Chapter 110: Don’t You Worry About It

In front of the main hall of the Lingxi Valley sect.

A female disciple collapsed on the ground, her face pale as she stared at the massive sword scar that stretched dozens of meters wide.

The scar started from the entrance of Lingxi Valley and extended all the way to the back mountains. Its cut was as smooth as a mirror, unfathomably deep, and if one listened closely, faint sword chants could be heard echoing within it.

"Ah, Baihua Peak... Baihua Peak is gone!"

Someone shouted in panic.

Lingxi Valley had a high cliff known as Baihua Peak.

The elder hall and the sect leader's residence were located there.

Now, Baihua Peak had been split in two, a massive gash separating it, with a sliver of daylight piercing through, as if a mountain god had cleaved it with a giant axe.

The waterfall that once hung from Baihua Peak had also been severed.

A fierce wind howled through the crack, its mournful wail sending chills down the spines of the disciples.

One sword strike, capable of destroying a mountain, leaving a scar as deep as an abyss.

Who was that white figure treading on the Milky Way?

Why did they possess such terrifying swordsmanship?

And why did they attack Lingxi Valley?

The answers to these questions were likely known only to Yun Suxin and Yun Baiyu, the sect leader of Lingxi Valley, who were kneeling before Chen Huai'an.

Yun Baiyu shielded Yun Suxin, kneeling on one knee, her hands gripping Chen Huai'an's Black Scale Sword. Crimson blood dripped from her pale wrists, staining her white sleeves a shocking red.

"Senior, please show mercy... cough..."

Before she could finish, Yun Baiyu coughed up blood. Her health had already been poor, and now, having taken on half the force of that sword strike for Lingxi Valley and Yun Suxin, she was in even worse condition.

"Mother, you..." Yun Suxin struggled to rise, but Yun Baiyu turned her head, her gaze cold and stern, and snapped, "Kneel!"

Yun Suxin opened her mouth, her body trembling, but she ultimately knelt back down, head bowed. Her fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly, her face alternating between red and white.

Yun Baiyu turned her gaze weakly toward Chen Huai'an, not daring to meet his eyes. She forced a bitter smile and said, "Senior, are you perhaps a reclusive elder from the Sword Pavilion? Whatever the reason for your anger, as the sect leader of Lingxi Valley, I am willing to bear the responsibility. But Suxin is still young. Please, do not take it out on her."

She silently stared at the cultivator's boots, her humility at its limit.

In the Cangyun Realm, strength was the ultimate truth.

Once, she believed that as long as Lingxi Valley forged good relationships, they could overcome any crisis, and countless cultivators would come to their aid.

But after that incident three years ago, she had been thoroughly awakened.

Back then, a world-shaking treasure blade had emerged from the Eastern Continent's secret realm.

To gain the recognition of that ancient spiritual weapon, countless cultivators had slaughtered one another, turning the land into a river of blood. By the end, allies turned on each other, and even her own partner had tried to kill her.

From that moment, she understood that relying on outsiders would one day lead to Lingxi Valley's destruction.

The only ones they could truly rely on were themselves.

Their own strength was what mattered most.

And so it was now.

If she hadn't been injured, if her strength were still at its peak, even if she couldn't defeat this swordsman, she wouldn't be kneeling before him, begging for mercy without the courage to resist.

This person's sword was too ferocious.

Was this the swordsman known as the most lethal in the Cangyun Realm?

Today, she had truly experienced it firsthand.

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Chen Huai'an wasn't silent to appear cold and aloof.

He had been shocked by the power of that sword strike.

He remembered that Li Qingran and Yue Qianchi had come to buy spirit herbs, so he hadn't used his full strength when he unleashed the strike.

But fearing it wouldn't be intimidating enough, he had used eighty percent of his power.

Yet even eighty percent was enough to cleave a mountain in Lingxi Valley in two.

If not for the woman before him arriving in time, Lingxi Valley would have been completely destroyed.

Along with Yun Suxin, the disciples, and the spirit fields and herbs, everything would have been reduced to dust!

