183: Chapter 183 Jian Sanyuan's Power

Behind her, Su Wanyue emerged from the mist, clad in a black dress, standing three paces behind Lady Hua, holding three lit incense sticks.

Lady Hua did not speak.

The assembled Yao Race fell to their knees in unison.

"Greetings, Lady."

The voices were uneven, some coarse and some fine, but when they converged, it sounded like a roaring sea, echoing across the wasteland on the outskirts of Taiyue Mountain.

Lady Hua stood in the center of the Yao Race, her pale green dress fluttering slightly in the mist.

Her gaze swept past the Yao Race kneeling on the ground and landed on the Golden Core Cultivators of the Human Race opposite her.

Soon.

Lady Hua moved her gaze away from Great Elder Jian Sanyuan and scanned them one by one.

"Heavenly Sword Sect, Great Elder Jian Sanyuan, Golden Core Seventh Rank, Grand Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, whose Sword Dao is profound; thirty years ago, he killed a Middle Stage Third Rank Great Demon with a single sword, shaking the Dachuan Dynasty."

Great Elder Jian Sanyuan's expression darkened, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, though he did not draw it.

"Xuanyi Sect, Sect Leader Xuanqingzi, Golden Core Sixth Rank..."

"Qingyun Sect, Great Elder Chen Qingyun, Golden Core Fifth Rank, Grand Elder of the Qingyun Sect. He uses a flute as his weapon, and his sound-based attack techniques are masterful. Thirty years ago, during the battle at Taiyue Mountain, a single melody of his slaughtered three thousand members of the Yao Race."

"Luoxia Sect, Great Elder Luo Qianshan, Golden Core Fifth Rank, Grand Elder of the Luoxia Sect. No one has ever survived beneath his short axes; he is bloodthirsty by nature and has more blood on his hands than anyone else present."

Lady Hua's gaze continued to move, her voice unhurried as she named everyone present.

"Heavenly Sword Sect, Jian Qingfeng, Jian Hanshuang, Jian Lingyun..."

"Xuanyi Sect, Zhou Yuantong, Zhou Yuanming."

"Qingyun Sect..."

Her voice was soft, but every word was crystal clear, piercing the ears of everyone present like nails.

The fourteen Golden Core Cultivators—their names, cultivation levels, backgrounds, and techniques—were all pointed out by her, one by one, without a single omission or error.

Great Elder Jian Sanyuan felt a chill run down his spine, his pupils constricting slightly.

Lady Hua knew these people like the back of her hand, as if she had been waiting for this day, waiting for them to come knocking.

After Lady Hua finished naming everyone, she paused and scanned the crowd.

"What about the Murong Family from Shanhe Prefecture? And the people from the Xiao Family?"

She looked at Great Elder Jian Sanyuan and asked.

As soon as these words were spoken.

The Human Race Golden Core Cultivators looked at each other.

No one from the Murong Family had come, and the people from the Xiao Family should have been among them. However, after the incident at Taiyue Mountain, Supreme Elder Xiao Wancheng had uncharacteristically abandoned all pretense of the Xiao Family's honor and directly withdrew everyone from the Xiao Family.

A few breaths later.

No one answered Lady Hua's question.

Great Elder Jian Sanyuan stepped forward; he felt he could no longer be led by the nose by this Yao flower. His grey robes fluttered, and his hand rested on his sword hilt.

"Stop spouting nonsense. I ask you, what is the meaning of this, you Yao flower?"

"The rules of Taiyue Mountain have been passed down for thousands of years. Are you refusing to obey the orders of this mountain this time?"

Lady Hua did not look at him.

Her gaze remained on Xiao Wanshan as she asked again: "I am asking, why are the people from the Murong Family and the Xiao Family not here?"

"Abominable."

Great Elder Jian Sanyuan's expression grew even uglier, and Sword Qi surged from his body in all directions.

"You Yao flower!"

"Are you members of the Yao Race seeking death?!"

"You should know what the mission and ultimate fate of your Taiyue Mountain Yao Race is, right?"

"You are nothing but trial fodder raised in the mountains by our Human Race immortal Sects!"

