Chapter 73: Patriarch Ren Takes Action, Am I Late, Master?
In the blink of an eye, six figures radiating a terrifying aura appeared in front of the crowd.
"Isn't that the Ancestral Patriarch summoned by that genius from the Eastern Region?"
Someone soon recognized the Ren Family's Ancestral Patriarch, recalling how his avatar formidable Ninth Layer of the Boundless Realm strength nearly crippled Leng Yanran before her master intervened and saved her!
And now, this Ren Family Ancestral Patriarch had descended upon the Northern Region in person! Judging by his prepared treasures, it was clear he was ready for battle!
It was uncertain if Leng Yanran's mysterious master would be able to withstand him this time.
"Ren Family Ancestral Patriarch!"
"Even the clan leader and the four great elders have arrived."
"It seems the Ren Family is genuinely furious this time!"
After exiting the secret realm, Li Shenruo and Wang Yan initially intended to return to the Eastern Region without delay. But seeing the Ren Family Ancestral Patriarch arrive in person, they couldn't help but pause.
"Who killed Qirui?!"
As soon as the Ren Family leader arrived, he unleashed the full pressure of his Ninth Layer Boundless Realm aura, forcing everyone present to bow under its weight.
Since he had come, he wouldn't be satisfied with taking just one life—he intended to make these Northern Region powers bleed as well. After all, Ren Qirui had perished in the Northern Region, and someone had to pay the price!
"Hmph, little girl, where is your master?"
"Is he afraid to show himself?"
Ren's Ancestral Patriarch ignored the clan leader's words, fixing his gaze directly on Leng Yanran and locking onto her aura to prevent her from using any escape technique.
"Damn it!"
Leng Yanran felt as if a mountain weighed upon her, yet she gritted her teeth, determined not to let her back bend. Other than her master, she would not bow to anyone!
"Miss—think of something quickly!"
"Why did you provoke such a terrifying old monster?"
Standing beside her, the man in the coffin was also struggling under the intense pressure. With bulging veins, he forced out a sentence.
He had thought that leaving the secret realm would mean freedom, yet here he was, faced with an old monster at the Spirit Dividing stage. Was this any different from dying in the collapse of the secret realm?
The only thing he could hope for now was for Leng Yanran's mysterious master to intervene.
At that moment, several more figures appeared in the distance—people from the Sacred Mountain and the Xiaoyao Palace.
"Elder!"
Li Shenruo's eyes lit up upon seeing familiar figures.
Three elders from the Sacred Mountain, accompanied by Li Yourong, arrived slowly, sighing in relief to see Li Shenruo unharmed.
Seeing the Sacred Mountain's arrival, Ren's Ancestral Patriarch frowned, mentally preparing for any surprises.
"Friend Ren, we are only here to bring Shenruo back to the mountain. Feel free to handle other matters as you see fit."
Noticing Ren's gaze, the Sacred Mountain elder spoke casually.
With that, he prepared to leave with Li Shenruo.
"Elder, could you possibly save that girl..."
Li Shenruo glanced at Leng Yanran, who was enduring tremendous pressure, hesitating before softly asking.
She knew that her chance to obtain an immortal-grade cultivation technique had been thanks to Leng Yanran, who had even willingly let her have it!
"We have no need to make an enemy in the Spirit Dividing stage. Be obedient and return with us."
The Sacred Mountain elder frowned slightly, rejecting Li Shenruo's request without hesitation.
Only Li Yourong looked at Leng Yanran with concern, her brows furrowed, feeling sympathy but not daring to speak to the elder.
"Damn it, Ren you old ghost! What have you done to Wang Yan, the chief disciple of my Xiaoyao Palace?!"
"Hand over the chief disciple of my Xiaoyao Palace immediately!"
Upon arriving, the forces from the Xiaoyao Palace searched around but didn't see Wang Yan, and their gazes turned hostile towards Ancestral Patriarch Ren.
"Hmm?"
"I didn't lay a hand on anyone from your Xiaoyao Palace. I'm here solely to avenge Qirui!"
"Don't throw false accusations at me; if you want to fight, then fight!"
Already in a foul mood, Ancestral Patriarch Ren's scowl deepened at the accusation, visibly irritated.
"Uh, hey… I'm right here…"
Wang Yan, with a face swollen like a pig's head, cautiously tugged on the Palace Master's robe.
"What the—!"
"Where did this pig demon come from?"
"Get out of my way!"
Startled by the pig-faced figure that suddenly appeared, the Palace Master reflexively kicked Wang Yan, sending him flying and creating a deep, human-shaped crater in the ground.
"Wait…"
"Hiss!!!"
"Wang Yan! Are you alright?"
The Palace Master suddenly realized the aura was familiar—it was indeed Wang Yan! He hurriedly moved to the pit, retrieving the barely conscious disciple.
Wang Yan's body was riddled with fractures, and he lay there unable to move, his face bruised and swollen. A tear trailed down his cheek, carving paths through the dust on his face.
At this moment, Wang Yan felt he had reached the most tragic point of his life.
He had come to this remote Northern Region to enter a secret realm. Before he could even step inside, he choked on a mouthful of ash and was nearly killed by Leng Yanran's master.
Inside the realm, Leng Yanran extorted him, and a powerful creature had robbed him of all his treasures—even his clothes, leaving only a cloth to cover himself.
Finally, when the Palace Master arrived, Wang Yan had hoped he'd help him. But instead, the master's kick had almost finished him off.
Life… really seemed pointless now. Dying here didn't sound so bad after all.
Casting a resigned glance at the Palace Master, Wang Yan closed his eyes in defeat.
But with a few healing pills forced down his throat, the Palace Master kept him alive…
"Looks like your master isn't coming after all."
"Fine then. I'll kill you first and then scour the entire Northern Region. I refuse to believe I won't catch him!"
Ancestral Patriarch Ren, observing the scene, decided not to mock. With Leng Yanran's master nowhere in sight, his patience wore thin.
He stepped forward. The crowd blinked, and when they opened their eyes, Ancestral Patriarch Ren was already standing before Leng Yanran, his hand reaching for her slender neck.
"Hummm—" A bright light radiated from the jade pendant hanging around Leng Yanran's neck, a gift from her master, momentarily holding off Ancestral Patriarch Ren's grip.
As Ancestral Patriarch Ren prepared to strike again, intending to crush her neck, he suddenly saw a young man appear before him—the one who had killed Ren Qirui, Leng Yanran's master.
The youth even wore a faint smile as he looked at him.
"Hmph, finally showing yourself?"
"Saves me the trouble of scouring the Northern Region!"
"You killed a member of my Ren Family, destroyed my avatar; today, you and your disciple will pay with your lives!"
Ancestral Patriarch Ren let out a cold shout.
Unable to gauge Chen Daoxuan's strength, he chose not to engage directly but returned to his original position, ordering the Ren Family members to prepare for battle!
"I didn't come too late, did I?"
Chen Daoxuan glanced briefly at Ancestral Patriarch Ren before turning to Leng Yanran. Gently pulling her into his arms, he stroked her hair and asked in a soft voice, "Yanran…"
"Master…"
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