351: Chapter 351 A Storm is Brewing: Can Xu Ruyu Withstand It?

"Sect Master, the Taihu Clan is powerful. If we attack rashly, I fear..."

Situ E waved his hand, cutting the person off.

He stood up, walked slowly down from his throne, and paced the great hall.

"The Taihu Clan... a race with an ancient Legacy, they are indeed not to be trifled with." He murmured, "However, that Xu Ruyu, I am determined to have him.

And that Xiao Nianyin... tsk tsk, the beauty of the Holy Realm back then, now that her cultivation is completely lost, just thinking about it is exciting."

"Sect Master, so what do you mean..."

Situ E stopped, a meaningful smile appearing on his face: "No rush. I will wait a bit longer."

"Wait? Wait for what?"

Situ E turned around, looked at the crowd below, and said slowly: "Tell me, in this world, who hates the Hehuan Sect, hates Xu Ruyu, and hates Xiao Nianyin the most, besides me?"

The crowd was stunned, then someone said: "Naturally, it is Elder Zhao Qianyi of the Tianshu Sword Sect.

Back then, he pursued Xiao Nianyin to no avail and was ridiculed instead, causing him to hate the Hehuan Sect to the bone ever since.

During the last siege of the Hehuan Sect, he contributed the most, and I heard he was even injured."

Situ E laughed, his smile full of malice: "Yes, that is him. Last time, he struck me with a sword during the chaotic battle. I have been remembering this grudge."

He walked back to his throne, sat down again, crossed his legs, and said slowly: "Now, there is a good opportunity to let him be a pathfinder for me.

The situation at Tianyin Mountain is unclear, and the strength of the Taihu Clan is unknown; there is no need for us to rush in first.

Let that old thing, Zhao Qianyi, go test the waters first. If they can start a fight, that would be even better."

"Sect Master is wise! Let him and the Taihu Clan suffer mutual losses, and we shall reap the rewards!"

Situ E nodded and said to someone below: "Go, 'accidentally' leak the news to the people of the Tianshu Sword Sect.

Make it subtle, don't let them see that it came from us."

The person bowed and said: "Understood!"

...

Tianshu Sword Sect, at the Peak of Sword Peak.

Zhao Qianyi sat cross-legged on a huge bluestone, facing the sea of clouds, eyes closed, practicing his breathing.

He looked to be in his forties, his face cold and stern, with a hint of vague malice between his brows.

He wore a cyan sword robe, and Sword Qi faintly circulated around his body, exuding a powerful pressure.

As an Elder of the Tianshu Sword Sect, with a Peak Nascent Soul cultivation, he was a significant figure in the Cultivation World.

But at this moment, his heart could not calm down.

Because of the Hehuan Sect.

Because of Xiao Nianyin.

That woman... back then he was infatuated with her, even willing to put aside the pride of a Sword Cultivator and humble himself to pursue her.

But she looked at him with disdain and eventually humiliated him in public, saying that his "Sword Heart is impure, you are not worthy of being a Sword Cultivator."

This sentence was like a thorn, piercing deeply into his heart, and it had been stuck there for decades.

His love for her had long ago twisted into bone-deep hatred.

He wanted her dead.

During the last siege of the Hehuan Sect, he thought it was a sure success, but he did not expect that Xu Ruyu would suddenly appear and use some strange and bizarre methods to forcibly disrupt the situation, causing them to fail at the last moment.

What was even more hateful was that during the chaotic battle, he was struck by Ancestor Jile, Situ E, and nearly damaged his Origin.

This grudge and hatred were irreconcilable!

"Elder!" A figure flew over on a sword, landed in front of him, and bowed: "This Disciple has an urgent matter to report."

Zhao Qianyi opened his eyes and said coldly: "Speak."

The Disciple stepped closer and lowered his voice: "This Disciple obtained information — the remnants of the Hehuan Sect are hiding in the Taihu Clan's Tianyin Mountain."

Zhao Qianyi's pupils shrank violently!

"Is the information reliable?"

"The source is unknown, but this Disciple has inquired from many sides and confirmed it is true.

The Taihu Clan has indeed taken in a group of outsiders recently, and it is said that the leaders are that Xu Ruyu and Xiao Nianyin."

Zhao Qianyi stood up abruptly, killing intent surging in his eyes!

"Tianyin Mountain... Taihu Clan..." He murmured, his expression uncertain.

The Disciple said cautiously: "Elder, what should we do?"

Zhao Qianyi was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

The smile was cold enough to make one's heart run cold.

"What to do? Naturally... go demand the people."

He turned around, looked into the depths of the sea of clouds, and said word by word: "Although the Taihu Clan is strong, they may not dare to make enemies with both the Righteous and Evil Paths.

I will go and contact the Meiying Sect, the Jile Sect, and other forces that have grudges with the Hehuan Sect. We will all go together and see how long the Taihu Clan can protect them!"

"Elder is wise!"

Zhao Qianyi waved his hand, and the Disciple retreated.

He stood alone on the bluestone, looking at the sea of clouds, his eyes full of resentment and anticipation.

"Xiao Nianyin... Xu Ruyu... This time, let's see where you can escape to!"

...

The news was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples.

Inside the Meiying Sect, Liu Rurao received the news, and a cold, sinister smile appeared on her charming face.

"Hehuan Sect... Xiao Nianyin... Hehe, very good. Last time I let you run away, this time, let's see if you can escape!"

She immediately gave the order to mobilize the elite of the Sect, ready to set off at any time.

Inside the Jile Sect, after receiving the news, Situ E just smiled slightly and remained still.

He was waiting, waiting for Zhao Qianyi to make the first move.

Inside the Tianshu Sword Sect, Zhao Qianyi began to contact others everywhere, gathering those forces that had grudges against the Hehuan Sect.

A storm was brewing in the dark.

And at the center of the storm, in Qixia Valley of Tianyin Mountain, Xu Ruyu knew nothing about this.

He was immersed in a new round of Artifact Refining research, with Yue Ling and the Taihao Clan by his side.

One gently handed over spirit tea, while the other stared longingly at the carving knife in his hand, muttering, "Can you explain this Array Pattern to me again?"

In the distance, in Mo Feng's courtyard, Mo Feng stood in front of the window, looking in the direction of Qixia Valley, a cold, sinister smile curling the corners of his mouth.

"Xu Ruyu... enjoy your final peace. Soon, there will be a good show to watch."

Outside the window, dark clouds began to gather, obscuring the moonlight.

A storm was imminent.