179: Chapter 179 Please save my young lady!

That dark shadow stood amidst the clouds, gazing in the direction where Leng Qingshuang and her Disciple had departed, his hands rapidly forming hand seals.

Strands of spiritual power transformed into silk threads, spreading out in all directions, seemingly attempting to quietly erase the commotion caused by Leng Qingshuang's Heavenly Tribulation.

However, just as his hand seal was about to be completed, the dark shadow abruptly looked up, his pupils shrinking suddenly.

Deep within the Void Realm, several Divine Thoughts were sweeping toward him.

"Damn it!"

The dark shadow cursed in a low voice, "Bloody hell, they're like persistent plasters!"

Gritting his teeth, he immediately abandoned his incomplete concealment measures and vanished into a wisp of black smoke.

Before disappearing, his gaze swept once more toward the direction Leng Qingshuang had gone, a flash of helplessness appearing in the depths of his eyes.

"Silly girl, I'm powerless to help now..."

...

On the Somersault Cloud.

Chen Yan took out the "Huntian Cloak" he had just received as a reward from the System mission, examining it carefully in his hands.

[Huntian Cloak: High Grade Earth Rank; Warm in winter and cool in summer, comfortable and soft; Myriad Manifestations at Will, Huntian Body Protection.]

"Tsk~"

He looked at the Magic Treasure in his hand; this large lump of black fabric looked like a small quilt no matter how he viewed it.

You're called an Earth Rank Magic Treasure? With this appearance?

His mouth twitched twice, his face full of disdain.

Draping this thing over my body would be like wearing bedding; I don't want to be a beggar!

The only benefit was probably that it was soft enough.

Soft enough...

Chen Yan's eyes suddenly lit up. Looking at the cloak's "Myriad Manifestations at Will" skill, he thought of its most suitable use.

Isn't this just a perfect human-sized dog bed?~~~

Immediately, he spread the "Huntian Cloak" onto the Somersault Cloud and pointed with a hand seal, activating the Myriad Manifestations at Will skill.

The entire cloak flashed with spiritual light, instantly transforming into a dog-bed-style sofa.

He grinned and sat down, pulling his Revered Master's hand. "Revered Master, try lying down. I guarantee you'll be satisfied with this new style of cloud cushion."

Leng Qingshuang glanced at the soft cloak, then at her Rebellious Disciple's fawning expression.

The tips of her ears turned slightly red.

This so-called cloud cushion was only so big; if two people lay down, they would inevitably touch.

This Rebellious Disciple is truly thinking of taking advantage of his Revered Master at every moment!

Hmph!

"Fine."

But she only said 'fine' and, with a blushing face, lay sideways on the dog-bed sofa.

She even deliberately occupied only half, leaving the other half for Chen Yan.

Chen Yan was instantly elated.

Wow~ Revered Master didn't refuse!

No refusal means agreement!

Revered Master~ your Disciple is coming~~~

He happily wiggled his butt and gently lay down on the other half of the dog bed.

Smelling the delicate fragrance constantly wafting from his Revered Master, his heart surged with excitement~~~

[Favorability +1]

[Leng Qingshuang's Favorability: 94/100!]

The day of 'conquering' Revered Master is just around the corner!

...

On the other side, news of the battle involving Chen Yan and his Revered Master at the Wan Jian Sect spread across the continent as if it had grown wings.

"What? The Wan Jian Sect's Great Sect-Protecting Array was shattered by a single sword strike?"

"Is that for real? That Formation had been passed down for thousands of years!"

"It's absolutely true! My cousin's Junior Martial Uncle's niece is an Outer Sect Disciple at the Wan Jian Sect. She said the entire mountain gate was shaking; she thought it was an earthquake!"

"Hiss... who was the one who did it?"

"Sword Venerable Shuanghua of the Taiqing Sword Sect. I heard her cultivation has already reached the Peak Mahayana stage."

"And that Chen Yan, relying on his Revered Master's support, smashed their mountain gate to smithereens and even carved words on the city wall!"

"What did he write?"

"Supposedly... 'Old Dog Fang of Wan Jian Sect and dogs are not allowed entry'?"

"This..."

Similar conversations were constantly playing out in major teahouses and taverns.

Chen Yan's name truly resounded throughout the entire Eastern Region for the first time.

Some called him the "Sword Dao Madman," while others called him the "Sect Nemesis."

Some even directly pushed him into the position of "Number One of the Younger Generation."

Of course, there were plenty of people cursing him too.