[Your avatar's remaining time: 10 seconds!]

A notification popped up in his vision.

Chen Huai'an instantly snapped back to reality.

He blinked, looking at the Lingxi Valley sect leader before him—a woman with the face of a young girl but a head full of white hair. He furrowed his brows and said in a deep voice, "My disciple came to buy spirit herbs, but your daughter deliberately activated an illusion array to cause trouble. I calculated with my fingers and felt that Lingxi Valley has some fate with my sword. So, I took a swing in the sky and found that the fate is indeed deep."

Yun Baiyu's mouth twitched.

What a fate! She could do without such a fate.

But she could only force a smile and say, "Then, senior, have you resolved this fate today?"

"Indeed." Chen Huai'an nodded with an air of seriousness, spouting nonsense, "Fate is mysterious! Unfathomably so! Just like how I'm happy after cleaving this mountain. That, too, is fate!"

Seeing the sect leader remain silent, he awkwardly chuckled and added,

"Well, I have some matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now. Those two are my juniors, so please take care of them. When I have time, I'll come back to cleave some more and find more things with fate to swing at."

With that, the 10 seconds were up.

Chen Huai'an's figure dissipated into specks of sword light, scattering with the wind.

Seeing this, Yun Baiyu's heart trembled even more.

If an avatar was already this powerful, what if his true body came?

Since when did the Sword Pavilion have such a monstrous old-timer?

There had been no news of him at all.

Thankfully, today her daughter had only activated the second layer of the illusion array and not the third. If those two young girls had been injured, wouldn't this old monster have gone berserk and turned Lingxi Valley into minced debris, scattering it to the winds?

Yun Baiyu's heart raced, and with her injuries flaring up, she felt the world spinning around her.

At that moment, a pair of hands reached out from behind to support her.

Yun Suxin's eyes were red, her lips trembling as she asked, "Mother, how... how are you?"

"I'm fine." Yun Baiyu weakly patted Yun Suxin's head, her eyes filled with affection and guilt. She comforted her, "Don't worry. It's just a matter of resting for a while longer. That swordsman didn't use his full strength. It seems he just wanted to give us a warning."

Yun Suxin pouted.

Lingxi Valley had almost been cleaved in two. Was that just a warning?

The people from the Sword Pavilion were truly unreasonable. Not only did they rob them, but they also destroyed the illusion array. Now, not only was the array destroyed, but the mountain gate was almost destroyed too. And yet, it was they who had to apologize and speak kindly.

"Alright, go and receive those two Sword Pavilion disciples now."

Yun Baiyu was eager to suppress her injuries and didn't want her daughter to notice anything amiss, so she spoke in a deliberately cold tone, "Treat them as honored guests. Don't be impolite, especially to the younger one."

That swordsman had said the younger one was his disciple.

A young cultivator with such a powerful background—it was best not to offend them.

...

"Qingran, was that your master just now?!"

Yue Qianchi was still in a daze as she stared at the cleaved Baihua Peak.

"Yes, that was Master's avatar, but it can't stay away from the main body for long." Li Qingran nodded.

Her reaction was much calmer.

She had already witnessed her master's swordsmanship at the Qingyun Sect.

Though she had also been stunned by that sword strike, she had been somewhat prepared.

Now, she was more concerned about her master's physical condition.

How was he doing now?

This avatar seemed to be at the Soul Formation stage, which would consume even more energy.

Would it affect Master's battles and the demonic poison within him?

"Amazing! Truly amazing!" Yue Qianchi marveled, squatting down to touch the sword scar on the ground, clicking her tongue. "If the avatar is this strong, how powerful must the true body be?"

"Qingran... is your master really not considering finding a dao companion? As for me, I usually wrap myself up, but if I were to let loose... hehe, you know~ Anyway, most male cultivators these days like my type."

Li Qingran blushed but also rolled her eyes. She couldn't help but scold with a stern face, "Senior Sister, to be honest, Master prefers them a bit smaller!"

"Oh~ And how would you know that?"

"You... don't you worry about it!!!"

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