Chapter 51: The Xian Family Takes Action

Han Pu, standing at the side, quaked with racing heart after listening to the rumor of a rescue attempt. A moment of hope flickered in his desperate eyes to override the commands of the sect master that echoed in his ears. He was going to defy all odds in his fight to regain freedom.

Meanwhile, at the bottom of the canyon, Xian Feng had arrived with a retinue of members of his family. It was not something to be taken lightly, and they walked with an air of confidence based on a security born of their own, ignorant of the fact that everything they did was being closely observed by the Cangwu Sect and the Blood Knife Sect.

"Stop anyone from entering! The Blood Knife Sect is conducting business!" An elder of the Blood Knife Sect bellowed, pointing a blood knife towards the path of the Xian family while blocking them. This tall monk was at his best in Nascent Soul Realm, his expression grim as if these lines were drawn into his face along with the authority.

Xian Feng bowed, cautious in his observation of the elder. "I recognize you from the Blood Knife Sect, but I certainly hope you can be more respectful and let the Lingyun Sect by with peaceful intentions. After all, this must be almost over?

The elder gazed at him, but his eyes swept through the Xian family for some sign of what their strength was. "Who are you? Which faction do you represent?" His attitude did change slightly; the swagger by Xian Feng indicated that they must be backed by a much bigger influence.

"I come from Feihua City, the Xian Family!

And thus the elder's visage changed, as he began sorting this in his head. "Feihua City? The Xian Family? You hail from that remote backwater of space? Who in the seven layers do you think you are to interfere with the works of the Blood Knife Sect? You mad bloody man?

He smiled evilly as he drew the blood knife so fast it was like a reflex action, pulsating with an aura of visible bloodthirst. "You really think a minor family like yours could blackmail us?"

Xian Feng set into a wooden face. "Looks like we've reached a standoff. Fine, let me demonstrate just what happens because you think you're above others!

Xian Yin stood by his side, grinning as he swung a pair of massively big golden hammers, an impressive Fourth Grade spiritual weapon gifted to him by Xian Zhan. The drums of the hammers reverberated loud, full of power, as he gave a yell, "Prepare to meet my hammer!" And then, just like that, he was in action.

The weighty hammers suited his robust physique perfectly, creating a striking visual as he charged forward.

Who dares to attack my Blood Knife Sect?! the old man thundered, as rife anger over-powered his senses. He lunged downward with his blood knife and proved this point.

The two weapons crashed in a deafening smash. The sound echoed ominously through the canyon, but when the dust settled, an immeasurable power began to flood into the old man. His feet sank deep into the ground with chilling realization that showed he was grossly outmatched.

With a deafening crack, the blood knife burst in his hands, leaving him exposed to this wildly swinging death dance.

A blow of two hammers gleaming with golden radiance. Crash upon his chest with merciless ferocity.

He gasped abruptly and spat out blood amidst the shreds of his innards as he reeled backward. His body slammed upon the mountains far in the distance. He lay still, defeated.

"Is that all you've got?" Xian Yin sneered, her tone as disdainful as darkness. "Who gave you the boldness to threaten my family?"

The shock waves from the scene attracted many monks of both the Cangwu Sect and the Blood Knife Sect. The instant they discovered one of their elders had been defeated, pandemonium erupted.

Xian Yin, stronger than ever before, repelled countless enemies from the Nascent Soul Realm as he wielded his Fourth Grade spiritual weapon madly.

Xian Lang and Xian Ruomeng didn't hesitate to join in since no one wanted to yield. Xian Lang wielded a silver spear as he danced elegantly across the battlefield. Their strikes were swift and mighty, such that they resembled a sea dragon surfacing.

Xian Ruomeng was no less sinister, to be sure, though she had no weapon of offence; she wore a flowing white dress with intricate blue lotus flowers etched upon her gown. She had a defensive spiritual weapon, whereby wherever an attack came, a little blue lotus appeared, letting her absorb the impact so that she could make very free use of her blows.

