131: Chapter 131 To exorcise the inner demons of her grand-disciple, the Fairy Mother of Yaochi disregards martial ethics!

The instant the black light of the west emperor tower shrouded him, Lu Chen's right hand had already touched the wine gourd at his waist.

The sword-nurturing gourd, an imperial weapon of the utmost path of the same rank as the west emperor tower, and his natal Flying Swords, Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon—two swords emerged together.

But he was a step too slow.

Han Yunxi's timing was too vicious; a veteran Great Emperor Peak who had lived for countless tens of thousands of years had specifically chosen to strike when a Junior was at his weakest.

What was this called? This was called showing no martial virtue, coming to deceive and launch a sneak attack!

The Yaochi Immortal Light released by the west emperor tower wove into a net at the exact moment he touched the sword-nurturing gourd.

His ability to mobilize spiritual energy was suppressed.

Moreover, after being tossed around by Nangong Waner and Jiang Yi in turns for the past few dozen days, his body was indeed mostly drained, and seventy percent of his Origin True Fire had just been consumed for Alchemy.

The black light enveloped his entire body.

The west emperor tower descended from the sky, its nine layers of imperial runes lighting up simultaneously, covering Lu Chen entirely.

The tower doors closed with a click.

Lu Chen stood at the bottom of the tower, surrounded on all sides by pitch-black walls of imperial runes, with Yaochi Immortal Light flowing across them, sealing off all exits.

He kicked the tower wall.

The wall didn't budge an inch.

“Han Yunxi!”

Lu Chen's voice came from the bottom of the tower, full of vigor.

“Senior! You have no martial virtue! A grand Great Emperor resorting to sneak attacks and kidnapping! Do you have no shame!”

Outside the tower, Han Yunxi held the west emperor tower in one hand, the thin lips beneath her immortal veil curving slightly.

“If a child can't beat an adult, does he still expect the adult to talk about martial virtue?”

Her tone was light and airy, without a hint of guilt.

Another muffled thud came from inside the west emperor tower; it was Lu Chen smashing the walls inside.

Han Yunxi turned a deaf ear as she turned around, her silver-white long hair tracing an arc behind her back.

Just then, several auras pressed down from various parts of the firmament.

Not one, but five.

Those old fogies who had just been scared off by Ling Yuling's imperial voice were now becoming restless again.

The reason was simple: Han Yunxi had made a move, breaking the balance. Since rules were no longer being followed, then everyone would stop following them.

The first to speak was that aged Divine Sense from the Jiang Family's ancestral land.

“Han Yunxi, for a few Medicinal Pills, it shouldn't come to this.”

The second was from the Ji Family.

“We will not sit by and watch as the young friend is forcibly taken away by you.”

The third voice came from the direction of the Dao Yi Holy Land, its tone indifferent.

“Your actions are inappropriate!”

Five Great Emperor-level Divine Senses intertwined above Holy Pill City, forming a standoff with Han Yunxi.

Han Yunxi stopped in her tracks.

She didn't look back, but her gaze beneath the immortal veil swept across the firmament. Her voice wasn't loud, but every word slammed into the Divine Senses of those old fogies.

“I don't care about the matter of the Medicinal Pills. You can discuss that however you like.”

She paused for a breath.

“I only want my grand-disciple to achieve a Breakthrough faster and strengthen my Yaochi Holy Land.”

She raised her left hand and lightly tapped the body of the west emperor tower with her index finger.

The imperial runes trembled, and a terrifying pressure radiated in all directions.

“If you want to stop me, you are more than welcome to try.”

She tilted her head, the thin lips under the veil curving into an arc, her voice suddenly becoming very light and faint.

“I don't have much longer to live.”

She paused for a beat.

“But none of you should expect to live much longer either.”

The firmament went silent.

Of the five Great Emperor Divine Senses, not a single one dared to advance even half an inch.

The reason was simple: everyone present was an old antique lingering on the brink of death inside an undying divine coffin. Their Lifespans were nearly exhausted. If they forced a battle and Han Yunxi managed to wound even a fraction of their Origin, the undying divine coffin might not be able to save them once they returned.

No one wanted to be the first to test her blade.

After a three-breath standoff.

The five Divine Senses retracted one after another.

Just when Han Yunxi thought the matter was settled.

From the direction of the Eastern Wasteland Region, that familiar aura awakened once more.

