601: Chapter 601 The World Is Going to Decline

"Sect Master! Don't!"

"Senior Martial Uncle, watch out!"

Almost simultaneously, Xiao Ruobai, Ling Xi, and Mo Yu cried out in alarm.

Fang Hanyu instinctively took a half-step behind Xuan Yangzi, his body's immortal light slightly condensing as he prepared to withstand the impact.

To the side, Wang Xiaopang was so scared he squeezed his eyes shut, muttering to himself, "It's over, it's over, it's over..."

Xuan Yangzi paused, his brow furrowing even deeper.

He looked at the Disciples' expressions, which seemed as if they were facing a formidable enemy and were not feigned; a sense of absurdity intertwined with a faint, vague unease in his heart.

Could this egg truly be strange?

In that split second of his Divided Soul, his fingertips had already touched the dull gray egg shell.

Cold and rough, the texture was no different from the most ordinary pebbles found in the mountains.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

No humming, no spiritual light, not a single ripple of power.

The gray egg still lay quietly in the stone pit, as if it truly were just an ordinary stone egg without any spirituality.

Xuan Yangzi's tense body gradually relaxed, a helpless smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He turned to the still-nervous Disciples and spoke with a hint of mockery:

"See? What's the panic? This is just an ordinary egg. There's nothing strange about it. I was actually startled by Yue Chen, that child."

As he spoke, he specifically used his fingertips to gently stroke the eggshell; it was indeed no different from an ordinary eggshell.

Xiao Ruobai, Ling Xi, and the others looked at each other, their tense nerves finally relaxing as they let out long sighs of relief.

Little Fatty's sudden flight just now had made them worry instinctively. Now, seeing the egg show no reaction, they realized they had been overly tense.

Fang Hanyu also withdrew his immortal light and bowed slightly. "This Disciple was overthinking."

Wang Xiaopang suddenly snapped his eyes open, peered at the gray egg, then felt his lower back with a look of indignation:

"This shouldn't be right. Could it be that this egg only targets me..."

Xuan Yangzi shook his head with a laugh, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over a few Mountain Spirit Walnuts scattered on the ground, which Wang Xiaopang had dropped earlier.

He bent down to pick one up and placed it on the stone table. Applying a bit of force to his wrist, he raised the gray egg, intending to smash it down.

Suddenly, everyone felt a blur before their eyes, as if a single frame of time and space itself had been cut away without warning.

One moment, Xuan Yangzi was still smiling, holding the walnut to smash it.

The next moment, where he had been standing, he had vanished into thin air.

Only a brief, distorted green phantom, formed by the air being compressed by extreme speed, remained.

It lingered on everyone's retinas like a brand, marking that an Earth Immortal had once existed there.

Without warning, even Gu Changge's hand holding the teacup paused for a brief instant.

One second the Sect Master was smiling and tapping the egg, calling it ordinary; the next, he was gone without a trace.

In the small courtyard, everyone froze instantly.

Just as Xiao Ruobai, Ling Xi, and the others were about to cry out, a short, startled "Holy crap!" faintly drifted from deep within the sea of clouds across a vast distance.

The voice was filled with unbelievable bewilderment and distress, gradually dissipating into the wind.

Wang Xiaopang stared blankly toward the sea of clouds, then back at the egg, his throat bobbing with difficulty.

That dull gray egg was now lying quietly in the stone pit, without having moved even a fraction of an inch.

The eggshell was smooth and unremarkable.

It was as if the scene of an Earth Immortal, a hegemon ruling three domains, being swatted away like a fly to the horizon had nothing to do with it.

Old Huang didn't even bother to lift his eyelids this time, merely snorting a breath filled with grass clippings from his nostrils.

As if saying: Another one who doesn't learn.

Gu Changge finally set down his teacup. His gaze swept over the dumbfounded Disciples, remembering how he himself had once been smashed until he saw stars. Despite his Immortal Emperor Realm cultivation, even he hadn't been able to react.

He sighed softly. "Its temper isn't very good."

He paused and added:

"Especially toward strangers, or those with 'ill' intentions."

His gaze seemed to pointedly sweep over the Mountain Spirit Walnuts rolling on the ground, intended for "cracking."

Wang Xiaopang shuddered violently. Using both hands and feet, he immediately picked up the "evidence" walnuts from the ground with the fastest speed of his life.

He clutched them tightly in his palm, hid them behind his back, and forced a fawning smile that looked worse than crying.

Just then, a green streak of light flew rapidly from above the distant sea of clouds.

Although the speed was fast, it was much steadier than when he was flung away. Clearly, Xuan Yangzi had stabilized himself and was returning.

In just a moment, Xuan Yangzi's figure landed on Zizhu Peak, but he no longer possessed his previous calm and majesty.

His robes were somewhat disheveled from the high-altitude astral winds, his hair was slightly messy, and his face still held lingering shock.

Along with a hint of ill-concealed strangeness and embarrassment, even his protective immortal light appeared somewhat hurried.

As soon as he landed, his gaze instinctively avoided everyone, especially fearing to look at the gray egg in the stone pit.

As if it weren't an ordinary egg, but a "jinx" that could fling him away again at any moment.

Xiao Ruobai was the first to react, quickly stepping forward and bowing with concern. "Senior Martial Uncle, are you alright?"

Fang Hanyu and Mo Yu also hurriedly followed, their eyes full of worry. That flight just now was too far; they truly feared the Sect Master had been injured.

Xuan Yangzi took a deep breath, adjusted his disheveled robes, and tried to put on his majestic Sect Master persona.

Yet he couldn't suppress the strange expression on his face. He waved his hand, his tone somewhat stiff:

"It's nothing, just a small accident."

But as soon as he spoke, the scene he had witnessed in the clouds when he was flung away involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Two figures were entangled together, making quite a commotion. They had set up a soundproofing Formation, but hadn't accounted for someone falling from directly above...

Two people were wantonly entangled deep within the clouds; the image was so stinging that he could barely keep his eyes open.

The male cultivator was one thing, but that female cultivator... why did she look a bit like the Valley Master of Medicine King Valley, who was always known for being pure and noble?

Usually appearing as if she didn't consume the food of common mortals, who would have thought...

Having lived for so many years as the Sect Master of the Azure Profound Sect, he had seen slaughter and warfare, intrigue and deception, but he had never seen anyone so unrestrained and blatant.

Thinking of this, Xuan Yangzi's expression darkened further, and he couldn't help but mutter a complaint under his breath.

His tone was full of helplessness and resentment, and even his voice carried a hint of subtle embarrassment and anger:

"The world's morals are truly declining, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be! Simply... simply scandalous! Within the Xuanhuang Great World, there are actually people doing such illicit things in the clouds!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the courtyard fell silent again.

Xiao Ruobai, Ling Xi, and the others looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion. What was wrong with the Sect Master?

He got flung away once, so why was he lamenting the decline of public morals?

Wang Xiaopang scratched his head and whispered, "Illicit things? What illicit things, Sect Master?"

Mo Yu hurriedly pulled Wang Xiaopang's sleeve in secret, signaling him not to talk too much. Couldn't he see the Sect Master's expression was off?

If he kept asking, he might run into bad luck again.

Old Huang also peeked with his eyelids, glanced at Xuan Yangzi, then quickly lowered his head, secretly muttering in his heart:

What did the Sect Master run into? Looking at him, he seems more miserable than if he had been rebuked by the Venerable One.