Watching the Mountain

Chapter 404: Chapter 215: Wuchen’s Decision

The reason Zhang Zhentian and Shen Wuchen stumbled into a fight was quite simple.

They had found the Wangyue Sect.

It was now the 125th year of the Hidden Dao Era. After drifting at sea for twenty-five years, they had finally reached their destination.

Finding the Wangyue Sect had been something of a coincidence.

At the time, Zhang Zhentian, Shen Wuchen, Ye Qingyue, and Chu Lingxiao were speeding across the sea on their Flying Ship when they suddenly came upon a battle.

A white-haired old woman in a green dress was being mobbed by three others. Judging from the shockwaves of the battle, they were all Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators.

As the battle raged, the white-haired woman in green glanced back. Aboard the Flying Ship, Ye Qingyue’s eyes reddened, and she cried out, ”Master.”

The moment the word left her lips, she shot out of the Flying Ship and flew toward the battlefield.

Aboard the Flying Ship, Zhang Zhentian, Shen Wuchen, and Chu Lingxiao were startled. With no time for a second thought, they immediately rushed out after her.

Su Yingxue was already losing ground against the three Cultivators of the same Realm. When she suddenly heard Ye Qingyue’s cry, it sounded familiar. She risked a glance and saw Ye Qingyue’s face.

She froze for a moment at the sight of the familiar face. But in the middle of a battle, she had no time to think. She quickly steadied herself and refocused on the enemy’s attacks.

However, that split second of distraction was all her enemies needed to seize an opening.

Her opponents let out a sinister cackle—the sound of impending victory.

Su Yingxue saw this, her pupils contracting. ’This is bad!’ she thought.

And yet, just then, the expressions of the enemies opposite her—who had been building up their killing intent—suddenly froze. The terrifying aura vanished, replaced by looks of utter confidence. They held their heads high, their noses in the air.

It was as if they were already savoring their victory.

Su Yingxue was dumbfounded by this sudden turn of events.

Based on what had just happened, her three opponents would have every right to look so triumphant—if they had actually unleashed their killing blow.

But...

They hadn’t even attacked yet, had they?

How could they skip the process and go straight to enjoying the result?

In a mere instant, countless thoughts flashed through Su Yingxue’s mind as she tried to make sense of the bizarre scene.

Then, as she was lost in thought, a figure robed in white purer than snow entered her vision.

He was devastatingly handsome, with sharp brows and eyes like stars. His expression was one of cold, aloof pride, as if he were a Banished Immortal gracing the mortal world. He was utterly extraordinary.

The moment she saw him, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind:

’Who is he? How can someone be so otherworldly? Has an Immortal truly descended upon the mortal realm?’

However, Su Yingxue suddenly held her head high, a heroic thought filling her mind: ’This Immortal... I can beat him!’

’So what if he’s an Immortal? I, Su Yingxue, will slay an Immortal today!’

The thought had barely formed when three screams from the men opposite her jolted her back to her senses.

Her pupils contracted. As she recalled the thought she just had, a look of horror spread across her face.

’What was wrong with me just now?’

’Why would I have a thought like that?’

And now, she finally remembered. The white-robed figure before her, the one who looked like a Banished Immortal—wasn’t he Ye Qingyue’s opponent during the Grand Tournament between sects in Changqing County?

She had been the one to tell Ye Qingyue to concede the match.

Her expression was complicated as she stared at Shen Wuchen.

’He’s the youngest Nascent Soul Cultivator in the Cultivation Realm in a hundred thousand years, Wuchen True Monarch?’

’My bizarre state of mind just now... it must have had something to do with him, right?’

When Shen Wuchen broke through to the Nascent Soul Stage, the stir he caused in the Cultivation Realm had been immense. Even overseas, legends of it had spread.

The Wangyue Sect specialized in intelligence gathering, so their knowledge of Wuchen True Monarch far surpassed that of ordinary factions.

She recalled that this Wuchen True Monarch followed the path of the Flying Immortal Stream. Although he was the youngest Nascent Soul True Monarch in a hundred thousand years, his actual combat record had set a rather different precedent in the Cultivation Realm: as a Nascent Soul, he had lost to Golden Core Stage Cultivators on two separate occasions.

’How did he manage to affect me?’

Countless thoughts flashed through Su Yingxue’s mind, but she quickly steadied herself, pushing them aside to calm down.

But just as she calmed down and prepared to resume the fight, she realized that the corpses of the three enemies who had been besieging her were now floating on the sea.

Where they had stood was now a powerfully built young man in dark martial attire. He held a longsword that glinted coldly and exuded a terrifying might, yet he stood there with perfect composure, as if nothing had happened.

The three enemies who had been besieging Su Yingxue were only at the Nascent Soul Early Stage.

Zhang Zhentian’s Cultivation had long since broken through to the Nascent Soul Middle Stage. With his inherently explosive power, coupled with Shen Wuchen’s support, killing three Nascent Soul Early Stage Cultivators was as easy as slicing melons and chopping vegetables.

To Su Yingxue, however, this was utterly astounding.

She could sense Zhang Zhentian’s Cultivation and knew full well the vast gulf between the Nascent Soul Early Stage and the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.

’But how long was I dazed just now?’

In a matter of moments, the three enemies who had nearly pushed her into a life-or-death crisis had been slain. It was utterly shocking.

’Is he one of Qingyue’s fellow disciples too?’

A flicker of doubt crossed Su Yingxue’s mind, but it was quickly dispelled by a soft embrace.

”Master.” Ye Qingyue clung to Su Yingxue, her emotions overwhelming her.