.......Once anyone makes a move, the Yellow Heaven Sect will definitely arrive first.
The people from Jade Cauldron Mountain and the Profound Nether Cult understood this as well.
The leaders on both sides exchanged a glance.
They both looked at the young man wearing the ritual crown of the Yellow Heaven Sect, murder hidden in their eyes.
To be frank, that youth was foolish.
He had said such things so early.
He actually thought he could scare off the Profound Nether Cult and Jade Cauldron Mountain with words.
He didn't consider that if those two forces dared to send people here, recklessly stepping into Baoji Kingdom with such high risk, there was no way a few words from him would make them retreat.
Now things were set.
As soon as Su Yun showed his face,
the Profound Nether Cult and Jade Cauldron Mountain would join forces against the Yellow Heaven Sect.
After the fight, they could discuss who Su Yun belonged to.
After the Yellow Heaven Sect youth’s words landed,
the people from Jade Cauldron Mountain and the Profound Nether Cult said nothing more.
The Yellow Heaven Sect members thought those two had been frightened into silence.
At this moment,
everything on this side was witnessed by Lu Ding, who had walked up from the lakeshore.
His terrifying physical condition granted extraordinary hearing, and he had already heard every word of their conversation without missing a beat.
“Yellow Heaven Sect, Jade Cauldron Mountain, Profound Nether Cult.”
“All familiar faces.”
These were among the forces that once stopped his unification of the western region.
The Yellow Heaven Sect needed no introduction.
A heretical cult!!!
A target of Great Han’s stern suppression.
Beside him, Yuwen Longyuan offered his opinion: “Then shall we wait for them to bite each other first, and after they're done, like a mantis stalking a cicada with a skylark behind, we swoop in to reap the spoils?”
Lu Ding shook his head: “Your idea may be clever, but it’s too convoluted. Either way they’re dead. Since we already see them, why leave them alive a little longer?”
“Whether they exhaust each other by fighting or not makes no difference to me.”
“Besides, I’m about to meet Su Yun. Let’s use them as practice, warm up our hands now.”
Saying that,
Lu Ding strode forward,
without hiding his movements at all.
All those unnecessary schemes could be discarded.
Lu Ding’s super intelligence told him it was time to use super strength.
Yuwen Longyuan sighed, helpless. Indeed, Lu Ding was strong enough that whatever he said he could back up.
Like a massive gym bro — when he’s huge, if he says headbutting a dragon gate builds muscles, people would believe him.
The crowds flowed outside the Qingfeng Pavilion.
Walking among them, Lu Ding’s scholar-warrior sleeves stood out brilliantly.
His destination was direct.
A straight line to the pavilion.
This abnormal behavior was soon noticed by the disciples from the three factions posted outside the pavilion as guards.
At first, they saw nothing odd,
only that the scholar-warrior sleeves looked familiar.
But when their gaze fell on the 749 shoulder insignia on Lu Ding’s shoulder, plainly displayed,
the Yellow Heaven Sect disciples, most savvy and quickest to react, were the first to speak up.
“7! 4!!!”
Before the nine’s number landed,
the Way of the Jinche slashed through.
A standing figure lost half a head, the body staggering in place spraying blood.
Sss........
It splattered onto the surrounding people.
Lu Ding’s figure flashed.
Celestial Shift.
In an instant he crossed the stone path flanked by hedges into the pavilion, taking position inside Qingfeng Pavilion.
A breeze passed, lotus flowers swayed, leaves gently bobbed.
Over a hundred disciples from Yellow Heaven Sect, Profound Nether Cult, and Jade Cauldron Mountain, who had been lined up along the flanking stone path, had their bodies shredded into fragments, scattered into the air and mixing with blood mist.
They contrasted sharply with the lake’s fully blooming white lotuses.
Heads fell, piling up. Lu Ding even meticulously sorted them into groups — three small heaps: one for Jade Cauldron Mountain, one for Yellow Heaven Sect, one for Profound Nether Cult.
In an instant,
the air inside Qingfeng Pavilion seemed to freeze.
