83: Goodbye, fellow disciples

Her own Disciple was calling someone else Revered Master.

This was undoubtedly a slap in the face to her, the Sect Master. How dare Su Mengyao, that little bitch?

"Su Mengyao! You are truly presumptuous! How dare you privately take someone else as your Revered Master? Have you forgotten who your lineage belongs to?"

"Reporting to the Sect Master, perhaps you have forgotten, this Disciple has no lineage."

That single sentence completely choked Nangong Li.

After recovering, Nangong Li immediately showed a furious expression: "Fine, now you've learned to talk back! It truly is different after colluding with an Evil Cultivator!"

Su Mengyao: "I reiterate, Revered Master is not an Evil Cultivator. His comprehension of the Dao of the Sword is the best this Disciple has ever witnessed in her life. This Disciple willingly took him as Revered Master!"

This statement completely ignited Nangong Li's murderous intent: "The best in Dao of the Sword comprehension? Are you saying the Revered Master you took is stronger than me?"

Su Mengyao answered truthfully: "This Disciple was fortunate enough to witness the Sect Master's Innate Sword Intent, but compared to Revered Master's sword, the Sect Master's Sword Intent seems slightly weaker."

Nangong Li's face instantly darkened, and the expressions of the surrounding Disciples also changed.

Some Disciples felt their hearts leap into their throats.

"What is wrong with Su Mengyao today? She doesn't even show respect to the Sect Master?"

"The way she spoke, are you sure she wasn't slapping the Sect Master's face?"

"It's over. Su Mengyao was probably misled by the Evil Cultivator; her mind is confused."

For a time, the Disciples in the hall began to whisper about Su Mengyao's words.

Lu Qingyi sneered inwardly. Based on her understanding of Nangong Li, whether Su Mengyao colluded with an Evil Cultivator was no longer important after that statement.

In comparison, this woman cared more about her own prestige.

Now that Su Mengyao had unceremoniously belittled her Innate Sword Intent, Su Mengyao would likely face severe torment next.

Perhaps even losing her life.

"Su Mengyao!"

Moments later, Nangong Li's emotions broke down, just as Lu Qingyi had predicted.

"You colluded with an Evil Cultivator and dare to speak arrogantly! If I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't understand how strict the Chess Sword Pavilion's Sect Rules truly are!"

After speaking, Nangong Li clenched her sword fingers, and a pure, invisible Sword Qi shot out toward Su Mengyao.

This move was fast and vicious. Not only Su Mengyao, but even the Elders and Lord Youyang present did not expect Nangong Li to unleash this Sword Qi so quickly.

Su Mengyao keenly sensed an extremely domineering Sword Qi approaching her vital points.

She instinctively wanted to get up and dodge, but with her cultivation suppressed, even moving became a luxury.

The difference between the Primordial Chaos Realm and the Su Yuan Realm is like the difference between an ant and a giant elephant. Even if your talent is so prodigious that heaven and earth marvel, there are no cases of killing an opponent across so many levels.

Just as Su Mengyao was about to be torn to shreds by the invisible Sword Qi, a familiar, arrogant voice echoed through the great hall.

"Nangong Li! You finally showed yourself!"

As the voice fell, a Black-and-White Taiji Stream of Light rapidly rushed behind Su Mengyao.

Boom—

In an instant, the great hall vibrated violently.

The invisible Sword Qi instantly dissipated into nothingness the moment it intersected with the stream of light.

The sudden sight immediately shocked everyone present.

When Nangong Li clearly saw the figure standing seven feet behind Su Mengyao, her pupils were filled with shock.

"It's you? Shen Lian!"

"Nangong Li!"

Shen Lian gave a deep shout, his rage transforming into a monstrous sound wave that continuously shook the great hall.

"Sword Array!"

Lord Youyang was the first to react, immediately organizing the Disciples to prepare for defense.

The next moment, thousands of Spirit Swords were uniformly aimed at Su Mengyao and Shen Lian.

However, Shen Lian didn't even glance at these ants, paying no attention to the potential threat. His cold gaze was fixed on Nangong Li without wavering.

After a moment, Nangong Li sharply questioned: "What are you here for!"

"To take back what is mine!" Shen Lian raised his hand and pointed. "Nangong Li, hand over the crouching dragon marrow, and I might consider giving you a quick death!"

"A joke!"

Even though she knew Shen Lian was no longer the simp he once was, seeing his arrogant attitude toward her still made Nangong Li uncontrollably furious.

What right did this simp have to be so arrogant? Why did he dare to speak to her in such a tone?

