187: Two attacks

Ever since she had met this girl, it was the first time she had seen Xiao Lingxian show such an expression.

She felt some doubt in her heart, but it wasn't convenient to ask more, so she just obediently stood by Chen Xuan's side.

Before long, Wang Er returned carrying three sealed wine jars. Even before they were opened, a faint aroma of wine quietly wafted out.

Qin Tianxing laughed as he slapped away the sealing clay of one jar. A rich wine fragrance instantly filled the air, mellow with a hint of sweetness:

"Brother Chen, this divine saliva wine is a fine brew unique to our Yin Shen Sect. It's brewed using mountain spiritual springs and century-old spiritual fruits. Compared to the flowing sunset drunkenness you drank before in the Lesser Exquisite Grotto-Heaven, it has its own merits. You must savor it properly."

Chen Xuan raised his wine cup, brought it close to his nose to take a light sniff, and then took a small sip. The mellow wine fragrance dissolved on the tip of his tongue; it was indeed quite good.

After the two chatted for a few sentences, Chen Xuan asked, "There are a few things I would like to trouble Fellow Daoist Qin with, I wonder if..."

"Brother Chen, there's no need to be polite, just say it." Before Chen Xuan could finish, he was interrupted by Qin Tianxing.

"The first matter: after arriving in this Flame Continent, I encountered a Qinglan Sect. A Sect Elder was controlled by a fox demon woman, bewitching the people at the foot of the mountain to Cultivate an evil technique that squeezes blood and Qi to convert it into Innate Spiritual Qi."

"There should be quite a few such Sects in the Flame Continent territory. I would like to trouble you to help clear some of them out."

Qin Tianxing didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "What is the strength of these Sects?"

"The Sect Master only has a cultivation base of about the eighth level of the Golden Core Realm, not worth mentioning." Chen Xuan intentionally stated the level three Realms higher, just in case.

Hearing that they were just ants at the Golden Core Realm, Qin Tianxing immediately patted his chest and agreed, saying he only needed to issue some Elder missions to the Sect Disciples.

Chen Xuan continued, "The second matter: I wonder if there is any scenic land in this Flame Continent with good feng shui, suitable for establishing a Sect?"

Qin Tianxing understood as soon as he heard this; his foster father was planning to build his own Sect power.

He put down his wine cup and fell into deep thought.

Wang Er chimed in, "Senior Chen may not know, but any scenic place in the Flame Continent with rich Spiritual Qi has long been occupied by various Sect forces."

"Even if there were any, they naturally wouldn't be worthy of your noble Sect."

Qin Tianxing also showed a bitter smile, "I will have the Sect Disciples keep an eye out for Brother Chen."

Chen Xuan understood in his heart; he had more or less expected this result.

In this world, Cultivators are as numerous as clouds. If there really were any immortal spiritual lands, they would have been seized long ago. Why would any be left for him?

Could it be... that he could only find a random place to settle the Sect?

Qin Tianxing was somewhat puzzled as to why Brother Chen hadn't asked about the spiritual power fluctuation at the Void Shattering Abyss. Could it be that to the man before him, it was just a minor matter not even worth keeping in mind?

Hmm... that was indeed a possibility.

The two raised their cups again, the wine in the white jade cups swaying with fine amber ripples.

Chen Xuan chatted casually, "After arriving in the Profound Realm yesterday, I occasionally heard someone mention that something big seems to be happening in the Heavenly Tribulation Continent recently. I wonder if Brother Qin has heard anything?"

Chen Xuan intended to learn more about the situation in this Profound Realm; his understanding of this world was still too little.

Although Shu Shichan's father answered every question, he was ultimately limited by his own Realm, and there were many levels of affairs he simply couldn't touch.

As soon as these words came out, Qin Tianxing's brow furrowed slightly as he thought for a moment: "Heavenly Tribulation Continent?"

