31: Thousands of knots, for you

“However, since Elder is in such high spirits today, traveling all the way to my Holy Son Peak as a guest, if I don't entertain him properly, it would seem as though I, as a Junior, lack courtesy.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Chen lightly snapped his fingers.

Buzz!

The entire Holy Son Peak seemed to come alive at this moment!

Invisible yet truly existing Formation patterns lit up from various parts of the mountain, instantly weaving into a colossal, all-encompassing net.

An ancient, suffocatingly vast pressure descended with a roar!

This was the mountain-protecting Formation personally reinforced by Jiang Shengtian, and its power was far beyond what Daoist Tian Xuan could contend with!

Daoist Tian Xuan's expression changed drastically. He felt the spiritual Qi around him being suppressed, contracting inch by inch under this pressure, and the circulation of spiritual Qi within his body became sluggish.

“Jiang Chen! What are you trying to do! How dare you attack me?!” he roared, a mix of shock and fury.

Jiang Chen shook his head, a gentle smile on his face, “Elder is joking. I merely wish to ask you to pay a small price for today's impulsiveness.”

Using the Formation, Jiang Chen slowly raised his hand and, facing Daoist Tian Xuan, clenched it in the air.

“Ah!”

Daoist Tian Xuan screamed. A force seized his Divine Soul.

His dignity as a Ninth Realm Saint expert was crushed into dust at this moment.

“Holy Son Peak is my territory.”

Jiang Chen's voice was cold, “It's not a place you can just come to as you please, or leave... as you please.”

“Today, I shall teach Elder a lesson.”

“Kneel.”

“You... dream on!” Daoist Tian Xuan's eyes were bloodshot, resisting with all his might.

Jiang Chen's palm tightened slightly.

“Thud!”

Under the gaze of countless Divine Senses, Hongtian Holy Land's highly respected and renowned Elder, Daoist Tian Xuan, his knees weakened, and he uncontrollably knelt heavily in Jiang Chen's direction!

...Inside the guest courtyard's quiet room, Su Qinger was meditating and adjusting her breathing.

However, when the Saint pressure belonging to Daoist Tian Xuan soared into the sky, pointing directly at Holy Son Peak, she suddenly opened her eyes.

The monstrous rage and chilling killing intent contained within that pressure were so clear that her heart instantly clenched.

It's aimed at Jiang Chen!

This thought flashed through her mind like lightning.

After the Tingxue Pavilion incident, with Xu Ying's death, how could his Revered Master let it go?

Su Qinger could no longer sit still. She abruptly stood up, her face filled with anxiety.

She knew Jiang Chen was very strong, even capable of easily crippling the Peak Nascent Soul Xu Ying.

But this time, the one who came knocking was a Ninth Realm Saint who had been famous for a long time!

No matter how strong Jiang Chen was, he was ultimately only at the Soul Transformation Realm. How could he contend with a Saint?

What if... what if something happened to him... Just thinking of this possibility, Su Qinger felt a wave of panic and disarray, her breathing becoming rapid.

“No, I have to go see!”

Without the slightest hesitation, she lifted her skirt and was about to rush out.

“Young Miss, no!”

Uncle Wang and Elder Li's figures appeared at the doorway as if by teleportation, blocking her path.

Both Elders' faces were filled with solemnity and disapproval.

“Young Miss, that's a conflict between a Holy Land Elder and a Saint. Why would you get involved?”

Elder Li urged anxiously, “Daoist Tian Xuan is in a fit of rage. If you go now, you'll only bring trouble upon yourself!”

“Yes, Young Miss!”

Uncle Wang also said in a deep voice, “Have you forgotten what you promised us? Not to have private contact with the Saint before the Grand Competition ends! Now Holy Son Peak has become a place of trouble, you absolutely must not go!”

They could understand the Young Miss's concern, but this concern itself was the biggest problem!

This was no longer about repaying a favor; this was clearly being flustered by concern!

“Get out of the way!”

Su Qinger's voice, for the first time, carried a hint of sternness, “Uncle Wang, Elder Li, have you forgotten? This matter started because of me! If not to save me, how would Jiang Chen have formed a mortal enmity with Daoist Tian Xuan?”

“Now that he is in trouble, if I sit here idly and stand by, what kind of person would I, Su Qinger, be? How could my Dao Heart be at peace?!”

Her words left the two Elders speechless.

The logic was sound, but they were protecting Su Qinger's safety, not Jiang Chen's life or death.

Looking at Su Qinger's eyes, which were filled with anxiety and determination, the two Elders exchanged glances, seeing the bitterness and helplessness in each other's eyes.

She had fallen too deep.

Their Young Miss, with her Nine Orifice Exquisite Heart, had been completely captivated by the man named Jiang Chen.

“Young Miss, even if you must go, please allow the two of us to accompany you.”

Uncle Wang finally relented. He knew they couldn't stop her today.

“Good.” Su Qinger nodded hastily. She only wanted to rush to Holy Son Peak immediately.

The three transformed into streaks of light, flying towards Holy Son Peak at their fastest speed.

Along the way, Su Qinger's heart was in her throat.

She continuously prayed in her heart that Jiang Chen would be alright.

That heartfelt worry was so real that even she felt unfamiliar with it.

She had never worried about anyone so much, not even Lin Fan back then, who had never made her so anxious.

However, when they finally approached Holy Son Peak, they were stunned by the scene before them, stopping mid-air.

There was no imagined mountain collapse or Spell bombardment.

The entire Holy Son Peak was eerily quiet.

And what made their scalps tingle even more was that in front of Holy Son Peak's mountain gate, Hongtian Holy Land's famous Elder, Daoist Tian Xuan, was actually... kneeling there!

He had his head bowed, his Aura withered, and his characteristic crimson Daoist robe was stained with dust, looking utterly disheveled.

Opposite him, on the cliff edge, the white figure stood with hands behind his back, robes fluttering, looking down with an indifferent expression.

What... what was going on?

Su Qinger was stunned, and Uncle Wang and Elder Li were so shocked their jaws almost dropped.

They had envisioned countless possibilities, even preparing to forcibly take Su Qinger away if Jiang Chen was defeated.

But they had never imagined such an outcome.

A Late Stage Ninth Realm Saint expert, full of momentum, came knocking, and as a result... he just knelt?

Just as they were shocked and lost in thought, Jiang Chen on the cliff edge seemed to sense something. He slowly turned around, his gaze piercing through the clouds and mist, landing precisely on Su Qinger.

Their eyes met.

Su Qinger's heart skipped a beat. When she saw Jiang Chen's deep, calm eyes, her heart, which had been suspended all the way, finally settled.

He was fine.

This thought instantly filled her with an indescribable joy and relief, even her eyes felt slightly warm.

Jiang Chen looked at her, a mix of surprise, joy, and a hint of lingering fear on her face, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously curved into a slight smile.

He didn't speak, but simply waved gently at her.

Su Qinger's cheeks immediately flushed crimson.

She almost instinctively wanted to fly over.

“Young Miss!”

Uncle Wang hastily pulled her back, transmitting his voice, “No! Look at that scene, the Saint clearly has the upper hand. If you go over now, what would your position be? Wouldn't that confirm those rumors?”

Su Qinger's footsteps paused. Reason told her that Uncle Wang was right.

But her gaze simply couldn't move away from that white figure.

Especially when she saw the half-smile on Jiang Chen's face, she felt her heart skip a beat.

Just as she was hesitating, Jiang Chen's calm voice clearly entered her ears.

“It's alright, come.”