"Shen Lian, I was planning to look for you anyway. I didn't expect you to deliver yourself right to my door. I ask you, did you truly carry out the matter concerning the Heavenly Feather Sect?"

"Hahahaha!"

Hearing this, Shen Lian couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Since you already know everything, why waste your breath? If you miss them, you can always commit suicide and reunite with them!"

"So, all of this is true?" Nangong Li ground her teeth, her eyes turning red as she looked at Shen Lian. "Old Ancestor Tianyu and all the fellow Disciples—you killed them?"

"It was merely killing a bunch of ants. Is it worth such surprise from a bitch like you?" Shen Lian slowly unfolded his Folding Fan. "Everything the Heavenly Feather Sect possessed was given by me,

Now I am merely taking back everything you once possessed and sweeping this group of trash into the dust of history.

Why bother putting on such a hypocritical expression? It's so sickening it makes me feel suffocated!"

Nangong Li, having received the definitive answer, felt her mind violently shake.

Was the person before her, whose demeanor was completely different from a few months ago, truly the Shen Lian she had stepped on and treated like a dog in the mud?

Shen Lian's expression hardened: "Today, I only came for the crouching dragon marrow. Nangong Li, as long as you hand it over,

I will give you a fair and decent way to die. If you refuse, don't blame me for doing things even I cannot predict.

If you anger Shen Lian, you will die a miserable death."

Nangong Li trembled with rage. Back then, it was precisely by relying on the crouching dragon marrow that Shen Lian retrieved from the Burial Dragon Valley that she resisted the Sword Heart backlash and successfully cultivated the Innate Sword Intent.

This item held extraordinary meaning for her; how could she possibly return it?

Moreover, giving it back to the simp she despised the most in her life?

"Sect Master, you know each other?"

Lord Youyang had been observing the interaction between Nangong Li and Shen Lian since the beginning, and he could essentially confirm that the two must have known each other for a long time.

Nangong Li replied through gritted teeth: "He is the despicable, filthy, shameless villain I told you about, the one who framed his fellow Disciples. Now, he has even committed acts of deceiving his Revered Master and destroying his Ancestors, actions that anger both gods and men."

Lord Youyang realized this was the contemptible Shen Lian, and his face immediately sank: "A person who doesn't even spare his own fellow Disciples—how is he different from a beast? Anyone who follows the Righteous Path should execute him!"

"Hahahaha."

Lord Youyang's words drew Shen Lian's maniacal laughter.

"Execute me, Shen Lian? Where does a trash like you get the courage to say that! Do you think your shallow ability at the Hunyuan Realm third level gives you the illusion that you can shake the heavens?"

Lord Youyang was enraged by these words. He was, after all, a Cultivator at the Hunyuan Realm third level, and he immediately prepared to strike.

But Shen Lian raised a hand to stop him: "Before you make a move against me, you'd best weigh the consequences. Have you considered how many ants you want to drag down to the grave with you?"

Hearing this, Lord Youyang couldn't help but frown.

Psychological Warfare was also an ability Shen Lian possessed to turn the tide in desperate situations. He could accurately see what each person cared about most, using that as a starting point to shake their resolve.

Although Lord Youyang was not afraid of Shen Lian, seeing Shen Lian's audacious posture, if they were to fight, how many Disciples in the hall would be innocently implicated?

Lord Youyang was different from Nangong Li; he had grown up in the Chess Sword Pavilion and cared more about the Sect's overall situation.

Nangong Li roared: "Enough, Shen Lian! Since you delivered yourself to my door today, you must account for the tens of thousands of lives lost at the Heavenly Feather Sect."

"The trash Sect Master of the Chess Sword Pavilion wants an explanation for the destruction of the Heavenly Feather Sect? Do you, bitch, think you are humorous!"

The next moment, Shen Lian threw over a Memory Stone.

"Oh right, this is Ye Fan, your most beloved Junior Brother. Take a look at the current situation of this maggot; it should satisfy you."

When the image on the Memory Stone appeared, Nangong Li and all the Disciples in the hall collectively gasped.

In the image, Ye Fan, with all four limbs broken, was filthy and disheveled, covered head-to-toe in pig manure. He was tossed into a pigpen, being nudged, bitten, and played with by a group of fat pigs. He bore no resemblance to a Son of Destiny.

"Shen Lian!"

Nangong Li could no longer tolerate it. She let out an enraged roar, her fury transforming into a wave of Qi that burst violently from her body.

"I want you to die without a burial place!"

"Hahahaha—"

Hearing this, Shen Lian immediately burst out laughing.

"Are you angry? Are you desperate? This is just a small appetizer. Just now, Nangong Li,

I have already devised the perfect way for you to die. Your death will be utterly desolate!"