107: Chapter 107 Must Not Kill

"Master, they are not lying to your disciple." Third Saint Son Zhao Long responded unwillingly.

"Heh, Old Li, you are right, but there is still one problem this kid needs to resolve."

Pausing for a moment, Wang Xianzhi pointed his finger insidiously at the scene of devastation on the sixth floor within the projection stone.

"He destroyed so many Mystic Power weapons on the sixth floor of the Cangbing Pavilion; how should he be punished? In my opinion, we should sentence him to fifty years in the Endless Purgatory as a warning!"

Third Saint Son Zhao Long, who had been dejected, felt his spirits lift significantly upon hearing this ruling from his master, Wang Xianzhi, and he looked at Ye Xuan with a smug expression.

"Let's see how you compete with me for Lin Qingzhu now. Fifty years later, when you come out, you'll be an old man, and Lin Qingzhu will have long since become my woman!"

As for Lin Qingxue, Third Saint Son Zhao Long believed that as long as her sister became his woman, she would also obediently submit.

"Fifty years? Heh, it's impressive that you, Old Monster Wang, can even say that. This is clearly settling a private grudge. Heh, does the entire Holy Land not know your character, Old Monster Wang?"

Upon hearing Wang Xianzhi's words, the withered face of Sword God Li Chungang twitched continuously, and he let out a cold snort.

Wang Xianzhi glanced at Sword God Li Chungang dismissively, then fixed his cold, sharp gaze on Ye Xuan: "Heh, Master Shen Xi has failed to discipline her disciple properly. Since he has violated the laws of the Holy Land, he must naturally be punished!"

"Could it be that in our Holy Land, one can be exempt from all punishment just by becoming a disciple of a Saint? If that were to get out, wouldn't our Cangqiong Holy Land become the laughingstock of the entire Shenxuan Continent?"

These words sounded righteous, but in reality, anyone with a discerning eye could immediately see through Wang Xianzhi's true intentions.

Having lost his treasures, he wanted to win back a round in this matter and properly deal with Ye Xuan.

Furthermore, Wang Xianzhi had previously suffered quite a loss at the hands of Master Shen Xi, so why not take the opportunity to retaliate?

If it were an ordinary disciple, would Wang Xianzhi bother with all this nonsense? He would have just killed them directly, and no one would have dared to say a word of dissent.

"Old Monster Wang, you are not an elder of the Holy Land and have no right to execute a disciple of a Saint. Or are you trying to use this as a pretext to take revenge on Master Shen Xi?"

Sword God Li Chungang exposed Wang Xianzhi's petty schemes in one sentence, retorting mercilessly.

According to the regulations of the Cangqiong Holy Land, only Holy Land elders have the right to punish disciples; Wang Xianzhi's actions were clearly in violation of the Holy Land's regulations.

"That's right, Elder Sword God is correct. You are only a guest elder of the Zhao Family and do not have the right to execute a disciple of the Holy Land. Furthermore, regarding the violation of Holy Land regulations, Third Saint Son Zhao Long summoning you here is also a grave violation of the Cangqiong Holy Land's regulations!"

At this moment, Lin Qingzhu, who had not spoken until now, looked at Wang Xianzhi deeply with a cold gaze: "I will definitely report this matter to my master, Holy Lord Xu Yan!"

"You are that little girl Holy Lord Xu Yan's disciple?"

Wang Xianzhi's aged body trembled, and the withered arms hidden beneath his long sleeves clenched tightly together. He couldn't help but ask himself: "What kind of ability does this kid actually have to have so many important figures backing him?"

Whether it was Holy Lord Xu Yan or Master Shen Xi, neither was someone Wang Xianzhi could afford to provoke. Both shared a common trait: they were equally young, and given time, they might perhaps reach the pinnacle and become Great Emperors.

"Heh, Old Monster Wang, I advise you to take your good disciple and leave here quickly; don't continue to make a fool of yourself." Sword God Li Chungang sneered, twisting the knife further.

Once these words were spoken, the killing intent beneath Wang Xianzhi's eyes could no longer be hidden and suddenly swept across the entire scene. "You bastard, Sword God Li Chungang, do you want to have a go with me?"

