Published: February 24, 2025
“Indeed, brother-in-law, what happened?” Xue Ziyan asked as she stepped on her Flying Sword, her beauty captivating.
Tan Yun replied solemnly, “At the entrance to the Abyss of the Buried Gods, our sect's Ancient Soul Lineage disciples were ambushed by disciples from the Eternal Immortal Sect and the Divine Soul Celestial Palace. Currently, 78 have died, and only Xiao Qingxuan, Shangguan Bingbing, Jun Bu Ping, and Baili Longtian are injured and still fighting desperately!”
“What!” Mu Mengyi's heart sank, her expression grave, “Xiao Qingxuan and the others are all top four experts of the Ancient Soul Lineage; are they not a match for the disciples of the Eternal Immortal Sect and the Divine Soul Celestial Palace?”
“Indeed.” Tan Yun, while controlling a spiritual sense comparable to the third layer of the refining soul realm, cautiously enveloped the entrance to the Abyss of the Buried Gods and accurately reported, “There are two male disciples from the Divine Soul Celestial Palace and one from the Eternal Immortal Sect who are very strong. Currently, the three have the upper hand against Xiao Qingxuan and the others.”
“At this rate, in half an hour at most, Xiao Qingxuan and the others will be in grave danger.”
Upon hearing this, Mu Mengyi hesitated and said, “Tan Yun, should we rescue them?”
Before Tan Yun could respond, Xue Ziyan interjected, “Rescue? Our sect is in a nine meridians contest; people's hearts are not united.”
“Ziyan!” Mu Mengyi shot Xue Ziyan a glare, “During the grand competition of the nine meridians, before my duel with Xiao Qingxuan began, she had already shown goodwill. The contest is one thing, but we cannot just stand by and watch them die, can we?”
“Oh, in that case, it wouldn’t hurt to save them,” Xue Ziyan giggled, “I’ll listen to my brother-in-law; if he says to save, then we save.”
Tan Yun pondered for a moment and said, “The nine meridians contest will eventually come to an end. As Mengyi said, the disciples of the Ancient Soul Lineage, like Xiao Qingxuan, have shown no intent to kill me before; they are in trouble, and we cannot turn a blind eye.”
After speaking, to prevent the enemy from knowing too soon that he had the golden dragon spirit lion as his trump card, Tan Yun did not ride the bulky creature to the Abyss of the Buried Gods. Instead, he soared on a Flying Sword towards the rescue.
On the way to help, Xue Ziyan asked, “Brother-in-law, if disciples from the Five Soul Lineage were attacked, would you come to their rescue?”
“No!” Tan Yun replied decisively, “During the grand competition of the nine meridians, all disciples from the Five Soul Lineage wanted me dead. Now, during this trial, I will not help any disciples from the Holy Spirit Lineage, Beast Spirit Lineage, or Five Soul Lineage!”
“Their lives or deaths have nothing to do with me. The fact that I haven't actively killed them is already due to their ancestors' virtue. Do they even think I will help? No way!”
“Oh…” Xue Ziyan said softly, “Then what if I plead with you to save them?”
“I still won't save them.” Tan Yun said, and seeing that Xue Ziyan wanted to say something else, his expression hardened, “I firmly refuse to help. On the contrary, they deserve to die! Furthermore, if you regard me as your brother-in-law, don’t ask such questions anymore.”
“Back during the nine meridians grand competition, I was defending the arena, and your master, the five soul daoist, ordered the disciples of the Five Soul Lineage to challenge and kill me.”
“Ziyan, there are some things I must make clear to you in advance. I will personally slay the five soul daoist, holy spirit path practitioner, and the Beast Spirit Lineage elder Murong Hong, who was demoted by the sovereign.”
“Oh…” Xue Ziyan took a deep breath and said, “Mm, I understand.”
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At the same time.
At the entrance to the Abyss of the Buried Gods, amidst a forest of broken trees, the clash of blades and swords soared into the sky!