The dazzling scholar-warrior sleeves and the glaring 749 shoulder insignia echoed each other.
The suffocating atmosphere made the faces of those seated in the pavilion go rigid with different expressions; not a single person dared so much as the slightest change in expression, let alone movement.
Even breathing halted.
Lu Ding felt the atmosphere solidify and decided to play the part.
“Looks like everyone recognizes me, so I won’t waste words.”
Lu Ding pointed at the three little heaps.
“I’ll give you a DIY chance: cut off your own heads and put them up, and I won’t personally take action.”
The Jade Cauldron Mountain youth swallowed hard and opened his mouth with difficulty: “Lu.........”
Lu Ding’s palm spun back, wind whistling.
Bang!!!!
The figure exploded under the strike.
The violent palm wind swept across the lake, pushing waves into turbulence, the water curtain surging dozens of meters away.
Bright red blood sprayed onto the pure water curtain, looking like plum blossoms—there was a hint of winter in the scene.
Inside Qingfeng Pavilion,
the head of the Jade Cauldron Mountain Spirit Refinement youth spun on the wooden bench like a top, eyes wide and unclosed in death, filled with terror.
Lu Ding sat down.
One leg crossed over the other.
The next second,
Slap!!!!
Two people detonated.
Blood mist spread in sheets, blown away by the wind, staining the white lotuses outside the pavilion crimson.
On the hardwood bench,
three heads rotated with no more talk — kill and be done.
The three dead wore frozen terror on their faces, eyes refusing to close in death.
With that,
the three little heaps were sealed.
At the same time,
beneath Qingfeng Pavilion,
Su Yun and the others moved forward.
They looked up at the exit above.
Su Yun glanced at Nishang, who was immersed in grief.
He stopped and said, “Nishang, we’re here.”
Nishang snapped awake, turning: “No!! I can’t go. I can’t leave my mother here alone. I want to go back and face her together!!!!”
She tried to run.
The attendants who had been spreading the news saw this and knew it couldn’t be allowed.
We’re already here, and you want to go back now!?
If the people above don’t see us later, what hope do we have!?
They hurriedly pulled her back.
“Princess, there will be mountains left when the green hills remain; you don’t have to worry about fuel for the fire. His Majesty told us to leave to preserve the hope of Baoji Kingdom’s future revival. If you go back now, who will avenge Baoji Kingdom later!!!”
But Nishang’s emotions had already clouded her mind.
She refused to listen.
There was nothing to be done.
The several internal strongmen with different agendas exchanged glances, about to force her up — a bit of rough handling was necessary to make her go.
Then Su Yun stepped forward, took Nishang, and held her tightly in his arms.
He said, “I’m still here. I’m still here. It’s all my fault. I will avenge Prince Feng’s hatred; I will avenge the Empress’s hatred. I, Su Yun, swear I will help you rebuild Baoji Kingdom.”
“I will make it even more glorious!!!”
“Nishang, trust me!”
Hearing this, Nishang couldn’t hold back and broke down in wailing sobs.
Su Yun gently patted her back and said, “Let’s go up first, all right? Only if we survive will Baoji Kingdom have any hope of rebuilding.”
“This final hope cannot die with us. If you insist on going back, take me with you.”
Nishang looked up at Su Yun’s serious face and finally nodded with difficulty. Looking at the secret passage they had just come from, she knelt slowly and kowtowed heavily: “Mother, I will avenge you!”
“Lu Ding!!! Great Han!!!! I, Nishang, swear you will pay with blood!!!!”
She rose and, staring at the exit above, grabbed Su Yun and sprang upward.
Those behind her followed closely.
White light flashed before their eyes, the breeze stirred, and, with the humidity in the air, several figures flew out from the lake.
They had thought this was a return to daylight,
but what met their eyes there were the three little heaps still refusing to rest in peace.
Three people sat in the pavilion.
Lu Ding held a ceramic urn of ashes.
“Su Yun, long time no see. I’ve come to take you home.”
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Story paused, dear readers.
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