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Chapter 232 - There Was No Such Thing as Life and Death

Xiahou Cenyi's expression was calm, but her words were very overbearing.

She had made it clear… What can I do to you if I openly rob you?

This is simply going too far!

The disciples of Sword Pavilion who were maintaining the Six Rennes Sword Formation looked at the woman in red with grief and indignation. However, the supreme elder's eyes swept across the scene. He was in a high position all year round. Immediately, these disciples became mute, and they gritted their teeth and kept silent.

Due to the matter of Sword Pavilion's old home being stolen by the Devil Cult a few days ago, they were currently gathering their manpower to destroy a stronghold of the Devil Cult nearby. Now, those who were sent over weren't true disciples, and there were even a few outer sect disciples that were sent over to fill up the numbers.

In terms of cultivation and status, they didn't have the qualifications to refute, but because they still had a little bit of dignity in their hearts, they didn't immediately cancel the sword formation. However, some of their hands were already trembling.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!” The huge Hall Spirit Puppet God, who was trapped in the formation, struggled even harder. He kept raising his fists, which were made up of palace parts, and bombarded the restraint of the sword formation.

The sword formation was on the verge of collapse.

Xiahou Cenyi saw that they were unwilling to move, so she narrowed her eyes. “When Gong Wei was cultivating in Redwood High Academy, he had to greet me respectfully and call me teacher and senior. The disciples of Sword Pavilion are really promising now.”

Again… Xiahou Cenyi “relied on her seniority to make a fool of herself,” but this mountain-like seniority really made people feel ashamed when they heard it.

In the Redwood High Academy, because there were many elders from different sects who had retired and even the sect head was a lecturer, the majority of the disciples would go in to study for a while, regardless of whether it was to understand other sects. Or to find some master.

Although the Redwood High Academy was prejudiced because of the traditional concept of martial arts, there was no doubt that it was very useful.

Xiahou Cenyi's fun character had naturally been listed in there before.

The current master of the Sword Pavilion, “Bing Jun Sword Master,” Gong Wei, was only a young swordsmith in front of Xiahou Cenyi.

When they thought about their master / master / grandmaster in front of this grandaunt, they also had to perform the junior ceremony. They suddenly felt the pressure.

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion were naturally the same.

Initially, they still had a trace of hesitation in their hearts, but now, all that was left was fear and trepidation. As the first person withdrew the Spiritual Energy and the flying sword, he cupped his hands and said with a trembling voice, “Senior, please forgive us for not being able to react in time.”

The others also withdrew their swords, and the Six Rennes Sword Formation collapsed.

Yi Dong was the one who was giving orders. At this moment, his face was deathly pale. The way he looked at Guo Fan was no longer filled with grief and indignation, but a pain in the ass as if he had just eaten a plate of ginger potatoes.

With you in my life, I won't be able to avoid it, I won't be able to avoid it…

His mission this time was probably going to fail again!

Unless there are other places worth exploring on this island and he can obtain some valuable natural treasures, it would be extremely difficult for Yi Dong to return to his original position without any contribution.

“Junior is still shocked in my heart that I met an acquaintance here and did not give any orders. Senior, please forgive me…”

Yi Dong held his breath and gritted his teeth. His heart was bleeding, and he still had to show a respectful expression on his face.

Xiahou Cenyi asked, “An acquaintance?”

Yi Dong looked at Guo Fan. “When Xia Shui participated in the Sword Singing Conference with the Fellow Daoist, it happened to be junior who was in charge of registering…”

Guo Fan's current memory was close to the level of photographic memory. Naturally, he still remembered the person in charge. He had also noticed this brother just now.

However, he did not expect to meet him here again.

“Indeed, life is different.” Guo Fan sighed.

Who the f * ck wants to meet you?!

Yi Dong felt that the bad luck in his life started when he met this guy. He had a smooth journey ahead of him. Although he was only a 4-star swordsmith, his position in the Sword Pavilion was because he was good at managing connections. He was even better than some 6-star swordsmiths.

However, ever since that time, he had been sent away again and again. Until now, he had been comfortably working on logistics and had become a frontline combatant in the exploration of the Martial Emperor's Tomb.

The sadness in his heart could not be explained to outsiders.

Yi Dong faked a smile. In his heart, after he left the Martial Emperor Tomb this time… He would focus on studying the art of sword forging and would not think about returning as soon as possible. He had already understood that no matter how much he managed his connections, they would only be trapped in the same circle. Without strength, the higher-ups would not care about your little tricks. If he said that he would send you out, he would send you out without any hesitation.

Xiahou Cenyi said, “Since you are familiar with me, it is not considered an offense. You can withdraw first.”

“Yes.”

Yi Dong nodded in agreement as he sighed. Indeed, strength was respected… Everyone present could see it. Xiahou did not descend with his real body. Instead, he was an existence akin to a projection. He was made of pure Spiritual Energy, and his aura was not very strong.

That was why he had some thoughts of being lucky.

However, once he thought of the fact that the other party was a Tribulation Passing Stage Almighty, his heart stopped beating.

The people from the other sects looked at the people from the Sword Pavilion and retreated. They had obviously used a formation to trap the huge puppet. Furthermore, they were almost able to subdue the puppet, and in the blink of an eye, the puppet had become someone else's wedding dress. It was inevitable that they would feel sad for the death of the rabbit… but they didn't dare to move.

Firstly, they didn't dare to argue with the supreme elder of Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, as there were only a few Tribulation Passing Stage experts in the entire Upper Central Realm.

This wasn't the time to show their courage and backbone. If they weren't careful, not only would they lose their lives, but they would also become enemies with Heavenly Treasure Pavilion…

Putting everything else aside, most of the magic treasures in the hands of the people present were purchased from the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. If this sect chose to deal with a single person, it would really make them feel like they had nowhere to go.

Furthermore, the representative of the Soaring Wisdom Sect and the publicly acknowledged next sect master, Eldest Senior Sister and Song Na, had also said that this puppet should be given to the only disciple of the Redwood High Academy, Yunyun. It was also meant for Guo Fan.

Didn't this mean that Heavenly Treasure Pavilion and Soaring Wisdom Sect were on the same side?

Who would dare to say anything?

Previously, everyone could still say a few words. After all, although Song Na was powerful, she was still just a junior. But now, it was not the time. Once Xiahou appeared, who would dare to say anything to this grandaunt?

As for the next patriarch of Yu Xu and the supreme elder of Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, they seemed to be protecting a single person at the same time. Although some people had already vaguely felt that something was wrong, no one dared to mention it…

Even Song Na, who was secretly ‘offering flowers to Buddha', could only suffer this silent loss.

Xiahou Cenyi scanned the surroundings and no one was ready to speak anymore. She then said to Guo Fan faintly, “Go.”

Guo Fan coughed to clear his throat and said, “Thank you senior sister for your generous gift.”

He had just seen Xiahou Cenyi's “demonstration,” and he already understood why. She was not present with her real body, but appeared in the form of a sword spirit. In fact, her strength was not enough to shock everyone.

Although the title of the supreme elder of Heavenly Treasure Pavilion was indeed resounding, the people who entered the Martial Emperor Tomb at this moment were like a mix of dragons and fishes. It was hard to guarantee that there would be spies from the Devil Cult or enemies from the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion among them.

Based on the timeline, Xiahou's main body was still in seclusion. In the Tribulation Passing Stage, every time she went into seclusion, it represented an important calamity. At this time, if someone with a good heart knew that she seemed to have used a subsoul technique… If she became the sword spirit of Guo Fan's sword, things would become troublesome.

And now, the more natural and powerful Xiahou was, the less suspicious he would be.