46: Chapter 46 Old Six's job is really rough!

The Tiannan Mountains were shrouded in ink-black night.

Shen Yuanshan moved through the dense forest, his aura completely concealed as if he were a silent ghost passing through the woods.

He had just spent two hours battling the Heaven-Rending Tiger King, loosening up his muscles and bones. Although he had sustained some injuries, the medicinal power of the heavenly spirit pill had restored most of his strength.

"Hmm?"

Shen Yuanshan paused his steps, his figure concealing itself within the branches of an ancient tree. His gaze pierced through layers of leaves, landing in the distance.

He saw dozens of figures converging from all directions. Some were flying on swords, others were stepping through the air, and some were riding Spirit Beasts. Their destination was surprisingly consistent—they were all heading towards the depths of the Tiannan Mountains.

"So many Cultivators?" Shen Yuanshan frowned slightly, a flash of confusion crossing his eyes.

These Cultivators varied in cultivation levels, ranging from Loose Cultivators in the Soul Fire Realm to Sect Disciples in the Dharma Image Realm. There were even a few whose auras were as deep as an abyss, making it impossible for him to gauge their true depth.

What surprised him most was that there were quite a few powerful experts in the Void Piercing Realm among the crowd, and there were even faint traces of Primal Chaos Realm auras mixed in.

"Since when did the Tiannan Mountains become so lively?"

Shen Yuanshan muttered to himself, his figure quietly following behind.

He wanted to see what these people were after, not sleeping in the middle of the night and diving into the deep mountains and old forests.

As he followed, Shen Yuanshan's frown deepened.

The direction these people were heading was the very core area of the Tiannan Mountains—the Forbidden Ground that was shrouded in mist year-round and where even Yao Beasts dared not approach.

He remembered hearing the Old Ancestor of his clan say when he was young that the Forbidden Ground had existed since ancient times. A powerful expert in the Void Piercing Realm had once broken into it, only to never come out again.

"Are these people not afraid of death?"

Shen Yuanshan's confusion grew, yet his pace did not falter in the slightest.

With so many people rushing over together, something major must have happened. Since he had seen it, he naturally wanted to join in the excitement.

Just as he prepared to speed up and follow—

"Stop!"

A cold shout came from the side.

Shen Yuanshan paused his steps and turned his head to look.

Three figures emerged from the darkness. Leading them was Elder Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang of the Tiangang Sect, followed by two Tiangang Sect Elders in the Void Piercing Realm.

Spiritual power surged around the three of them, their auras locking firmly onto Shen Yuanshan.

Shen Yuanshan raised an eyebrow but did not speak, simply watching the three of them quietly.

Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang looked him up and down, his gaze landing on the black robe and mask, and a cold smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

"A remnant of the Blood Rain Pavilion?"

Shen Yuanshan: "???"

Blood Rain Pavilion? What Blood Rain Pavilion?

Shen Yuanshan had lived for over a hundred years and had been in the Southern Region for so long; he had never heard of any Blood Rain Pavilion.

Seeing that he did not speak, the coldness in Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang's eyes deepened: "What? You dared to kill people from my Tiangang Sect, but now you don't dare to admit it?"

Shen Yuanshan's brows furrowed deeply.

When did he kill people from the Tiangang Sect? Besides, even if he were to kill people from the Tiangang Sect, he would certainly be swift and decisive; how could he possibly leave survivors?

This was not the style of the Shen Family!

"You have the wrong person," Shen Yuanshan said in a deep voice. His voice, suppressed by spiritual power, sounded hoarse and low, completely different from his usual self.

"Wrong person?" Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang sneered, his gaze landing on the black robe and mask. "Black robe, mask, concealed aura—this attire is exactly as Qian Kun described! Is this all the courage you people from the Blood Rain Pavilion have? Daring to do it but not daring to admit it?"

Shen Yuanshan looked down at his own attire and was suddenly stunned.

Black robe, mask, aura concealed perfectly... Isn't this the standard gear he and Sixth Brother always wear when they go out to do a job?

