467: Chapter 467 What kind of bullying did he suffer?

"Your Disciple obeys."

Shu Shichan responded crisply and neatly.

Now that she had this dragon corpse, she had enough to attempt refining many high-grade Medicinal Pills; naturally, there was no longer a need to keep her eyes on that Little Girl who was being treated as "medicinal dregs."

Having arranged everything properly, Chen Xuan turned and returned to the main hall, taking his seat at the head.

With a casual wave of his hand, a spatial ripple spread out, and the three Disciples of the Demon Abyss Pavilion—Wang Guan, Zhuang Ruoheng, and Zhu Lang—appeared in the center of the hall.

The moment the three appeared, their minds and spirits trembled at the sight before them.

The first shock was the Spiritual Qi here, which was so dense it was almost tangible. The concentration of Spiritual Qi was actually more than ten times stronger than that of their own Demon Abyss Pavilion's blessed lands. With every breath, it felt as if countless wisps of pure spiritual power were actively drilling into their pores, nourishing their parched Meridians.

The second shock was the magnificent atmosphere of this great hall.

Zhuang Ruoheng quickly noticed the Man in White Robes at the head seat and the woman standing in attendance beside him. She immediately bowed respectfully with her hands cupped: "Junior Zhuang Ruoheng of the Demon Abyss Pavilion thanks Senior for your life-saving grace."

Recalling the information obtained in the Mustard Seed World, the person before her was very likely the Heavenly Venerable who had suppressed and killed the two Demon Venerables. No matter what, she could not show the slightest bit of disrespect.

Beside her, Zhu Lang was full of astonishment, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

He clearly remembered that when they met in the Secret Realm, wasn't this person still attached to the three pavilion Revered Masters of the Tiangong Pavilion and called "Peak Master Chen"?

Thinking about it now, could that "Peak Master Chen" identity be... a hidden dragon playing in the water, amusing himself in the mortal world?

Wang Guan also quickly recovered from his shock, waves of turmoil crashing in his heart.

Chen Xuan waved his hand, his tone indifferent: "There is no need to be so polite. This Venerable and your Revered Master, Yu Chen Celestial Venerable, are old acquaintances who have dealt with each other many times."

He paused, a meaningful smile curling at the corner of his mouth: "Previously, I also received much 'care' from him."

As soon as these words were spoken, the clouds of doubt in the hearts of Wang Guan and the others grew thicker.

An old acquaintance of Revered Master? And he received care?

The twists and turns within were likely far from being as simple as they appeared on the surface.

Wang Guan took a deep breath and summoned his courage to probe: "Senior is acquainted with my Revered Master, but I wonder when that was? We have been in the Sect for many years and have never heard Revered Master mention it..."

Chen Xuan's fingers lightly tapped the armrest of his chair, a half-smile on his face: "It was only a matter of the past six months; we even made a transaction that wasn't too small."

A transaction?

Zhuang Ruoheng was slightly startled; she didn't seem to have heard Revered Master mention this in the past six months.

But on second thought, Revered Master might have been busy with other matters—after all, their youngest Junior Sister had been missing for several months, and her whereabouts were still unknown.

Wang Guan said respectfully: "Senior, it has been some time since the journey to the Secret Realm began, and we need to return to the Sect to report to our Revered Master. We can only come to thank Senior for your life-saving grace another day."

Hearing this, Chen Xuan only gave them a faint glance.

He extended his slender fingers and tapped three times in the void.

*Buzz—*

An invisible force instantly enveloped the three of them. The spiritual power within their bodies seemed frozen, suddenly solidifying, making even its circulation extremely difficult.

"What is the meaning of this, Senior?"

Zhu Lang's expression changed. He wanted to resist, but found that before this power, he was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Beside him, Zhuang Ruoheng used a Heart-Lake Sound Transmission to remind him:

"Junior Brother, don't act rashly."

