590: Chapter 590 Chu Yan's Strength

[Liu Yezhou ignored her.]

[Jingkong frowned and took a step forward, pressing his palms together: "Amitabha. Benefactor, this is an ownerless ruin; anyone may enter. Blocking the path is unreasonable."]

[Liu Yezhou's gaze swept over, a cold sneer curling his lips: "Damned bald donkey, you're looking for death."]

[Before his voice had even faded, he raised his hand and struck out with a palm.]

["Shattering Void Palm!"]

[An invisible Law palm print, carrying a scorching wave of Qi, crashed down toward Jingkong. Everywhere it passed, Spiritual Qi surged like boiling water, and space slightly distorted.]

[Jingkong's expression changed. He formed hand seals and gave a low shout:]

["Vajra Body Protection."]

[Golden light erupted from his body, condensing into a thick golden light shield in front of him. Runes flowed across it, making it look like an inverted golden bell.]

[The palm print collided with it, causing the shield to tremble violently and hum loudly, but he managed to withstand it by force.]

[Liu Yezhou raised an eyebrow, and a faint light flickered at his fingertip.]

["Heaven-Rending Finger!"]

[A streak of deep blue finger-light shot from his fingertip, as thin as a hair. Wherever the light passed, it left a thin black line in space, its edges shimmering with an eerie light.]

[The finger-light hit the shield with a crack—the shield shattered instantly, golden fragments flying in all directions.]

[Jingkong's eyebrows twitched. His figure blurred as he retreated a thousand miles.]

[He pressed his palms together and murmured softly:]

["Buddha's Wrath Golden Lotus."]

[A golden lotus bloomed from his palm, its petals unfolding layer by layer, each one emitting a blinding golden light.]

[The golden lotus rotated as it flew out, expanding rapidly in the wind. In an instant, it grew to several meters in size and crushed toward Liu Yezhou, the air scorching and distorting in its wake.]

[Liu Yezhou flipped his hand and took out an ancient bronze shield—the Mountain-Suppressing Shield.]

[Runes flowed over the shield's surface, instantly transforming into a thick wall of green light that protected him.]

[The golden lotus slammed into the light wall and exploded with a roar, golden light splashing everywhere like a shattered sun.]

[The light wall trembled a few times but firmly blocked the attack.]

[Liu Yezhou was shaken back several steps, his expression shifting slightly.]

[He looked at you, then fixed his glare on Jingkong, letting out a cold huff: "Damned bald donkey, I'll remember you."]

[As soon as he finished speaking, he swept up the three people behind him and fled toward the valley, vanishing into the mist in the blink of an eye.]

[Jingkong breathed a sigh of relief, pressed his palms together, and muttered: "Amitabha. This benefactor is so arrogant; he's going to get beaten sooner or later..."]

[You smiled and said: "Aren't you afraid of the Liu Clan Immortal Family?"]

[Jingkong's face changed instantly, his voice cracking: "What? He's from the Liu Clan Immortal Family?"]

[He took a step back, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. His pressed hands were shaking. "It's over, it's over. What am I going to do?"]

[Gu Lingshuang cracked her whip and snorted: "Bald donkey, what are you afraid of? Does the Liu Clan really dare to cause trouble in the Xuanyuan Immortal Clan's territory?"]

[Tang Zhan nodded, his tone steady: "Exactly. Our Tianlan Star is within the Xuanyuan Immortal Clan's sphere of influence. The Xuanyuan Immortal Clan won't just sit by."]

["But..." Jingkong rubbed his hands together, pacing back and forth like an ant on a hot griddle.]

["There are no 'buts'," Gu Lingshuang interrupted him. "He didn't even identify himself just now. Do you think he'll go back and slap his own face?"]

["Yeah," you chimed in with a smile. "And you didn't give your name either, so what's there to fear?"]

[You paused, "Just say... you're from the Bodhidharma Hall of Kunlun Dao Academy."]

[Jingkong's eyes lit up. He pressed his palms together and straightened his back: "Amitabha. Benefactor Qin has a point. This monk is indeed from the Bodhidharma Hall, and I am a Disciple of Venerable Damo."]

[Venerable Damo, a Mahayana stage cultivator, was the academy's third Vice Dean.]

[You simply smiled. Letting the four of them travel with you was precisely to handle situations like this.]

[You had known long ago that Liu Yezhou would block you here—not by guessing, but because your Divine Thought had sensed it.]

[Not only that, but in the heavens a hundred thousand miles away, Elder Qi was watching every move in these ruins.]

[He wasn't the one you were worried about.]

[What you worried about was—if there were other Mahayana Cultivators watching from places your Divine Thought couldn't reach, that would be the real trouble.]

[Although you no longer feared an ordinary Mahayana Early Stage, it was best to avoid unnecessarily alerting the enemy.]

[Without further delay, you activated the void-breaking boat and slowly flew into the valley entrance.]

[Mist surged from both sides, churning like living things, yet seemingly driven away by something, never daring to approach the boat's hull.]

[You stood on the deck with your hands behind your back, gazing calmly ahead.]

[On the stone walls of the canyon, ancient carvings occasionally flashed by, looking like scars left by time.]

[The wind blew through, making a howling sound.]

["These ruins should have originally belonged to a major Sect, right?" you suddenly spoke.]

["Correct," Tang Zhan said seriously. "We looked into it before coming. It's said this place is called Forgetful Sorrow Valley, once a first-rate power. Because they offended a certain Mahayana two thousand years ago, they were wiped out overnight."]

["Forgetful Sorrow Valley?" Xuantian's voice suddenly echoed in your mind.]

[You sent a transmission back: "You know of it?"]

["The Valley Master of Forgetful Sorrow Valley was surnamed Cheng," Xuantian's voice turned low. "They were once close with the Qin Immortal Clan for generations, and the two families even had marriage ties. When the Qin Immortal Clan was destroyed, many powers were implicated... Forgetful Sorrow Valley was one of them."]

[Your brow furrowed slightly as you looked at Tang Zhan: "Are there any survivors of Forgetful Sorrow Valley?"]

["There are, of course," Tang Zhan shook his head. "But they've either changed their names or vanished without a trace."]

[You nodded, muttering to yourself—Two thousand years ago? Valley Master surnamed Cheng? Cheng Rongrong... she couldn't be a descendant of the Valley Master, could she?]

[With a thought, your Divine Thought spread out like spilled mercury, instantly covering millions of miles.]

[Amidst the crisscrossing mountain ranges, collapsed Immortal Caves and ruined pavilions were everywhere—]

[Most of the pavilion roofs had collapsed, and only scorched earth remained in the herb gardens. Plaques of various halls were snapped in two, stuck diagonally in the rubble...]

[One ruined immortal palace hung in mid-air, its remaining formation patterns still functioning, the runes flickering. At the edges of the formation, space was torn into pitch-black cracks.]

[Residual Law ripples from the massacre lingered in the air everywhere—those ripples were formless and silent, wordlessly severing heaven and earth. Wind would break there, light would bend there, and even Spiritual Qi didn't dare approach.]

[Strange purple gas drifted everywhere—brightly purple and eerily beautiful. That purple gas was laced with Death Qi and specifically targeted Divine Sense. Inhaling just one breath would plunge one into hallucinations, leading to a silent death.]

[You withdrew your Divine Thought, curious—]

[These ruins are so perilous; thirty years later, Chu Yan seemingly only had a Qi Refining cultivation. How did he obtain the gale essence and escape unscathed?]

[Could it be that he was disguising his cultivation?]

[Why does everyone nowadays like to pretend to be a Qi Refining Cultivator?]