looking. What’s it to you? They’re my eyes; I’ll look at whoever I please.”

”Then don’t look at me,” the woman said with a frown.

Xia Liu said with a cheeky grin, ”If you weren’t looking at me, how would you know I was looking at you? Isn’t that right, Chen Xi’Er?”

”You must be looking to die! Don’t think you can act so brazenly just because we have the same cultivation level and you have Cai Tianyuan covering for you back at the sect. You think I can’t handle you? I can still knock all your teeth out, believe you me!”

Cai Tianyuan was the Chief Disciple of the Three Realms Sect. His cultivation was incredibly high, his innate talent was exceptional, and he was quite famous throughout the entire Eastern Profound Domain.

Seeing Xia Liu’s smirking face, Chen Xi’Er’s fury surged, and her hand began to glow with a brilliant cyan light.

But just then, several sounds echoed from the distance.

Everyone instinctively looked into the distance. Three dark figures flickered toward them. As they drew near, the group recognized the attire of the Celestial Profound Sect. Everyone’s Heart Spirit was shaken, and the Flowing Cloud Sect’s Chen Xi’Er slowly withdrew her offensive stance.

”Today was supposed to be the day our four sects hunted this Flaming Three-Headed Dog together. It seems we of the Celestial Profound Sect are late.”

A hearty laugh came from afar, and the three from the Celestial Profound Sect slowly landed before the crowd.

When Xia Liu saw who had arrived, his eyes widened, and he couldn’t help but swallow hard.

One of the women had skin like fresh snow. Her bright eyes shone like starlight, yet they were cold. She had a delicate, upturned nose, rose-red lips, and pearly teeth that could stir any heart. A snow-white robe further accentuated her beauty.

The red-robed young woman beside her, while a fraction less stunning by comparison, was still a rare beauty in her own right, possessing a more lively and charming appeal.

Chen Xi’Er felt a surge of displeasure and let out a heavy, cold snort.

It must be said that people are strange creatures sometimes. Women, especially. It’s nearly impossible to guess what’s truly on their minds.

Of these three, Wen Qingye would have recognized two of them. The first was, surprisingly, Yann Chuxue, and the second was Mo Qing.

Yann Chuxue’s presence now was a world apart from what it once was. Her cultivation was a fair bit higher than Wen Qingye’s, having already reached the peak of the Seventh Heaven of Destruction Realm. This was all thanks to the power provided by Lan Feng’s Primordial Spirit—power that, in a way, Wen Qingye had prepared for her.

The moment Yann Chuxue landed, her eyes scanned the surroundings, as if searching for something.

Meanwhile, Mo Qing began to mutter, ’Where is that Wen Qingye? The Jade Token said he’d be here. What an annoying guy. Does he enjoy being late?’

”Brother Lei!”

”Brother Lei!”

Xia Liu of the Three Realms Sect and Chen Xi’Er cupped their fists in greeting toward the man leading the Celestial Profound Sect group.

This third person from the Celestial Profound Sect was no ordinary figure. He was Lei Hao, a disciple of the Celestial Profound Sect’s Sect Master. Although he wasn’t yet a Direct Disciple, everyone knew it was only a matter of time before he would be.

”Junior Brother Xia, no need for such formalities. I still owe Senior Brother Cai for his help back at Wasp Valley.” Lei Hao waved a dismissive hand, his gaze sweeping the area as he smiled. ”It looks like your people from the Three Realms Sect and the members of the Flowing Cloud Sect are all here. Where are the people from the Celestial Thunder Hall? Why aren’t they here yet?”

Xia Liu and Chen Xi’Er both shook their heads, indicating they didn’t know.

Chen Xi’Er looked at the two women behind Lei Hao, frowned, and asked, ”I wonder how many people the Upper Sect dispatched this time?”

Her eyes were sharp, and she had naturally gauged Mo Qing’s cultivation at the Destruction Realm Sixth Layer Heaven, which was frankly underwhelming. If the Celestial Profound Sect had only dispatched these three, she would be sorely disappointed.

Lei Hao shook his head. ”No, there’s one more person. It seems they haven’t arrived yet.”

”Who?” Chen Xi’Er asked reflexively.

Lei Hao said with a smile, ”Wen Qingye.”

”Him?” Before Chen Xi’Er could say a word, Xia Liu exclaimed in shock, ”Wasn’t his cultivation in the Yin-Yang Realm just a short while ago? Even if his talent is extraordinary, his current level is probably nothing to write home about. Besides, didn’t his meridians shatter?”

A frigid glare shot from Yann Chuxue’s cold eyes, stabbing toward Xia Liu.

Xia Liu instantly felt a chill pierce his heart. ’What did I say wrong?’ A cold sweat began to trickle down his spine.

Hearing Xia Liu, Mo Qing sneered and retorted without any courtesy, ”Wen Qingye’s cultivation isn’t impressive? His actual strength is incredible. And you? You’re just a pervert. The sight of you makes me want to puke.”

”Ha! I was just talking, just talking,” Xia Liu said with a hollow laugh. He was starting to lose his nerve. His eyes couldn’t help but dart toward Chen Xi’Er, who he now suddenly found to be incredibly endearing.

Lei Hao shook his head with a smile. ”You shouldn’t underestimate Junior Brother Wen. His strength is formidable.”

Hearing the members of the Celestial Profound Sect praise Wen Qingye, the people from the Three Realms Sect and the Flowing Cloud Sect were all quite astonished. ’Could the rumors about his shattered meridians be false? But if so, why was his name removed from the Cyan Cloud List?’ For a time, they were all thoroughly perplexed.

SWOOSH!

Just then, a frantic figure came running from the distance, clearly in a state of emergency.

The person stumbled toward them in a panic, their clothes tattered and their expression haggard.

When Xia Liu saw the person, he couldn’t help but be amused. ”Le Qian, what happened to you? Did a dog bite you?”

As he spoke, Xia Liu walked over to Le Qian’s side and began to size him up.

Le Qian shook his head with a bitter smile, his eyes filled with sorrow. ”No... it wasn’t...”

Noticing the faint sword wound on Le Qian’s shoulder, Lei Hao couldn’t help but ask in confusion, ”Brother Le, what in the world happened?”