"For hundreds of years, our Human Race Cultivators have entered the mountains to train, killing you Yao Race members, taking your demon cores, and stripping your pelts to enhance the foundation of our Human Race Sects. This is an ironclad Law! It is the rule!"

"It is the Law that your Taiyue Mountain Yao Race must obey for generations!"

"Without the charity of our Human Race immortal Sects, you Yao Race of Taiyue Mountain would not even deserve to exist. Every Spirit Medicine and every Yao Beast in this mountain is a resource left behind by our Ancestral Masters for future Disciples!"

"You Yao Race are merely ants parasitic within these mountains, picking up the leftovers of our Ancestral Masters and barely surviving for so many years."

"And now, you dare to resist? You dare to slaughter our Human Race Disciples? You dare to disobey the ironclad Law?"

"Boom~"

As Great Elder Jian Sanyuan said this, he took a deep breath, and the white light on the tip of his sword exploded, transforming into a pillar of Sword Qi a zhang long, pointing directly at Lady Hua's face.

"You beasts, you need to understand your place!"

"You are not the masters of Taiyue Mountain; you are prey raised in the mountains by the Human Race immortal Sects, tools for the junior Disciples to practice with!"

"You are walking Heaven And Earth Treasure! Your lives do not belong to you; they belong to the immortal Sects! Your demon cores, pelts, bones, and flesh all belong to the immortal Sects!"

"I am telling you now: if you kneel and accept death obediently today, I can grant you a quick end and even allow your offspring to survive."

"If you are stubborn and resist, once all our Human Race Golden Core Cultivators enter the mountain, every single one of you Yao Race members on the outskirts of Taiyue Mountain will die!"

"By then, not even your bone fragments will be left!"

The Sword Qi hummed in the air, and the rubble on the ground vibrated slightly from its power.

The moment Great Elder Jian Sanyuan finished speaking, the Yao Race side erupted.

"Human scum, have you said enough?!"

Great Demon Xiong Kuo's voice sounded like muffled thunder, exploding in the valley.

"Roar!"

"Awoo~~"

"Caw caw caw!!"

"Hiss!!"

The assembled Yao roared in anger!

"Hmph!"

At this.

Lady Hua let out a long breath, her pale green pupils reflecting Great Elder Jian Sanyuan's cold, rigid face.

"What a pity; if you had cherished the opportunity to speak just now, you might have been able to leave some final words."

"Since that is the case, we shall settle your accounts first."

"Boom~"

In an instant.

The Demon Power around Lady Hua exploded.

All the Demon Power she had accumulated for who knows how many years erupted.

Pale green Spiritual Qi surged from her body, spreading in all directions like a tide. Wherever it passed, the rubble on the ground was shaken into the air, the mist was torn into shreds, and the temperature in the air plummeted by several degrees.

Her long hair was blown up by the air currents, her wooden hairpin fell off, and her dark hair danced in the air. Her pale green dress rustled loudly, and the red rope on her ankle pulled taut.

"Three Thousand Flower Realms, Descend!"

"Boom!"

A ripple spread out from beneath her feet, expanding in all directions.

Wherever the ripple passed, fine cracks split the ground, and countless tender green sprouts burst forth from the fissures, growing, rising, and blooming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The scent of flowers filled the air, so intense it almost solidified into substance.

At this moment.

The expressions of the fourteen Human Race Golden Core Cultivators changed simultaneously.

Great Elder Jian Sanyuan's pupils contracted violently, and the circulation of his Spiritual Qi stalled.

Sect Leader Xuanqingzi's xuantian mirror dimmed slightly.

Great Elder Chen Qingyun's jade flute stopped vibrating; his fingers pressed against the flute holes, unable to push down.

"This... this aura!"

Sect Leader Xuanqingzi's voice trembled slightly, and he could not turn the xuantian mirror in his hands.

"Third Rank Peak... no, Half-Step Nascent Soul!"

Great Elder Chen Qingyun's face turned deathly pale.

Great Elder Jian Sanyuan's face turned livid. He gritted his teeth, attempting to urge his Sword Qi to break through the suppression, but the speed at which his Spiritual Qi flowed through his Meridians grew slower and slower, like a frozen river.