Chapter 296: Leaving the Sect
Tai Xuan Sect Master’s cave mansion.
Almost at the same moment that Zuo Yunshan drew his sword, Dao Xuan Zhenren, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes.
A look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
How could this be?
Why would it be him?!
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A long, long time ago, Chen An actually didn’t like red much.
He was a person who preferred simplicity.
This could be seen from his attire and his personality.
Therefore, he was naturally not fond of bright colors like crimson.
But a person’s preferences are bound to change with time, or with certain events or people.
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Zuo Yunshan’s sword strike was far more powerful than they had imagined.
He was not an ordinary Nascent Soul stage cultivator.
Many years ago, he had already stepped into the Nascent Soul realm, possessing profound heritage.
He was also the peak master of Tai Xuan Sect’s Six Peaks who was most skilled in combat, and a Sword Dao grandmaster who had cultivated sword techniques for hundreds of years.
The sword energy was as solid as substance, with world-shattering might.
Although this strike was too hasty and lacked any sword techniques.
It was still not something that Chen An, a mere Foundation Establishment or even Golden Core cultivator, could block.
The young man’s pupils dilated slightly, reflecting fragments of red silk scattering across the sky.
That was Jiang Qiuchi’s 본명 magic treasure.
To block this strike for Chen An, she had held nothing back.
Fortunately, Jiang Qiuchi’s reputation as a vixen was not for nothing, and she did not die on the spot from this blow.
However, the injuries she sustained were unavoidable.
The red dress fluttered down slowly from mid-air. Chen An came back to his senses and quickly pulled the girl’s slender body into his embrace.
Now, he was truly holding one in each hand.
And they were colors of red and white reflecting each other.
However, in the face of danger, he could not muster any amorous thoughts.
Because following the girl was the remaining power of that sword strike.
Chen An gritted his teeth, turned around, and used his back to endure the attack.
The young man let out a muffled groan in pain, then spurred his flying sword and accelerated away without looking back.
He was not foolish enough to stay in place and question Zuo Yunshan, or ask why he did this.
In the face of his own life, Zuo Yunshan’s motives, or whether he had suddenly gone mad, were no longer important.
All of this happened extremely quickly.
In his embrace, Mu Sanniang had clearly not yet reacted. She was simply staring blankly at her younger brother, her light blue eyes a bit vacant.
She then shifted her gaze to the girl her brother was holding in his other hand.
Mu Sanniang was very familiar with this person.
Nearly ten years had passed, and her beauty remained as radiant as ever.
Especially the innate charm she exuded, which would be difficult for any normal man to resist.
At this moment, the girl’s eyes were tightly closed, her eyelashes trembling, and her brows furrowed slightly as if enduring immense pain.
Her red dress was more vibrant than ever.
Mu Sanniang knew that the pain should have been borne by her younger brother, or herself.
Seeing the girl’s pained expression, she instinctively wanted to reach out and smooth the wrinkles on her brow.
But her hand stopped halfway in the air.
Mu Sanniang twitched her nose slightly, and a lot of the light in her eyes suddenly vanished.
Because the faint fragrance emanating from the red-dressed girl was slowly overlapping with the scent she remembered smelling on her brother from the past.
It couldn’t be wrong…
It was her…
Mu Sanniang was completely stunned.
The sound of rushing air reached her ears.
It was the young man fleeing at full speed.
While piloting his sword, he was shouting loudly in a certain direction.
“Master is not dead, save him quickly!”
Hearing his shout, a beam of sword light rapidly approached, and Dao Xuan Zhenren’s face twitched slightly.
However, upon seeing the red-dressed girl in the young man’s embrace, the man’s face suddenly darkened.
His speed undiminished, he cast a hand seal in mid-air.
A Xuan Qing palm print, so massive it almost covered the entire sky, appeared with his hand seal.
Dao Xuan Zhenren remained there, floating in the sky, his sleeves beneath his daoist robe billowing without wind.
He gazed at Zuo Yunshan on the ground, his expression cold, his voice echoing throughout South Mountain.
“Take one more step forward, and you die.”
It was like an immortal’s decree, a pronouncement to the world with an attitude that disregarded life and death.
It was also a decree to this peak master of Shang Xuan Peak.
On the ground, after unleashing that sword strike, Zuo Yunshan did not choose to pursue further but stood dumbly in place.
As the蛊 worm on the back of his neck vanished, his eyes finally regained a sliver of clarity.
His previously frenzied expression began to return to normal.
Dao Xuan Zhenren watched his change, and his heart sank into the depths.
He frowned tightly, truly feeling the difficulty and trouble of the matter.
Even a dignified peak master could be controlled by the蛊 demon, albeit only for a brief moment.
But when he thought about it, how many people in the entire Tai Xuan Sect were truly normal?
Dao Xuan Zhenren’s face instantly turned extremely grim.
He recalled the eerie smile of the dried corpse on the high platform in the Nether Prison previously, and a surge of anger suddenly rose in his heart.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
Old demons like the蛊 demon were known for their most vicious and tricky methods, and could not be judged by common sense.
As he was contemplating, figures began to fly towards them one after another.
There were peak masters from other peaks, as well as disciples of the sect.
After all, Zuo Yunshan’s sword strike had caused quite a stir, not to mention Chen An’s earlier shout.
Dao Xuan Zhenren’s eyes flickered. Sensing that the young man had already taken the people out of South Mountain, he cast another spell into Zuo Yunshan’s body.
Zuo Yunshan’s eyes widened, and a hint of anger flashed within them. But it was likely that he recalled his own actions, so he did not resist in front of everyone, merely allowing Dao Xuan to restrain him.
After doing all this, Dao Xuan Zhenren did not look at him again, nor did he voice his suspicions. He merely glanced coldly in a certain direction, then waved his hand and said sternly, “Someone, take Zuo Yunshan down to the Nether Prison.”
“Activate the sect protection array immediately.”
“No one is to leave the mountain without my order!”
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On the other side, at the foot of South Mountain.
Chen An dared not stop. He carried the two girls all the way to the woods where he had taken the entrance assessment years ago before finally halting his flight.
Mu Sanniang took this opportunity to leap lightly out of his embrace and looked at the young man beside her.
She remembered that her brother had also been injured by that sword energy.
But the young man was clearly unable to care for himself at the moment, and unusually, he did not attend to his older sister.
He merely bent down urgently, looking at the girl in his arms who still had her eyes closed.
When he noticed the girl’s red dress, his pupils constricted even further.
Because it was still stained with slowly coagulating bloodstains.
The girl’s breathing grew weaker and weaker.
