Speaking Of The Devil!

The Immortal Sect had declined to such an extent, but Wen Ping was still so prideful!

Did he still treat himself as the young master of the former 2-stars sect? This was such a hellish place. In the future, even if someone invited Li Yuemi here, she wouldn't want to come.

When she and Shi Hua were slowly walking down, they suddenly saw many small black dots that abruptly appeared at the foot of the mountain. These black dots gathered together and were climbing the staircase. When they grew nearer, Shi Hua's expression turned solemn.

She had a complicated look on her face as she stared at the people down below. She then contemplatively glanced back, as though she was hesitating about something.

Just when she was hesitating, Li Yuemi suddenly grabbed Shi Hua's hand and pulled her into the forest. "What are you thinking about? If elder saw that we came to the Immortal Sect privately, he would surely not spare us."

"I didn't expect they would come so quickly." Shi Hua, who was hiding in the bushes, couldn't help but mumble to herself.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing much, I just feel that since Elder Yang brought people up to the Immortal Sect at such a time, something major must have happened."

"There should be a good show to watch!"

"What?"

"Just think about it, Elder Yang is a person staunchly of the Reliance Sect. The relationship between the two sects is like fire and water. Now that he came here with over ten people, if he wasn't here to look for trouble, could it be he was here to drink tea and chat?" Li Yuemi rejoiced at the Immortal Sect's misfortune and prodded Shi Hua who was beside her with her elbow. "Don't tell me you want to secretly inform Wen Ping?"

"Ah! No…"

As they spoke, Shi Hua felt like a kitten with her tail being stepped on.

"It's good if you have no such thoughts. People like him ought to receive some punishment. He keeps thinking of himself as someone infallible, does he truly believe he's very impressive?"

After that, Li Yuemi no longer spoke, and only after the sound of footsteps gradually moved further from them did she exit her hiding spot. Because she was afraid of being seen by others, she decided to hurriedly descend the Cloudmist Mountain.

Although she was very much looking forward to seeing the scene of how Elder Yang would suppress Wen Ping to the point where Wen Ping didn't even dare to speak loudly, she was afraid of being seen. Hence, she could only leave first.

Luckily, there was no difference whether she saw it or not. There was only one ending.

…

During evening time.

The red hue in the sky slowly climbed to the peak, painting the mountain slopes and water with a layer of red.

Yang Hua, an aged elder from the Reliance Sect, led a group of thirteen people and climbed the Cloudmist Mountain with crushing momentum. They then stood before the empty main hall and glanced at it. Yang Hua stood at his original location, while the people behind him began to spread out to check the surroundings.

Not long later, all of them returned. One of them held Uncle Wang as a hostage and pressed him down on the ground underneath the stone tiger statue before the main hall.

Yang Hua coldly glanced at the decrepit old man and asked, "Old man, where's the sect leader?"

'How would I know where your sect leader is?' Wang Bo shot a strange look at the other party. He was mentally musing why did this person come and question an old man like him when his sect leader was missing?

However, seeing how fierce the other party looked, Uncle Wang didn't dare to utter the words in his heart. He could only mumble to himself mentally.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort rang out.

At this moment, Yang Hua ignored the bearings that an elder of the Reliance Sect was supposed to have and acted like a ruffian. He angrily grabbed his sword hilt.

As the sound of a sword being unsheathed rang out, a white beam of light flew out from the sword sheath behind his back and landed an instant later on Uncle Wang's shoulder.

Although Uncle Wang had been in the Immortal Sect for many years, he was just a sweeper, an ordinary person. Hence, when he faced a situation where a sword was placed near his neck, he was so frightened that his legs grew soft, almost causing him to fall on the ground. The disciple from the Reliance Sect supported him, and Uncle Wang kept glancing at the sharp sword on his shoulder.

If it was just a finger's breadth closer, he would have lost his life.

However, Yang Hua was indifferent when he saw this. His expression was as cold as ever. In his heart, even if the other party was an ordinary person, as long as it was someone that had a connection with the Immortal Sect, he would show no mercy. In addition, he came here for the sake of making trouble. If he didn't exert his dominance on the people from the Immortal Sect, they wouldn't be afraid.

Although he didn't know why the Immortal Sect would suddenly receive Jiang Yueye's help, he knew that even without the Hundred Sect Alliance, the Immortal Sect was already like a bag of coins in the Reliance Sect's pocket. This was a reality that no one could change.

He then asked icily, "Speak. Where's that brat, Wen Ping? If you don't say it, I will kill you."

The sword moved even closer and directly touched Uncle Wang's neck.

As long as Yang Hua pressed down slightly, a wound would open up and blood would dye the sword edge red.

"Halt!"

Wen Ping who came late from the Rain Listening Pavilion appeared in the forested area next to the main hall. He only heaved a sigh of relief after seeing that Uncle Wang was fine. After that, he confidently strode toward the main hall and coldly looked at Yang Hua and the others before he spoke, "Why is the behavior of the people from your Reliance Sect so uncouth? You even want to bully an ordinary old man."

If Wen Ping had the ability, he truly wanted to walk over and deliver a harsh kick at Yang Hua.

How could a human be so lowly and despicable to such an extent?

It was one thing that the Reliance Sect had stabbed a knife into the Immortal Sect's back. Wen Ping understood the law of the survival of the fittest, and he could also accept the truth that the Immortal Sect had been 'disintegrated' by them. In the future, when he dealt with the Reliance Sect, he would also do the same thing.

But a powerful cultivator at the thirteenth level was actually using a sword to threaten a helpless old man near the age of 100. This was something extremely shameful.

Hearing Wen Ping's mockery, Yang Hua wasn't angry and he laughed instead. "You are indeed different from the past. The former young master of the Immortal Sect has grown up."

However, Wen Ping didn't look at him and also didn't care about what Yang Hua was saying. All his attention was on the sword next to Uncle Wang's neck. He then spoke, "Elder Yang, I'm already here. Isn't it about time you put down the sword in your hand?"

Yang Hua laughed but didn't move his sword. He complacently said, "Are you very disappointed that no one from the city lord manor came to help you?"

"If you want to come here to exert your dominance, you have succeeded."

"Alright. If you want to save this old fellow, how about making a transaction with us?"

"What transaction?"

Actually, Wen Ping knew that even if he didn't ask, Yang Hua would surely speak.

Yang Hua glanced at the black-robed disciples around him. One of them took out a banknote with a large amount - 5,000 gold.

"5,000 gold, sell me the Medicine Mountain and Feijia Mountain."

"What if I say no?"

"I'll kill him first and then wreak havoc in the Immortal Sect. Maybe you feel that the city lord manor will surely help you. But if the Immortal Sect completely vanished, do you think that the city lord manor would go against our Reliance Sect for the sake of a power that has disappeared?"

Honestly speaking, he wasn't afraid that Wen Ping wouldn't sell the mountains to him.

Right now, he had 100 methods in his mind to subdue Wen Ping. Using people from the Immortal Sect as a hostage was just one of them.

If Wen Ping didn't care for the life of this old fellow, it was fine as well. He was, after all, an expert at the thirteenth level of the Body Refinement Realm. With a flick of his finger, he could make this young sect leader vanish from this world. Actually, it would be cleaner if he did that. He wouldn't even need to pay the 5,000 gold.

Those people in the elder meeting were too cautious. They felt that the Immortal Sect might still have some trump cards and assumed that a starving camel was truly bigger than a horse.

He believed Wen Ping would be able to understand this simple logic.