Chapter 96 Master's Furious

The sun was high in the sky.

A few mischievous rays of sunlight filtered through the intricate, exquisite window lattices of the Cold Moon Palace, spilling onto the somewhat disheveled cloud bed.

The air was filled with an indescribable, amorous aura; it was the scent of intertwined photinia flowers and Cold Moon orchids, cloyingly sweet to the point of being suffocating.

Leng Yueli curled up lazily under the brocade quilt.

That stunningly beautiful Face, usually cold, arrogant, and distant, was now suffused with a breathtaking allure.

The corners of her eyes and brows were filled with spring passion.

Her originally snow-white, crystalline skin was covered in scattered red plum blossoms, the evidence of last night's madness.

"Rebellious Disciple..."

A soft, husky moan escaped her red lips.

Leng Yueli struggled to open her eyes, feeling as if every bone in her body had fallen apart; she didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

Is this even cultivation?

This is even more exhausting than Undergoing Tribulation!

She glared bashfully and angrily at Su Ye, who was sitting by the bed, looking refreshed as he put on his clothes.

Is this guy made of iron?

He was the one doing all the work, so why was she, a powerhouse at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, the one exhausted and collapsed?

Ancient Desolate Sacred Body... is it really this unreasonable?

"Revered Master is awake?"

Su Ye tied the jade belt around his waist, turned back, and flashed a grin with a set of neat, white teeth; his smile was so bright it was almost punchable.

"I saw Revered Master sleeping soundly and intended to let you rest a while longer."

"Get lost..."

Leng Yueli grabbed a soft pillow and threw it at him with little strength.

"You've taken advantage of me and you're still acting smug!"

"If your Junior Sisters saw me in this state, how could I still have any Face left?"

As she spoke, she circulated the spiritual power within her body.

Hum—

A layer of faint moonlight flowed over her entire body, dispelling the fatigue and soreness.

She was, after all, a powerhouse at the Half-step Saint Realm; her recovery was astonishing.

In just a moment, that feeling of weakness faded away.

But the palpitating sensation and dependence in her heart could not be shaken off.

Su Ye caught the pillow, his figure flickered, and he instantly loomed over her.

He placed his hands on either side of Leng Yueli, looking down at her from above, his nose almost touching hers.

"So what if the Junior Sisters see?"

"Revered Master is unmarried, and this Disciple is not yet wed."

"We are a talented man and a beautiful woman, a match made in heaven."

"Besides..."

Su Ye leaned into her ear, his warm breath spraying onto her sensitive earlobe, and smirked:

"That's not what you said when you were begging for mercy last night, Revered Master."

Boom!

Leng Yueli's Face turned beet red instantly, like a ripe apple; she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Last night...

Last night, she had been pushed to her limits by this Rebellious Disciple!

Things like "good brother," "husband"...

Heavens!

How could she have called out those shameful terms?

"Shut up! Do not mention it again!"

Leng Yueli was embarrassed and furious; she reached out to cover Su Ye's mouth, her beautiful eyes wide, but it lacked any intimidation, making her look more like a bristling kitten.

"From now on, when we are outside, you must save Face for me!"

"If you dare show even a hint of a slip-up, I will... I will expel you from the Sect!"

Su Ye blinked and gently licked her palm with the tip of his tongue.

Leng Yueli retracted her hand as if electrocuted, a wave of numbness washing over her.

"Fine, fine, fine, I'll listen to Revered Master."

"Outside, you are the high and mighty Peak Master of Purple Bamboo Peak, and I am the obedient and sensible head Disciple."

"But when we are alone..."

Su Ye gave her a meaningful look and didn't continue, but the implication was obvious.

Just as the two were flirting.

Dong—!!!

Dong—!!!

Dong—!!!

A low, heavy bell toll, seemingly from the ancient past, suddenly exploded over the Primordial Origin Holy Land.

The bell toll was urgent, carrying an aura of killing intent, instantly spreading across the 108 peaks.

One toll, two tolls...

Nine tolls in total!

Nine consecutive bell tolls!