"Where did this strong sect come from? Why are they attacking our Cangwu Sect?" a senior member of the Cangwu Sect shouted in puzzlement.

With their power united, however, the combined force of the Blood Knife Sect and Cangwu Sect was still overpowered. The Xian family fought back with unyielding tenacity, and the enemy was pushed back. The ranks of the opponent group were severely injured in their moves to make a hasty retreat for safety.

"Who are these invaders? We have no complaint with them!" another elder cried out, bewildered.

The leaders of Cangwu and Blood Knife Sects had never previously experienced such strength or seen any weapon in their lives. The minds were boggled, failing to correlate the kind of power emerging in the Feihua Mountains by one that was a direct threat.

However, the Xian family did not come to make nonsensical talks. They had come for a purpose, and only sect leaders do.

Bearing heavy pressure, the combined forces of Cangwu Sect and Blood Knife Sect called for their leaders deployed outside the canyon.

"The Xian family from Feihua City?"

Hmph! I've heard stories of their evil work against our disciples. I had planned to resolve matters later, but it looks as if they have sought to directly reach our doorstep. If that's what they need then, let's give it to them!"

Ni Fengtian's voice was full of a dire determination.

"Those fools are at the canyon?" The Blood Knife Ancestor creased his brow, his bald head shining under the light as he clasped his scimitar tightly.

"How long will it take to dispatch a few Nascent Soul Realm foes?"

Nobody had the time, however, because the words uttered were already supplemented with disappearance. Ni Fengtian went straight at the fray.

That instant coincided with the sharp yell from the canyon as the Lingyun Sect, led by Pengfei, burst out of there. Seizing that chance to strike while their enemies' attention was diverted, they launched an intense counterattack.

Lifting their spirits, Lingyun disciple fought with renewed energy; desperation turned into determination when they faced the Blood Knife Ancestor.

"Are you refusing to show us respect?" Xian Feng confronted Ni Fengtian head on.

"Who do you think you are, Xian family? Do you really think you have any bargaining power over me?" Ni Fengtian retorted, his deep-set eyes flashing with sullen arrogance.

Xian Feng felt wrath welling up inside. "If you won't treat us with the respect we deserve, then let us show you our real power!"

With that declaration, Xian Feng and the other elders harnessed their spiritual energies. Roaring whirlwinds stirred all around them as they attacked Soul formation Realm Sect Master.

"Do you still not comprehend this great divide between the Soul formation Realm and the Nascent Soul Realm?" Ni Fengtian bellowed with the weight of power from his words.

A powerful spiritual energy shot out of him; on his forehead, at the centre, there was a shining white glow that twinkled, showing that his Soul Palace consciousness had indeed materialized.

His stride was bold. He struck in with a palm strike aimed at Xian Feng. The divine energy from his attack was shocking, and Xian Feng readied himself for collision.

When the two powers clashed, shockwaves reverberated in the air. Xian Feng was pushed back and heavily fell to the ground writhing in pain.

"It's more potent than I had envisioned by a realm," Xian Feng gasped as he slowly got up from the ground. Miraculously, he wasn't heavily injured. The attack was not as bad as what he had been expecting.

With him on his feet, the third elder, Xian Zhenfei, also managed to get up. He had been knocked to the floor but was merely a little bruised.

They locked eyes, a determination and a spark of excitement in them. Finally, with a fierce intent, they were prepared to resume their battle against that worthy foe.

"I underestimated the Xian family," Ni Fengtian reflected to himself, understanding why the other was so unexpectedly strong.

"Let's teach them some respect!" Xian Feng shouted, urging the other members of the Xian family to stand strong.

As the battle had now become hotter than ever, both sides realized that their individual fates would be decided based on whichever side would be declared victorious in the fray, and their fortunes would then depend on the faction they represented.

Still, with grim determination outlined on their faces, the Xian family moved ahead once again, their spirits unbroken and strong, strong enough to face whatever lay ahead for them. Resolute by now, inflamed by desire to guard their own, the Xian people could not stand idly by; they were warriors who would go on and carve their destiny in a world that kept its balance on power and conflict.