A flash of inspiration struck his mind, and he immediately understood.

So the people from the Blood Rain Pavilion were talking about his sixth brother, Shen Yuanhe!

Shen Yuanshan cursed inwardly: That guy, Sixth Brother, his work is too sloppy, right? If you're going to make a move, you can't leave any survivors!

Now look, someone has come knocking!

"I will say it again: I am not from the Blood Rain Pavilion," Shen Yuanshan said calmly, though his expression under the mask was already somewhat unpleasant.

Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang did not give him a chance to explain. He took a step forward, and the aura of the second level of the Primal Chaos Realm burst forth!

"Whether you are from the Blood Rain Pavilion or not, we'll know once we take you down!"

Before his voice even faded, he struck out with a palm!

The palm wind whistled, and his spiritual power transformed into a golden ribbon, carrying earth-shattering power as it surged straight toward Shen Yuanshan's face!

He used ninety percent of his strength in this palm strike.

Judging from Qian Kun's description, this person was also a Primal Chaos Realm Cultivator, so he did not take it lightly.

Facing the incoming Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang, Shen Yuanshan did not even dodge.

He simply raised his fist and threw a punch in an understated manner.

"Great Desolation Demon-Suppressing Fist", First Form—Mountain Shattering!

"Boom—!!!"

When fist and palm collided, a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering roar exploded!

A storm of spiritual power swept in all directions, and trees within several dozen zhang were instantly turned into powder!

Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang's expression changed drastically. He flew backward, flipping several times in the air before smashing heavily into an ancient tree!

"Crack—"

The ancient tree snapped upon impact. Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang fell to the ground, staggering back several steps before steadying himself.

He looked down at his palm—the web between his thumb and index finger was split, blood was streaming down, and his entire arm was trembling slightly.

"You—"

Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang raised his head, staring fixedly at Shen Yuanshan, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The power of this punch far exceeded his imagination!

This black-robed person's strength was at least at the second level of the Primal Chaos Realm, perhaps even higher!

"Elder Sun!"

The two Tiangang Sect Elders' expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly rushed to Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang's side, protecting him from the left and right.

Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang waved his hand, signaling them to back off. He stared fixedly at Shen Yuanshan, his expression grave to the extreme.

This person cannot be defeated by force!

Hmph! Wait until the Old Ancestor arrives in a couple of days, then I'll settle the score with him!

Thinking of this, he decided not to make another move. "Let's go!"

He decisively took the two of them and fled.

Shen Yuanshan stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering. His eyes under the mask stared coldly in the direction where Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang had fled in a panic, his aura deep as an abyss, not moving an inch.

Not until those three figures had completely disappeared into the night, and even their auras could no longer be sensed—

did he quietly exhale a breath of turbid air.

"Phew—"

Shen Yuanshan looked down at his fist; the web between his thumb and index finger throbbed with pain, and his entire arm was trembling slightly.

He had given his all for that punch just now.

He was only at the first level of the Primal Chaos Realm, yet his opponent had the cultivation of the second level of the Primal Chaos Realm.

If he hadn't pushed the first form of the "Great Desolation Demon-Suppressing Fist", Mountain Shattering, to its limit, he would definitely not have been able to repel that person.

But even so, his internal spiritual power had been almost completely drained in that instant.

If that old thing hadn't retreated and had continued to fight him...

Shen Yuanshan's mouth twitched.

Then he would have had no choice but to run.

"Fortunately... fortunately, I managed to bluff that old thing."

Shen Yuanshan muttered to himself, a flash of relief crossing his eyes.

"Tiangang Sect... one of the Seven Great Sects of the Southern Region, with a Asking Dao Realm Old Ancestor presiding over it..."

Shen Yuanshan frowned slightly.

People from the Tiangang Sect were a big problem. If not handled well, and it implicated the Shen Family, that would be an even bigger problem.

"I must find Sixth Brother quickly!"