"The Heavenly Tribulation Continent is tens of thousands of miles away from this Flame Continent. The Cultivators there are all arrogant and disdainful of interacting with Flame Continent Cultivators, let alone exchanging information."

"If something big really happened, I estimate it would take two or three months before we hear any news."

Chen Xuan nodded casually, thinking to himself.

So there was regional discrimination between the Flame Continent and other continents. Fortunately, he hadn't replied to Number Two's message back then; otherwise, his location might have been directly exposed.

It seemed that regarding the big event in the Heavenly Tribulation Continent mentioned by Number Two, he could only find an opportunity later to inquire about the truth of the news.

After drinking a few more cups together, the two finally finished. Qin Tianxing said in a deep voice, "Brother Chen, it's getting late. I have already had a courtyard prepared. Everyone, please rest first."

Chen Xuan nodded in agreement and walked side by side with Qin Tianxing.

Before long, the group arrived in front of an elegant courtyard. Several stalks of spiritual bamboo were planted among the green tiles and white walls. As the night wind blew past, the bamboo leaves rustled. Qin Tianxing instructed, "If you need anything, just ask," and then turned to leave with Wang Er.

Seeing the other party leave, Qi Yue then said in a serious tone, "Sect Master!"

Qi Yue then recounted how Xie Xingchen had obtained a Heart Calming Pill, and that the Yin Shen Sect had prepared an eighth-grade Meridian-Activating Pill for Li Pingan.

Chen Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, "I see."

Although Qin Tianxing was trying to curry favor with him, Chen Xuan did not have the habit of taking benefits from others for nothing... The next day!

Before the sky was fully bright, the peace within the Yin Shen Sect was broken by a sudden burst of commotion.

It should have been the hour for morning exercises, but not a single Cultivator could be seen sitting in meditation.

Countless Yin Shen Sect Disciples flooded onto the Sect square, each tilting their heads and staring fixedly at the sky outside the Sect. Their faces were full of terror, confusion, and intense unease.

The sky seemed to be covered by a huge black cloth. A dense mass of flying boats hovered beneath the clouds, each one emitting sharp spiritual power fluctuations.

Someone was attacking!

These Disciples had been with the Yin Shen Sect for hundreds of years, but this was the first time they had encountered someone laying siege to their own Sect.

After all, although there were small frictions between the four Sects of the Flame Continent, an open invasion like this was a first.

"Those are... flying boats of the Haotian Sect! And the forces of the Cloud Sea Sect!" a sharp-eyed Disciple cried out in alarm.

Hundreds of Nascent Soul Cultivators held Magical Artifacts and stood neatly on the flying boats, yet they didn't even have the qualification to approach the Yin Shen Sect's mountain gate. They could only stand respectfully at the back; they were not the main force this time.

Standing at the front of the flying boats were over a dozen Soul Emergence Cultivators. Spiritual power swirled around them, forming a spiritual mist visible to the naked eye.

If one looked closely, they would find that whether it was the Nascent Soul Cultivators or those at the Soul Emergence stage, half of them bore a strange, supernatural mark on their bodies.

These were Slave Seals.

Many of them had only come after receiving a summons yesterday. If they dared to disobey the order, only one fate awaited them.

These prodigies who had ascended from the Lesser Exquisite Grotto-Heaven originally thought that after coming to the world of the Profound Realm, it would be a scene of the sky being high enough for birds to fly. It wasn't until the moment the Slave Seal was branded deep into their Divine Souls that they understood and realized that the so-called Ascension to the Profound Realm was nothing but a scam.

In front of these Soul Emergence Cultivators, three Cultivators dressed in magnificent Daoist robes stood with their hands behind their backs. No spiritual power leaked from them, yet they gave off a sense of pressure that made even heaven and earth submit.

That was an aura that only powerful experts of the Great Soul Transformation Realm could possess!

Daoist Yun Luo scanned the Sect ahead and sneered, "This is what happens when you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."