229: Chapter 229 A Pillow for a Sleepyhead, the Bad Cop Makes His Appearance

For a moment, in the center of the Council Hall, several powerful auras collided and intertwined!

Firelight, cold air, pill qi, formation patterns... spiritual energy fluctuations of various attributes erupted chaotically, throwing the solemn hall into disarray!

Several of the most fiercely arguing Elders actually disregarded the occasion and were about to come to blows in the highest center of power of the Hehuan Sect!

Those Elders who were still arguing but had slightly weaker cultivation or were more timid retreated repeatedly, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.

Meanwhile, more Elders who remained neutral or watched coldly had ashen faces, their eyes burning with fury!

Fighting in the Council Hall? This was simply trampling the rules and face of the Hehuan Sect, built over thousands of years, under their feet!

Grand Elder Venerable Kumu, whose eyelids had been drooping, finally raised them slowly.

A sharp, piercing light flashed in those seemingly cloudy old eyes, and the prayer beads in his hand stopped turning.

But he still didn't move. He just looked deeply at Xu Ruyu, who was still "sitting blankly" above, then at Lady Qingli standing behind him, whose aura had already locked onto several people in the field. Ultimately, he chose to remain silent.

Fifth Elder Hua Xunhuan sighed softly, her jade hand already gripping the flute at her waist, but she also didn't step forward to stop them.

She knew that this farce could no longer be quelled by ordinary means.

Perhaps only by letting the abscess burst completely could the new tissue be seen.

Inside the Hehuan Council Hall, the clamor and disputes churned like boiling water.

Wang Tiexin, Li Wancai, Huo Lianzi, Leng Mian, Dan Xiazi, Zhen Xuanzi... a group of Elders had completely torn off their masks for the vacant Sect Master's throne, progressing from mutual attacks and exposing each other's flaws to their auras erupting and phantoms of Magic Treasures appearing, looking as if they were about to stage a full-blown brawl in this solemn Council Hall!

Spiritual energy surged as lights and pressures of different attributes collided and intertwined, throwing the solemn hall into chaos.

Firelight, cold air, pill qi, and formation patterns flickered, reflecting the twisted faces of the Elders who were blinded by the desire for power.

The neutral or cold-eyed Elders had ashen faces, their eyes full of disappointment and anger, yet no one seemed able, or willing, to stand up at this moment to stop this utterly absurd scene.

Sitting at the head, Xu Ruyu still maintained that "powerless" and "at a loss" posture, as if he were stunned by the chaos before him. However, his index finger tapped the back of his hand every now and then as they were folded in front of his abdomen, revealing a certain rhythm within.

Lady Qingli stood quietly behind him, her aura contained but not revealed, yet her eyes had already locked onto the few people jumping the most excitedly in the field.

Just at the critical moment when the flames of Huo Lianzi's Fen Tian Hammer phantom flared up and Elder Leng Mian's Deep Blue Water-Dividing Thorn brought a grim cold current, and the two's auras were about to collide—

"Stop!!"

An old, hoarse voice, yet one that contained majestic fury and unquestionable authority like muffled thunder, suddenly exploded from the side-rear of the hall!

This voice did not come from the high platform, but from where the Grand Elders, whose auras were faint due to the backlash of Summoning the Ancestor, were located!

Beside Granny Jingxu, who was slumped in a soft chair and seemed to struggle even to open her eyes, another old woman who had been closing her eyes to regulate her breathing and hadn't received much attention suddenly snapped her eyes open!

This old woman was even thinner and more withered than Granny Jingxu. She wore a faded gray cloth robe, her sparse hair was roughly tied up with a wooden hairpin, and the wrinkles on her face were as deep as if carved by a knife. However, her eyes were not cloudy due to old age; instead, they were sharp and bright, and at this moment, they were spraying out raging fire!

She leaned on a seemingly ordinary Ebony Cane, which she now slammed heavily onto the pitch-black Spirit Stone on the floor!

"Thump!!!"

A muffled sound, not particularly earth-shattering, yet it strangely suppressed all the chaotic spiritual energy fluctuations and noisy voices in the field, clearly reaching everyone's ears as if striking their hearts.

Everyone's movements couldn't help but stiffen as they turned their heads in astonishment.

"Granny... Granny Liu?"

An Elder with more seniority recognized the old woman and blurted out in a low cry.

Hall of Power Transmission, Granny Liu!

An extremely special existence within the Hehuan Sect.

She was not known for her combat power, and she rarely participated in the specific management of the Sect's affairs. Her duty was to guard the Hall of Power Transmission and protect the core classics and Legacy of the Sect. Her seniority was extremely high; it was said that she was a fellow Junior Sister of the previous Sect Master, Ice Soul Fairy Ling Suxin, and also the Martial Aunt of the current Sect Master, Xiao Nianyin.

She had a rigid and upright character and lived in seclusion, but she valued the Sect's rules and the ancestral legal system more than her own life. She was highly respected in the Sect, and many Elders had listened to her teachings before.

No one expected that this Old Ancestor, who almost never spoke on ordinary days and also appeared listless today due to the backlash of Summoning the Ancestor, would suddenly erupt at this moment!

Supported by a female Disciple behind her, Granny Liu stood up tremblingly.

Her figure was hunched, but at this moment, she straightened her spine. The majesty accumulated from years and duties was actually not inferior to any Nascent Soul Elder in the field.

The Ebony Cane in her hand slammed down heavily once more. Her withered fingers pointed at those Elders in the field who were at each other's throats and showing such unsightly behavior. Because of extreme anger and disappointment, her voice was trembling:

"You... you bastards!!!"

"Look at yourselves! What kind of decorum is this?!

What kind of place is this? This is the Hehuan Council Hall!

It is a solemn place for discussing the major matters of the Sect's survival!

It is not a marketplace or a pleasure house for you to throw tantrums and scramble for power!"