Ling Yuling.

The imperial voice came from afar, penetrating the Void Realm and crossing tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers to land precisely in Han Yunxi's ears. It wasn't loud, but every word was clear, carrying a chill that could not be ignored.

“To seize my disciple—do you really think I, his Revered Master, am made of clay?”

Han Yunxi's footsteps stopped.

She turned around to face the direction of the Eastern Wasteland Region, her eyes narrowing slightly beneath the veil.

Three breaths later, she spoke.

“Little girl.”

Her voice suddenly became very soft, so soft it didn't sound like she was speaking to a Great Emperor, but rather like she was having a heart-to-heart with a Junior.

“Once the heart is moved and takes the lead, it becomes a tribulation.”

Ling Yuling's imperial voice paused.

Han Yunxi raised a finger and pointed at the white veil covering her eyes.

“Do you know why I cover my eyes?”

Without waiting for an answer, she continued on her own.

“Because I can see into the human heart. My grand-disciple Yao Xi is like this toward him.”

She paused for a breath, her voice growing even lighter.

“And you are the same.”

From the direction of the Eastern Wasteland Region, Ling Yuling's imperial pressure fluctuated.

It was an extremely brief moment, so short it was almost imperceptible, but Han Yunxi caught it.

The corners of her mouth curved up.

“Don't worry, I won't touch your disciple. As for whether my grand-disciple touches him...”

She spoke each word deliberately.

“That is an emotional matter between the two of them.”

Silence reigned between heaven and earth for five breaths.

Then Ling Yuling's voice rang out again, the coldness having faded slightly, replaced by a hint of something inexplicable.

“That girl Yao Xi can't beat my disciple; she won't be able to do anything!”

She paused for a beat.

“Then you can take little Lu Chen away.”

Under Han Yunxi's immortal veil, the curve of her lips widened.

Clever little girl.

She retracted her gaze and with a wave of her wide sleeve, the Void Realm tore open before her, forming a spatial tunnel leading to the Yaochi Holy Land.

Han Yunxi stepped into the tunnel, the west emperor tower floating in her palm, with Lu Chen's angry roars faintly echoing from within.

“I want to file a complaint!”

His voice was cut off by the spatial tunnel.

The rift healed, the imperial pressure dissipated, and the celestial music ceased.

The sky over Holy Pill City returned to its normal color.

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The moment the spatial restriction was lifted, hundreds of thousands of Cultivators on the square simultaneously regained their ability to move.

Most people didn't even know what had happened; they only felt as if the sky had changed color for a blink and then changed back.

But the judges on the high platform had various expressions on their faces.

Qin Cangsong recovered.

“That person took him away?”

No one answered him below the Alchemy platform.

Ye Qingxian was the first to react.

She spun around three times, her large eyes scanning the entire square.

Revered Master was gone.

“Revered Master!”

Nangong Ziyi was also stunned; her Divine Sense frantically spread outward, scanning a hundred-mile radius, but she found nothing.

“Where is he?!”

Ji Ziyue was the quickest to react.

The three women stood on the square with different expressions.

Yu Yao stood before the three women, the jasper hairpin in her flying immortal bun glowing warmly in the last rays of the setting sun.

Her expression was gentle and composed, with an inexplicable smile lingering at the corners of her mouth.

“There's no need for you three to worry.”

Her voice was unhurried.

“Young friend Lu had urgent business and left ahead of time.”

Ye Qingxian's eyes widened. “What urgent business! He was kidnapped!”

Yu Yao smiled, neither denying nor admitting it.

Her gaze slid from Ye Qingxian's face, passed over Nangong Ziyi, glanced at Ji Ziyue, and finally retracted.

A jasper anklet swayed briefly under her skirt.

“The Yaochi Holy Land is not far from here.”

She raised her hand in a gesture of invitation, her voice tender to the core.

“Why don't the three of you come to Yaochi for a cup of tea and wait for him slowly?”

Ji Ziyue's Phoenix eyes narrowed slightly; she read the meaning behind Yu Yao's smile.

This woman was itching for the Immortal Mother to snatch him away.

Nangong Ziyi clenched her fists, her peach blossom eyes staring at Yu Yao.

“Yaochi Holy Land—that place that doesn't let men enter?”

Yu Yao's smile deepened.

“That's right.”

She tilted her head.

“So tell me, once he's inside, where could he possibly run to?”