Chapter 431: Wrath

ore.Qin Sang stood firm, summoning a horde of zombies to block the attack. At the same time, he unfurled his banner and flag in his palm, unleashing an ominous aura. In a desperate scramble, he hastil...'Ding dong...'

The token still tumbled on the ground before suddenly vanishing.

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A sinister chuckle echoed through the hall, "Hmph... Fang Lao Gui and Shen Tu, those two old geezers, won't let me be at peace even if they don't drag me into their mess. I can't even find solace hiding here..."

The next moment, a figure appeared out of thin air before everyone.

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This person was tall and slender, looking to be only around twenty years old. He was exceptionally handsome, with a dazzling smile that also carried an air of gloominess.

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The token fell into his hand at some point.

Nobody noticed any sign of movement, until this person appeared before their eyes. Upon seeing him in person, they were suddenly shocked and dismayed, realizing that this man must be the cultivator named Pei Qin who had reached the Golden Core stage!

"Whoosh!"

Pei Qin reached out a hand, taking the unconscious Liu cultivator in his grasp. He gripped his neck, and a multicolored glow surged from his palm, flowing into the Liu cultivator's body.

After a groan.

The Liu family cultivator regained consciousness, but his face contorted in extreme pain.

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Pei Qin pinched the jaw of the Liu surnamed cultivator, lifting his head upward and forcing him to open his eyes.

Their eyes met, and the Liu surname cultivator suddenly fell into a daze, seeming even more pained. His whole body was convulsing.

Pei Qin's eyes flashed with strange light as he used some peculiar method to interrogate the Liu surname cultivator.

A moment later.

The Liu surname cultivator fainted completely.

Pei Qin let out a cold snort, tossing the Liu family cultivator to the guard. His figure flickered, about to vanish from sight, but suddenly stopped, turning his head to survey the crowd in the hall, revealing a sinister smile.

“When Xiaohan domain is in danger, all cultivators have a responsibility to act. Disciples of the Eight Righteous Sects, listen up! Follow me south of the Luan Island Water Region, two hundred miles away, to meet the enemy. Others can do as they please, just run north. You better not have any ulterior motives, I remember your faces. If I don't see you on the battlefield and find out later, let's just say... it would be interesting to see if those sanctimonious old farts would betray their own kin! Hehe...”

The voice still echoed in the hall, but Pei Qin had already vanished.

The hall was eerily silent.

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Suddenly, a figure dashed towards the stone hut, followed by continuous ‘whooshing’ sounds. Disciple from outside the Eight Sects of Righteousness scrambled to flee towards the exit.

Only a few people stood rooted to the spot, looking at each other in confusion.

As they prepared to leave, those people's gazes lingered on them, intentionally or not.

There is pity, there is mockery, there is schadenfreude...

Qin Sang's face was ashen.

The exit was just within reach, yet my legs felt like they were filled with lead and wouldn't budge.

In the final moments, Qin Sang felt Pei Qin's gaze pierce through his mask and land on his face. This mask was not a high-quality magical artifact, unable to block the divine sense of a cultivator at the Core Formation stage. Qin Sang hadn't expected to be targeted by a cultivator at the Core Formation stage.

Once Pei Qin saw her true face, there was no turning back.

If Pei Qin really means what he says, even Qi Yuangou won't be able to protect him.

Finally, only they remained in the hall. The gatekeeper bowed, "Fellow cultivators, this concludes our trading session for today. Please feel free to depart."

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Then, he swaggered off.

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This time at the trading conference, disciples from the eight righteous sects were surprisingly few in number. Including Qin Sang, there were only nine of them. Qin Sang was unable to find any fellow disciples from Shaohua Mountain.

Fortunately, the disciples from the Eight Sects of Righteous Path are certainly not weak in terms of strength and cultivation. Among the nine people, there are three who have reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

“I am Cang Ling from the Pure Yang Sect. I wonder what are your names, esteemed fellow cultivators”

When Qin Sang saw one of the Foundation Establishment late-stage cultivators turn their head to look at him, he knew that any further attempts at concealment were pointless.

