130: Are you happy?

When the news of the Ye Family's destruction spread throughout Yunhua City, the other major Families immediately began scrambling to seize the Ye Family's assets.

This introduced a completely new variable into the structure of Yunhua City, which had been stagnant for a hundred years.

Shen Lian, the instigator of this upheaval, was currently driving his netherworld chariot rapidly toward the Flower Language Sect.

When mixing in the Jianghu, it's all about credibility.

If he said he would wipe out your entire clan, he had to follow through.

Anyone who had offended Shen Lian would not be spared.

Inside the chariot, Shen Lian held a Jade Slip, his True Essence surging around him.

At this moment, he was inheriting the True Essence of the Indestructible Dao Body.

As the Dao Rhyme around him condensed into Two-Form Qi Energy, he slowly exhaled a mouthful of Turbid Air.

Within one hour, Shen Lian had completely merged the Indestructible Dao Body with his Physical Body.

Feeling the strange sensation of Dao Rhyme circulating within his body, the corner of Shen Lian's mouth curved slightly upward.

In this current state, even if he encountered someone in the Immortal Realm, he wouldn't have to worry about his Physical Body exceeding its limits.

He was very satisfied with his current condition. With a low shout, he sped up the chariot, rushing toward the Flower Language Sect... The Flower Language Sect is located on Mount Tianmiao, north of the Sacred Domain.

The Spiritual Qi here is abundant and the scenery is beautiful, making it an excellent Daoist Temple for cultivation.

Two hundred years ago, after Lu Qinghuan established the Flower Language Sect here, relying on her relationship with the Sword Saint of Shengyun Pavilion and her cultivation at the Eighth Level of the Hunyuan Realm, the Sect gradually grew into a force in the Sacred Domain that could not be ignored.

Currently, the Flower Language Sect has three thousand Disciples, all of whom are promising talents with cultivation aptitude.

Although there is still a gap compared to the Heavens Chosen Prodigy, the Flower Language Sect is much larger in scale than the Heavenly Feather Sect, though its top fighting power is inferior.

Not to mention, with the Shengyun Immortal Realm backing them, no one dared to act rashly against the Flower Language Sect.

However, this threat might be effective against others, but to a madman, it means nothing at all.

In the rear courtyard of the Flower Language Sect, several male and female Disciples exchanged moves. For a moment, swords danced and flowers flew, a truly dazzling sight.

However, their way of sparring was less about exchanging moves and more about mutually expressing affection and deep love.

"Junior Sister, watch my move."

"Senior Brother, be careful."

By the flower pavilion, a pair of male and female Disciples had eyes full of tenderness, their sword momentum shifting as they gently touched.

"Junior Sister."

"Senior Brother, you're so naughty."

As they sparred, the male Disciple suddenly pulled the female Disciple into his embrace for a long spell of intimate whispers, causing the female Disciple to coo in protest.

The other Disciples saw this scene, smiled faintly, but showed little surprise, clearly having long grown accustomed to it.

After all, they themselves behaved the same way.

The internal Sect rules of the Flower Language Sect were lax, which seemed to have a lot to do with Lu Qinghuan's life experiences.

When Lu Qinghuan was young, she grew up as a pageboy in a Brothel, witnessing firsthand the courtesans who had to compromise themselves for powerful figures just to make a living.

She also saw the sadness of those who were forced to separate from their lovers due to their background.

Later, she joined the Heavenly Feather Sect, severing all ties to her past, but the memories of her childhood were firmly imprinted in her mind.

From then on, she vowed that her destiny must be determined by herself, and her happiness must be fought for by herself.

Therefore, she came to hate Shen Lian.

Was Shen Lian not good to her?

No, quite the opposite. Shen Lian was very good to her, caring for her meticulously for years and risking danger multiple times for the sake of her cultivation.

But she just hated it, because her ability to stay in the Heavenly Feather Sect was entirely bought by agreeing to be his wife while suppressing her disgust.