This is the highest level of alarm in the Primordial Origin Holy Land!

It is only rung when the Sect Faces life-or-death survival or when a world-shaking event occurs.

The amorous atmosphere inside the Cold Moon Palace instantly vanished.

The blush on Leng Yueli's Face faded, replaced by gravity and ice.

The dignity belonging to the Peak Master of Purple Bamboo Peak returned instantly.

"Nine bells shaking the heavens..."

"Something has happened."

She quickly rose and waved her jade hand.

A moon-white palace gown she had prepared beforehand was instantly donned.

Her long dark hair was automatically tied up, adorned with a cold jade Phoenix hairpin.

That cold, ethereal, and unattainable Leng Yueli had returned.

Only the charm occasionally revealed between her brows and eyes held a few more captivating nuances than before.

"Yeer, follow Revered Master to Taichu Hall."

"It seems that the good deed you did last night has blown up."

Leng Yueli looked deeply at Su Ye.

Although Su Ye didn't tell her the details, with such a commotion last night, plus the nine alarm bells this morning.

Even a fool would know it must be related to that "rat".

"Alright."

Su Ye straightened his clothes, a playful arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Wuji is dead.

It is time for the sky of this Primordial Origin Holy Land to change.

...

Taichu Main Peak, Taichu Hall.

In front of the towering main hall was a white jade plaza capable of holding 100,000 people.

At this moment.

Countless streams of light flew in from various peaks, dense and numerous, like a swarm of locusts.

Elders, Deacons, True Disciples, Inner Sect Disciples...

Everyone looked panicked, whispering to one another.

"What happened? Why were the nine alarm bells rung?"

"I don't know! Could it be that the Demonic Sect has attacked?"

"I heard there were terrifying spiritual fluctuations over Tianshu Peak last night, and even the Mountain Protecting Grand Array trembled!"

"Heavens, could someone have broken through the Mountain Protecting Grand Array?"

The crowd was restless and uneasy.

And on the nine-level steps in front of the main hall.

Dozens of chairs were lined up.

Seated upon them were the Peak Revered Masters of the various peaks of the Holy Land as well as the Grand Elders.

Every one of them had an unfathomable aura, but at this moment, their Faces were as dark as water.

On the main seat in the center.

The Sect Leader of the Primordial Origin Holy Land, Ye Wudao, stood with his hands behind his back, wearing purple-gold Daoist robes.

His expression was so dark it could drip water.

On the desk in front of him lay a shattered soul tablet.

On that soul tablet, three words were vaguely engraved—Zhao Wuji.

"Quiet!"

Ye Wudao let out a low shout.

The sound was not loud, but it exploded in everyone's ears like a thunderclap.

The pressure of the Saint Realm swept across the entire venue, and the previously noisy plaza instantly became silent.

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the Sect Leader's majesty.

"I have summoned you all today for only one matter."

Ye Wudao's gaze was like lightning, sweeping across the audience, finally settling on the shattered soul tablet, his voice cold and piercing.

"Last night, at the Hour of the Ox."

"The Chief Elder of the Formation Hall, Zhao Wuji, has fallen!"

Whoosh—

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire venue was in an uproar.

Everyone widened their eyes, looking at the shattered soul tablet in disbelief.

Zhao Wuji?

That Elder Zhao who was always smiling and in charge of the Mountain Protecting Grand Array?

He was a powerhouse at the ninth level of the Dongxu Realm!

Looking across the entire Eastern Wasteland, he was a ranked powerhouse.

How could he just die like that?

And he died within the Holy Land!

"Not only that."

Ye Wudao's voice sounded again, this time with irrepressible fury.

"According to the investigation by the Hall of Punishment, Zhao Wuji died on the altar of the Formation eye at Tianshu Peak."

"The residual aura of the 'Formation-Breaking Demonic Nail,' unique to the Demonic Sect, was discovered at the scene!"

"This villain colluded with the Demonic Sect, intending to destroy the Mountain Protecting Grand Array and lead the demonic army into our gates!"

"He deserves to die!"