Then he removed his mask and said, "Shaohua Mountain, Qin Sang!"

“Yuán Shèng Mén, Fán Zhèn!”

Another Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator also removed his hood, not even glancing at Qin Sang, and said coldly.

Qin Sang's heart moved. Ever since Senior Qing Zhu attacked Yuanshen Gate, killing both of their Golden Core cultivators, Shaohuashan and Yuanshen Gate nearly became mortal enemies. In the end, both sides restrained themselves and avoided war, but their relationship plummeted to freezing point.

The disciples of the two major sects hated each other.

Qin Sang first went to Xuan'lu Pass, and then to Qingyangfang Market. He rarely came into contact with Yuan Shen Sect cultivators. It seems that this is truly the case now.

Qin Sang, naturally wouldn't put his face on a cold backside like this. He ignored Fan Zhen and bowed to Cang Ling: "Fellow Daoist Cang has the highest cultivation level, so he must have a good plan. Please share it with me. Qin will definitely follow your orders."

Cao Ling smiled wryly, "That senior was angry with us and refused to reveal information about what lay ahead. With no clue at all, Cao could not come up with any good strategies. However, we cannot stay here for long, otherwise if we are late and miss an opportunity due to being slow, he will find a reason to reprimand us. If none of you want to disobey orders, let's set off on our journey first and discuss strategies along the way…"

When Cang Ling said this, the crowd hated him even more.

Some people gritted their teeth and said, "Judging by his actions, he's most likely from the Demon Sect!"

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“What the senior said isn't wrong. The Xiaohan domain is in trouble, and as cultivators, we can't stand idly by, hehe...”

An old man let out a dry laugh. Seeing no response, his face flushed with embarrassment.

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Qin Sang glanced at the old man and said, “Everyone be careful with your words! Cang Dao friend is right, no matter what, this journey must be taken. Please...”

Qin Sang and Cang Ling darted out of the hall first, followed by the others.

The vast expanse of the cloud-covered sky meets the water, with thousands of islands scattered across it.

Fish swim in the depths, birds soar through the skies, a tranquil scene.

There was no sign of the war at all.

“Don't be discouraged, everyone. Since it's not a large-scale attack, the Tianxing League bandits may not be very strong. And Senior Fang and the others definitely wouldn't only ask for reinforcements from us. With cultivators at the結丹 stage, with Senior Fang leading the way, we can take this opportunity to act. If we can turn the tables and kill a few Tianxing League bandits, we can achieve great merit. If things don't go our way, we will fight and retreat, looking for an opportunity to escape. When the time comes and the sect investigates, we can find excuses. What do you all think…”

Everyone formed a simple battle formation, gathering their breath and flying south.

Cang Ling's words were exactly what Qin Sang had in mind. Looking at the expressions of the others, they were also moved.

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Qin Sang prepared himself, gazing into the distance with a contemplative frown. He least wanted to team up with anyone; his treasured belongings were useless in this situation, and his strength was significantly diminished.

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But if it endangers life, no matter what, life comes first.

But little did he know where on earth he could flee to that day.

Qin Sang retracted his thoughts. Seeing the vast expanse of the rocky water, he knew it would take a long time to reach the battlefield. Taking advantage of the chaos, he sent a voice transmission to Cang Ling, "Cang Daoist friend, do you know a Han Daoist from your sect He used to be the patriarch of the Han family and is an old friend of mine. It's been many years since we last met, I wonder how he is doing now..."

"Qin Daoist is talking about Han Senior Brother Of course I know him!"

Cang Ling smiled brightly, with a hint of envy in his voice. "Senior Brother Han has exceptional talent and enviable opportunities. He was taken in as a closed-door disciple by a master uncle and stays in the cave dwelling to be taught diligently. It's said that he will soon complete his cultivation and prepare to form an alchemy pill... Daoist Qin, next time you meet Senior Brother Han, he might already be a Golden Core cultivator!"

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Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!ply imitating what my friend did before. If you can do it, why can't we"Qin Sang's expression changed slightly.Shortly after leaving the city, Tianmu Butterfly gave a warning, and Qin Sang immediately...