"Hahaha, come on then, Old Monster Wang. It's been several hundred years since I fought you. What's wrong with testing your strength today?"

Sword God Li Chungang laughed twice, gently brushed the dust off his slovenly clothes, and took out his life-bound Mystic Power weapon, the Wooden Flowing Horse. He looked at it nostalgically, then stared at Wang Xianzhi with full fighting spirit: "If your true body had come today, I might have feared you by three points. But you dare to be so arrogant with a mere phantom that isn't even a clone? I'll cut you down!"

The battle between the two was about to break out above the clouds.

"Heh heh, Qingzhu, you had better come to my side quickly. When my master's true body arrives later, I would be very sad if you were injured."

Third Saint Son Zhao Long looked at Lin Qingzhu smugly, still not giving up on persuading her to leave Ye Xuan.

"Heh, Third Saint Son Zhao Long, you are still as shameless as ever. It was you and my sister who went to the Yun Family three years ago to help her break off the engagement, right?"

Lin Qingzhu's cold voice was filled with anger: "The Yun Family and our Lin Family of Qingyang County are generational friends. You crossed the line like this just to get Lin Qingxue; you are truly shameless and despicable."

"Let me tell you, I don't care who Lin Qingxue likes to follow, but you had people drug my room last time, trying to force me to submit—you really have some good methods... But I'm telling you, give up on that idea early; I will never fancy you!"

With the past events of a year ago brought to light, Lin Qingxue's face turned pale, and she could only glance at her sister with a guilty conscience. However, in the next second, the guilt in her eyes dissipated, replaced by a cold sharpness: "Sister, you are going too far. When did Senior Brother Third Saint Son Zhao Long poison you? Do you have evidence?"

"You bitch..." Seeing that the matter was exposed, Third Saint Son Zhao Long was so angry he wanted to curse at Lin Qingzhu, but he swallowed his anger and said: "Where am I inferior to that Pretty Boy by your side? How many days have you known each other? We have known each other since childhood, and I don't know how many treasures I have given you?"

"Ridiculous, when have I, Lin Qingzhu, ever accepted a single item from you, Third Saint Son Zhao Long?" Hearing this, Lin Qingzhu was stunned for a moment. She looked at her sister Lin Qingxue's flickering, evasive eyes and instantly understood the whole sequence of events.

"Junior Niece Lin Qingxue, don't say any more. I believe you."

Ye Xuan comforted Lin Qingzhu again and took the initiative to hold her in his arms.

"Thank you, Junior Martial Uncle Ye Xuan!" A warmth rose in Lin Qingxue's heart, and she turned around to hug Ye Xuan tightly.

At this moment, Lin Qingxue's favorability towards Ye Xuan had broken through ninety, reaching ninety-three.

"Bastard, damn Pretty Boy, I want you dead!"

Seeing the two tightly hugging each other, this sentimental scene before his eyes, Third Saint Son Zhao Long could no longer hold back and launched his strongest attack at the seventh level of the Earth Profound Realm.

"Wang-rank Mystic Skill—Nine Suns Shining!"

The massive Mystic Power instantly condensed into three hazy suns, and the scorching high temperature ignited instantly, shooting straight towards Ye Xuan.

"Hmph, that disciple of yours is truly crazy!"

Sword God Li Chungang put away his broken sword, the Wooden Flowing Horse, and looked at the disheveled Wang Xianzhi in front of him with a mocking expression.

"Xiao Long, that kid cannot be killed!" The phantom of Wang Xianzhi, which was about to be strangled in the sky, suddenly changed color. In the next second, he arrived behind Third Saint Son Zhao Long, wanting to disperse his attack, but unfortunately, it was one step too late.

"Hmph!"

Ye Xuan glanced at Third Saint Son Zhao Long indifferently, stopped Lin Qingxue in his arms who was about to make a move, and took out the half-step King Profound Realm puppet from his spirit ring.

The three hazy suns that seemed capable of destroying everything were easily slapped away by a single palm from a silver-white giant puppet.