Chapter 78: The White-Haired Demoness

  Three people stood together, and the aura on their bodies seemed to blend together, making it impossible to find any flaws. Compared to the white-haired and youthful Qing Yu San Lao beside them, Luo Qian Feng actually valued these three more - Fu Yun San Jian. They were triplets born with a shared heart, and after being brought into the inner sect by the previous generation's ancestor of the Fu Yun Sect, their innate talents, which were already excellent, made their cultivation even more rapid and their gathered heavenly energy even more dense and pure. Moreover, the cultivation of these three people had always been extremely uniform.

  As long as one person breaks through, the other two people who share a common heart and mind can also feel his breakthrough process, just like they experienced it personally. Afterwards, with the help of this realization, they too break through. Even now in the Sword Soul Realm, it is still one person breaking through first, then bringing the other two along to break through as well. It can be said that back then, the Floating Cloud Sect was not eliminated from the ranks of the top sects at the Qingfan level precisely because these three brothers supported each other. Moreover, due to their shared heart and mind, they also have a set of combined sword arrays. Although all three are only minor Sword Kings, even major Sword Kings do not dare to provoke them lightly.

  "I don't know what the six of you have come here for today, but according to the Domain Law promulgated by the Sword God Temple, this Beast Ruins near my Purple Mist Sect's fifty-mile radius is also considered part of my Purple Mist Sect's domain territory. The several sword kings didn't even pay their respects before trespassing, which doesn't seem very polite." Luochan Peak's eyes narrowed, making it impossible to discern his gaze.

  The three old men of Qingyu and the three brothers of Fuyun heard this and felt a bit awkward. Indeed, as sword soul realm masters with great destructive power, they could basically ignore the sword servants of the Wanren clan. If they were to enter another sect's domain and wreak havoc without restraint, it would cause immeasurable losses. Therefore, the Sword God Temple had established a rule that when a sword soul realm master entered another sect's domain, they must present a courtesy visit letter. Although it was just a formality, it almost represented the visitor's sincerity and allowed the high-level members of the visited sect to prepare.

  At this moment, they came without any news, and indeed offended the taboos of Zixia Sect. However, at this moment, it's not possible to care about so much. If we can get that thing, even if we turn against Zixia Sect, what does it matter?

  A faint cold smile appeared on his face, and the first of the three old men with long hair spoke up: "Does the Sect Master still want to hide it until now? With such a treasure born, can we still stay in the sect and pretend nothing is wrong?"

  "Keep it hidden!" On one side, Xun Qianjing's eyes shot out flames, and his mouth was filled with thick killing intent as he said: "I am extremely interested in the source of information for both of your sects. Can you please tell me without hiding anything?" It had to be said that Cloud Fog Peak's master, Yun Wu Feng, had a temperament that didn't match his gentle appearance at all. However, this remark also struck a chord in the hearts of Luoxin Yu and the other three people.

  Facing the crowded path of Seeking Thousand Valleys, Floating Cloud Three Swords finally spoke up.

  "We will retreat, it's impossible."

  "Everyone is open and honest, exploring the treasure together."

  "A precious treasure is born, each relies on their own abilities."

  The three people spoke in unison, concise and to the point, as if they couldn't bear to say an extra word, but the meaning behind their words was already very clear.

  "You!" Xun Qianjing's heart was furious upon hearing this, his right foot stepped forward and he was about to strike.

  "Qian Jing, step down!" In front of outsiders, Luo Qian Feng called out Qian Jing's name for the first time instead of addressing him as Second Elder.

  "Yes, Master." Xun Qianjing heard the words and knew he had lost his composure, retreating two steps back, but still glaring at the six people in front of him.

  Luo Qianfeng gazed at the six people with a profound gaze, saying: "Alright, I agree." This was also unavoidable. Although the five of them had the absolute strength to heavily injure or kill the six people, if they dragged on any longer and that woman activated her Evil Sword Array, then how many more Purple Mist Sect disciples would die? For every sect, their disciples were the foundation of their survival.

  "Master!" Xun Qianjing heard the words and hurried over, but next to him, Xuanclear grabbed his arm.

  "The Patriarch has his own plans, you don't have to worry." Upon hearing Xuan Qing's transmission, Xun Qianjing finally calmed down and shifted her gaze towards Patriarch Luo Qianfeng.

  Lu Qianfeng swept his gaze over the six people, although there was no aura, it still made the six people feel shocked, and their vigilance towards Lu Qianfeng also greatly increased. After all, he was the master of a sect, and the six people had some understanding of Lu Qianfeng's cultivation, so among the five, they were most wary of Lu Qianfeng.

  "Then let's work together to break through that domain shell." Rakushou said, pointing his hand towards the void where Lu Qing was sucked in.