Therefore, Shen Lian was the culprit preventing her from seeking happiness; she had to escape his control to Dominator her own life.

Later, after Shen Lian's cultivation was completely destroyed, Lu Qinghuan simply tore off her mask of hypocrisy, repeatedly attempting to kill Shen Lian, even though he no longer posed any threat to her status.

But Shen Lian was always a thorn in her side; only by killing him could she appease the humiliation she had felt for so many years.

She hated Shen Lian's charity, hated his pity, and even more, hated his affection; she hated everything about him.

Her hatred drove her to find ways to destroy everything Shen Lian possessed, including her Revered Master, Shen Chuyun.

After founding the Flower Language Sect, Lu Qinghuan finally found someone to rely on and found her true love.

The feeling of being surrounded by happiness allowed Lu Qinghuan to finally experience the ease of Dominator her own destiny.

Therefore, in order to allow more Disciples suffering in the Mortal World to seize their own happiness, she stopped forbidding the private formation of Dao Companions within the Sect.

This led to extremely chaotic internal relationships within the Flower Language Sect, with virtually no barrier between male and female Disciples, often resulting in overnight stays in the quarters.

However, not restricting the emotional relationships between Disciples resulted in the Sect being unable to find a second top fighting force besides Lu Qinghuan herself, needlessly wasting the talents of these excellent Disciples.

"Qingqing, when do you think we should become Dao Companions? We've Cultivated on the mountain together for three years; it's time we got together."

"Senior Brother Wang, I was thinking the same thing. Why don't we wait for Revered Master to return and personally kneel and ask her to officiate our wedding?"

"Sounds great."

In front of the flower pavilion, Zhao Qingqing and Wang Xiaowu leaned against each other, looking at the distant scenery.

Zhao Qingqing couldn't help but say, "The scenery here is truly beautiful, Senior Brother. Do you think we will be as happy and blissful as the Sect Master and Saint Ren?"

Wang Xiaowu held the beauty in his arms tighter: "Definitely. The Sect Master is the best Sect Master we've ever seen. Disciples in other Sects clearly have feelings for each other,

but they are forced to suppress their emotions, using cultivation as an excuse. Here in the Flower Language Sect, we can do whatever we please without any worries.

I doubt there's anyone else in the world as good as Sect Master Lu."

Zhao Qingqing smiled sweetly: "Of course. The Sect Master is open-minded and encourages us to seek our true love, so there will be no constraints on our Dao path later on."

"Mm."

The two pressed their lips together, drawing a round of cheers from the surrounding crowd.

"You rascal, move away! You're embarrassing me."

Zhao Qingqing was a young woman after all, and being flirted with so openly in public made her face flush red. She pushed Wang Xiaowu away, covered her face, and started to run out.

"Junior Sister, why are you embarrassed? We're about to be Dao Companions, and you're practically mine already. Why care what others think? Don't go, wait for me."

Wang Xiaowu hastily stood up to follow.

But just then, the sky suddenly went dark.

All the Disciples simultaneously looked up at the sky, only to see strange, shifting clouds in the Void Realm, with a black curtain pressing down.

Boom—

A clap of thunder roared, causing people's eardrums to ache.

Just as the Disciples wondered why the sky had suddenly changed, the black curtain surged like waves, forming a swirling Hurricane of Calamitous Clouds.

"Junior Sister!"

Wang Xiaowu hugged Zhao Qingqing tightly, looking up at the Void Realm scenery with her.

Just then, a figure slowly drifted down from within the Hurricane of Calamitous Clouds.

"Sweet words in drizzle, wasted years; gentleness is the hero's grave, only a lonely tomb accompanies the lord!"

"After today, the Flower Language Sect will be history!"

His proud figure landed, immediately triggering a deafening explosion all around.

The entire flower pavilion instantly turned into ruins.

Shen Lian raised a hand, his cold gaze sweeping over them.

"Since you love romance so much, I shall send you to the Yellow Springs to be a pair of eternally devoted spouses!"