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Chapter 1442: Chapter 60: My Disciple Wang Ruobing! Possessing the Stature of a True Demon (Vote for Monthly Ticket)_4

How many years has it been?

Liu Anquan didn’t even get a chance to make a move.

The only time his master took action was to flirt and banter with the madam, but as a mere Precious Shield, he wouldn’t dare interfere in their affairs.

Sigh~

When can I, Anquan, show off my might?

…

Time swiftly flew by, and another half year had passed.

Extreme Western Land.

Yinsha Sect.

The continuous mountain ranges wound like a resting dragon, stretching from the foothills all the way to the distant sky. The perennially unceasing cold wind roared over the ridges, rendering the already towering mountains more forbidding and desolate.

As the saying goes, the whole day’s work depends on a good start in the morning.

The moment of sunrise is also the most efficient time of day to practice swordsmanship.

At this time, just as the sun was peeking over the horizon, a large number of disciples who had recently joined the Sect had already gathered on the Sword-viewing Terrace in front of the SacRed Temple. Some were practicing their sword moves alone, some were sparring with each other, while others were exchanging recent insights on cultivation.

On any normal day, the Sword-viewing Terrace would be bustling with activity, but today it was unusually quiet. Even the disciples sparring were unconsciously lowering their voices as if afraid to disturb something.

Everyone’s gaze was intentionally or unintentionally glancing towards the edge of the Sword-viewing Terrace.

There, on a protruding rugged rock, stood a slender figure against the snow, hands behind his back, gazing distantly and lost in thought.

Dressed in white, the figure had the elegance of jade, and though he appeared middle-aged, he still maintained a dashing and imposing aura. This caused many disciples who stole glances from afar to reveal looks of reverence and admiration. Some of the female disciples blushed, their eyes sparkling with various thoughts.

This figure was no other than the Sect Master of the Yinsha Sect, Demon Lord Qi Hongzhao.

He was low-profile by nature, even within the Yinsha Sect, he mostly kept to himself, meaning lower-ranked disciples seldom had the chance to see him and knew of him only through rumors. It was only in the past half year that he showed up more frequently, lately without any particular reason, gazing into the distance from the Sword-viewing Terrace, solidifying his presence among the lower-ranked disciples.

However, what these younger disciples didn’t know was that at this moment, Qi Hongzhao felt rather melancholic.

Almost a year had passed without him realizing it since Demon Lord Xietong’s clone was destroyed.

Over this nearly one year period, the battles along the borders had visibly subsided. Whether it was the Anti-Qian Army from West Jin and South Qin or from East Qian Country, it was as if they had agreed to slow down the attack tempo, the battles visibly entering a lull.

South Qin, West Jin, and the Yinsha Sect thus had the chance to recuperate and heal.

But Qi Hongzhao knew that this was merely the calm before the storm.

Although Demon Lord Xietong had left South Qin, he had not gone far. Instead, he had found a spot at the edge of the Seas of Without Desires, between the Yinsha Sect and South Qin and West Jin, to build a makeshift palace, making it clear he intended to take on East Qian Country.

Judging by Demon Lord Xietong’s stance, he surely wouldn’t let matters rest.

Once he brings reinforcements from the Real Demon Palace and secures support, battles would inevitably resume, and that would be the real hard fight. Then, who knows how many would die and how many resources would be drained. The key issue was that, somehow, even knowing that the Real Demon Palace would provide support, he had little confidence in the final outcome.

Originally, during this rare time for recuperation, he had intended to properly train his disciple, but who knew that Wang Ruobing had encountered a bottleneck in her cultivation several months ago and had requested to leave the mountain for real-world experience.

As her Master, he naturally had no reason to refuse; he had let her go down the mountain. After all, once this lull was over, it would only be more dangerous for her to seek experience outside.

And so, she went, and several months had passed.

Ah~ He had no idea how Ruobing was doing on her journey, whether she had encountered any dangers, or when she would return… Winter was fast approaching, and if she didn’t return soon, she would miss the new year.

Qi Hongzhao was full of melancholy, feeling he had more worries in these few months than in his near three thousand years of life.

Suddenly,

His expression changed, and he looked up at the sky.

A long phoenix cry came from the far sky, and a Transparent, ice-like light surrounded by wisps of black energy shot from the horizon. The light faintly took the shape of a phoenix, its overwhelming might approaching before one could see it, astonishingly powerful.

By this time, the disciples on the Sword-viewing Terrace also saw the sight in the sky, and a commotion ensued.

“It’s Miss Ruobing returning from her cultivation journey!”

Over the years, Wang Longyan had accumulated a considerable reputation within the Yinsha Sect through her strength. Seeing her now, the crowd was naturally thrilled.

Amidst the noise, the light in the sky had already successfully passed the verification of the Yinsha Sect’s Mountain Protection Array and descended onto the Sword-viewing Terrace.

Soon, the light dissipated to reveal two figures inside.

Leading was a figure in white robe, face obscured by light gauze, hair cascading over her shoulders, her aura cold and otherworldly, a veritable Exiled Immortal—Wang Longyan.

Following her was another woman dressed in a black leather outfit with a fiery figure.

Seeing this, the enthusiastic younger disciples immediately crowded around, bombarding them with questions and with the eager male disciples inquiring about the origin of the black-clad woman.

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