"If the two Demon Venerables in the Secret Realm were truly suppressed and killed by this Senior, then his cultivation base must be above Revered Master's. Resisting rashly might provoke the Senior's displeasure."

In reality, Chen Xuan's ability to casually seal the spiritual power of the three relied on his Sect's Mountain-Protecting Array.

Within this Dao Seeking Sect, he was the Revered Master of this world. Let alone dealing with two Mahayana Stage Cultivators, even if that old schemer Number Four were here, he could still handle him with ease and finesse.

"It is rare for you to come here, so you are the honored guests of my Dao Seeking Sect," Chen Xuan said in a steady, unhurried tone. "Since you are here, you might as well stay for a few more days so that I may fulfill my duties as a host."

"Moreover, in a few days, your Revered Master will arrive. You can all leave together then."

As Chen Xuan's voice fell, he called out softly: "Qi Yue!"

"Your subordinate is here."

Qi Yue kept a stiff little face, listening to orders with a serious expression.

"Arrange accommodations for the three honored guests and be sure to entertain them well."

"Yes, Sect Master!"

Qi Yue took the order and led the conflicted Wang Guan and the other two away.

It wasn't until they were led to a room in a side hall that Wang Guan and the others dared to discuss in low voices.

"What exactly is this Senior's intention? He saved us, yet he traps us here and even sealed our spiritual power..."

Zhuang Ruoheng pondered for a moment and whispered: "Perhaps... he truly has some connection with Revered Master."

She took out a copper coin and tossed it into the air, then reached out her slender hand to catch it.

The back!

Zhuang Ruoheng broke into a smile and said softly: "It seems he is not Revered Master's enemy. If that Senior really wanted to harm us, with his methods, a single thought would be enough; why bother rescuing us from the Secret Realm?"

Zhu Lang took the wine flask from his waist and took a heavy gulp:

"That's true."

"Then we can only wait obediently now." He turned to look at the woman who was still tossing a coin, not knowing what she was betting on. "Senior Sister, things have come to this; you should focus on tending to your injuries first. The Spiritual Qi here is dense, perfect for recovery."

While the three were lamenting, a familiar voice suddenly rang out.

"Where are you taking me now?"

"I've already confessed everything, why won't you let me go? You're not keeping your word!"

Leng Yimei, who had been completely numb, had her vitality and spirit rekindled after Shu Shichan forced a bowl of Medicinal Pills down her throat, and her whole person fully recovered.

As the pungent smell—a mixture of rotting leaves, metallic rust, and the bitterness of aged herbs—surged up, the Little Girl vomited on the spot.

A churning nausea rushed from her abdomen to her throat, and her eyes were forced into physiological red veins.

Leng Yimei regretted it.

If she had known she would end up in such a state, she wouldn't have dared to provoke that Man in White Robes for anything.

Wang Guan slapped the stone table and stood up abruptly:

"It's Junior Sister's voice."

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and two Disciples brought Leng Yimei into the courtyard.

As soon as Leng Yimei saw the familiar faces, she immediately burst into loud wailing, complaining while wiping away tears:

"Eldest Senior Brother! Second Senior Sister! You've finally come!"

"Do you know... what kind of bullying I suffered in this hellhole!"

"They forced me to eat that kind of... that kind of medicine that tastes ten thousand times worse than swill! Wuwuwu... my tongue is going numb!"

Watching his Junior Sister crying so pitifully, Wang Guan felt heartbroken and said solemnly: "Junior Sister, do not fear. In the future, your Senior Brother will surely seek justice for you!"

Just then, Zhu Lang narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on Leng Yimei, and he said in confusion: "Wait, Junior Sister's Realm... her aura seems stronger than before?"

Zhuang Ruoheng put away her copper coin, the corners of her mouth turning up slightly: "It seems that, as I expected, that Senior bears us no ill will."

"Senior Sister, do you know... exactly what kind of bullying I suffered in this hellhole!" Leng Yimei couldn't listen at all, still shouting and crying at the top of her lungs.