Madman, thug, an ignorant junior who doesn't know the heights of the heavens...

All sorts of labels were pinned on him.

Rumors and gossip constantly reached Chen Yan's ears, but he just giggled and stated, "Curse all you want; if you're not convinced, come and fight me."

...

A few days later, above the Iron Blood Sect.

The Revered Master and Disciple arrived by sword. Seeing the scene before them, they stood dazed on the spot.

The mountain gate of the Iron Blood Sect was tightly shut.

Layer upon layer of the Great Sect-Protecting Array lit up, the piercing spiritual light almost blinding.

Every single person in the Sect was cowering inside the Formation.

Not even a single soul dared to show their face.

Chen Yan helplessly flew a circle around the Iron Blood Sect, finding these people to be truly fucking cowardly.

He had been shouting insults for over half an hour, yet they didn't even dare to talk back.

"What the hell is this?"

Chen Yan's face was lined with frustration.

He was counting on a satisfying fight, but his opponents had directly retreated into their shells.

Didn't I come here for nothing then?

Leng Qingshuang stood upon the Somersault Cloud, watching this farce with a cold expression.

She wasn't surprised by this result.

With the fates of the Zhenwu Sect and Wan Jian Sect laid out before them, the Iron Blood Sect, which was merely a top-tier second-rate power, wouldn't dare come out to fight.

Chen Yan finished his lap and finally flew back to his Revered Master's side, feeling bored.

"Revered Master, are we still going to fight?"

Leng Qingshuang gave him a faint glance.

"Fight what? They've closed their doors and admitted defeat, staking their Sect's reputation. It wouldn't be right for the Taiqing Sword Sect to push things to the extreme."

Chen Yan: "..."

He curled his lip, somewhat unwilling.

Just leave it at that?

Damn!

How could that be!

Chen Yan looked at the Iron Blood Sect's mountain gate, his eyes darting around. He suddenly flew toward the gate.

"What are you going to do?"

Leng Qingshuang frowned.

Chen Yan didn't answer. He flew directly above the mountain gate and drew his Imperial Rank spiritual sword.

"You can play the coward, but I can't swallow this grievance!"

"Since you avoid battle today, then from this day forward!"

Clang!

Amidst the howling sword whistle, a strand of Sword Qi carrying world-destroying power slashed straight down.

"Boom!"

The plaque of the Iron Blood Sect, with the words "Iron Blood Sect" written in large characters, exploded violently, turning into a cloud of debris.

Chen Yan stood with his sword, prideful before heaven and earth. "From this day forward, the Iron Blood Sect shall retreat thirty miles upon seeing me!"

"If not, I will kill every one I see!"

"No exceptions!"

The Iron Blood Sect's Great Sect-Protecting Array trembled violently, yet they still didn't dare to open it.

From within the Sect came bursts of exclamations and cries.

They seemed to be wailing for their century-old reputation.

But even so, no one dared to show their head and respond, not even with a single word!

Chen Yan spat toward the tightly closed mountain gate.

"A bunch of useless cowards."

He helplessly turned and flew back to his Revered Master, took her hand, and steered the Somersault Cloud away.

Hiding his deeds and fame.

"Do you feel better now?"

Leng Qingshuang looked at her Rebellious Disciple, who was full of satisfaction, and asked with a light smile.

Chen Yan grinned. "Throw one punch to open the way, and save yourself from a hundred punches later!"

The frustration of the past few days completely dissipated at this moment.

He acted so wildly to give everyone a warning.

Everyone should stay the fuck away from him!

Especially those on the hidden dragon ranking who, seeing that he hadn't been practicing for long, thought they could all come and step on him.

Or those who wanted to improve their own ranking by defeating him!

After this commotion, anyone wanting to make a move would have to think about whether they could withstand Chen Yan's retaliation!

As the two stepped onto the teleportation array to Youzhou, the light of the teleportation faded.

The landscape of the Youzhou territory slowly unfolded before their eyes.

Chen Yan held his Revered Master's hand. Just as they stepped out of the teleportation array, he noticed several figures rapidly approaching.

He instinctively moved in front of his Revered Master, a sense of alertness rising in his heart.

But the leader of the group knelt on one knee before them. "Greetings, Sword Venerable Shuanghua, Young Master Chen."

Chen Yan narrowed his eyes and recognized this person.

It was the family servant by Xiao Shiyu's side, with a cultivation at the Peak Body Integration Stage.

But at this moment, his face was full of bitterness.

"Sword Venerable Leng, Young Master Chen, please save my Young Miss!"