  And the six of them also had a solemn gaze, similarly, they didn't find anything either. However, as a gust of mountain wind blew by, the scattered soil on the ground was blown up into a cloud of dust, but that empty space still remained serene and peaceful, with no change to the fallen snow and leaves on the ground.

  As expected, the six of them were also delighted. Only that thing could easily escape their divine sense's probing.

  "Get moving!"

  As Lu Qianfeng let out a loud shout, the eleven people split into two sides and made their moves at the same time. Eleven powerful sword auras, each over ten zhang in length, simultaneously slashed through the air. Among the three old men of Qingyu, two were green in color, accompanied by a rich and boundless wood-elemental sword aura that seemed to be endless. The other old man, dressed in black, had a gray glow wrapped around his body, and a nearly twenty-zhang-long gray sword aura slashed towards the air at the same time. However, Lu Qianfeng and the others could clearly feel a strong deathly aura emanating from above, just like the lingering breath of a deceased person.

  The three floating clouds, Three Swords, were indeed worthy of being three brothers. Even the attributes of their sword auras were identical - all were greenish-blue Whirlwind Sword Auras. The completed characters shot out into the void, and the three Whirlwind Sword Auras in mid-air actually had a tendency to merge together, as if they were being suppressed by the three brothers. Despite this, the aura of their swords still surpassed that of the Qingyu Three Elders by one level.

  Looking at the other side of Lu Qianfeng, Xuan Qing's purple-red scorching sword aura, Ming Xi Yue's snow-white sword aura as cold as ice and snow, Xun Feng's cyan-colored wind sword aura, and Xuan Ming's golden sword aura wrapped in red flames. Along with a long, nearly 50-zhang-long, purple-golden sword aura emerging from the back of Lu Qianfeng, who was standing in the center, a white-golden longsword radiating golden light slashed out. The golden flames on the sword energy were almost solidified, and the distortion of space was even more intense than the previous air sword finger he released.

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  In the void, a distant sword hum suddenly echoed, and the eleven sword auras shot into the void, causing the space to fluctuate violently. Ripples of space spread out in all directions, shaking the mountains, and wherever they passed, the ground began to crack. The accumulated snow evaporated instantly, leaving no trace of water vapor behind. In Langkou Village, not far from Wolf Tooth Mountain, Duan Qingyun and his party looked towards the direction of Wolf Tooth Mountain, where the strong tremors had knocked many returning villagers to the ground.

  As they looked around, nearly a third of the trees on Wolf Tooth Mountain's waist suddenly vanished before everyone's eyes. At the same time, the distant sword hums shook the air for tens of miles. Those closest to Duan Qingyun and other swordsmen felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on their hearts, making it hard to breathe, and even their confidence in drawing their swords was suppressed. Unable to bear it, even Luo Xinyi sat down cross-legged, and the few of them circulated their sword energy, guarding their minds tightly. On the other hand, those villagers without any cultivation only felt a slight sense of oppression, but they could still move freely.

  Looking at the eleven people of Lu Qianfeng again, that piece of void had already begun to distort violently after being hit by everyone's sword aura. The eleven people of Lu Qianfeng all revealed smiles because they felt that the void was already very unstable. As long as there were one or two more waves of attacks, they could break open a passage straight to the center, and not be passively sucked in like Lu Qing, trapped inside.

  Just as Lu Qianfeng and the others were about to make another move, a heart-pounding aura rose from that void. Except for Lu Qianfeng, everyone else felt like there was a huge boulder pressing down on their chest, indicating that the opponent's cultivation was far superior to theirs.

  "It has appeared..." Murmured Luo Qianfeng.

  Then, in the void where the breath appeared, space slightly fluctuated, and a cold figure suddenly appeared before them. His head was full of white hair, his icy face revealed an astonishing beauty, holding that foot-long black sword flute, his pure white long skirt didn't flutter at all in the mountain wind.

  The four people present couldn't help but compare the icy aura of the woman to that of Ming Xi Yue, only to find that they weren't even on the same level. If Ming Xi Yue's coldness was a kind of emotional numbness and ruthlessness, then this woman's was a pure, unadulterated iciness devoid of any humanity, like a block of ice that had been buried underground for thousands of years, which would freeze everything around her as soon as it emerged.

  This woman was like a witch, from the moment she appeared, the air began to diffuse with a chilling coldness, and tiny ice crystals gradually condensed in mid-air, surrounding her for ten feet without stopping.

  What a white-haired witch! Luo Qianfeng couldn't help but admire her in his heart, but at the same time he felt an unusual sense of vigilance. Although he didn't feel the pressure that Xuan Qing and the others did, he still sensed a huge threat. If he wasn't careful, he might be taken advantage of by her. Moreover, when Luo Qianfeng's divine sense was released, it seemed to encounter a thousand-year-old ice around the white-haired woman, even his intangible divine sense was frozen and unable to move forward, so he couldn't probe into her cultivation level either.