Chapter 742 - 824 Destiny is like this
Chen Mo smiled as he looked at Song Jun, but there wasn’t much amusement in his dark eyes: "Have you had enough fun? Now, it’s my turn..."
Without the assistance of the Soul-Stabilizing Bead and that demon beast, Song Jun was just an ant to be crushed at will in his eyes.
The most crucial point was.
Chen Mo also noticed that the mysterious and powerful aura on Song Jun had disappeared.
"Is it time?"
Chen Mo raised an eyebrow.
Song Jun was in panic, his face pale, muttering to himself: "Elder Qiao, you can’t just abandon me like this. You promised me, I was the one who brought you out of that ghostly place.
You can’t do this to me..."
The last sentence was almost a scream from Song Jun.
Yet, no one responded.
"Who’s this Elder Qiao?"
Chen Mo didn’t know what trick Song Jun was playing, and he commanded the Blood Demon, whose large hand came crashing down on Song Jun.
To prevent any tricks from Song Jun, Chen Mo did not let the Blood Demon hold back.
With one strike.
Song Jun became a pulp.
Seeing his soul attempting to escape.
Chen Mo immediately summoned the Blood Demon Hundred Ghost Banner, capturing Song Jun’s soul within.
Chen Mo did not let Song Jun’s Divine Soul be destroyed.
He still had some questions to ask Song Jun.
For instance, about the Soul-Stabilizing Bead.
And that elusive demon beast.
As well as the Elder Qiao he mentioned.
Chen Mo needed to figure everything out.
And with Song Jun’s death, all of his points naturally went to Chen Mo.
Chen Mo’s points rose from 5300 to 9950.
Just over fifty points away from reaching ten thousand.
Chen Mo walked towards that mass of flesh.
He had seen with his own eyes how Song Jun picked a Nirvana Flower from a stone, and before leaving, he had also dug up an Immortal Jade Bamboo Shoot.
These were an as-yet-immature Holy Medicine and a top-grade Treasure Medicine.
Using True Qi to search, Chen Mo discovered the Qiankun Ring within the pulp.
He picked up the Qiankun Ring, which was intact, and infiltrated it with his Soul Power.
The Nirvana Flower and Immortal Jade Bamboo Shoot were all stored inside by Song Jun.
"Not bad, this injury wasn’t for nothing."
Chen Mo took out the Immortal Jade Bamboo Shoot, then found a clean spot to sit cross-legged.
He let the Blood Demon stand guard.
Chen Mo bit into the Immortal Jade Bamboo Shoot, then activated the Thunder Jade Scripture to refine it and heal his injuries.
Meanwhile, outside.
The eyes of all disciples were filled with astonishment.
They couldn’t understand what had happened.
Song Jun, who was clearly in a favorable position, suddenly fell to defeat.
Even leading to his death.
All of this was too strange.
On Merak Peak.
A few women, seeing this scene, sighed in relief.
They had been frightened just now.
Even with the reversal of the situation, their hearts hadn’t completely calmed.
It was only now, when they looked up, that they realized Zuoqiu Yiren was already gone.
...
Zuoqiu Yiren still didn’t know the situation in the Profound Spirit Mirror had already reversed.
After she left Merak Peak, she flew straight towards the azure sky.
She flew for an unknown amount of time, passing through layers of dense clouds, when an invisible barrier appeared, blocking her way.
Zuoqiu Yiren took a deep breath, placed her hand on the barrier, and then said, "Disciple Zuoqiu Yiren, requests to see the Master."
The voice seemed to pass through the barrier, like ripples on water, spreading within the barrier.
Inside the barrier, there was a small island hidden in the void, floating in the nothingness, the whole island shimmering with rosy light, with immortal energy swirling within.
This island was the dwelling of the five Supreme Elders of the Shenxiao Sect and the forbidden area of the sect.
The Supreme Elders never intervened in sect matters, only taking action when the sect was invaded by enemies, on the brink of life and death.
Moreover, the five Supreme Elders had been in seclusion for years, so the sect made this place a forbidden area to prevent any disturbance.
In the past thousand years, those who came here were few and far between.
Within was harmony and silence.
Until a ripple broke that silence.
On the island, under a peach tree, sat an old man with an immortal demeanor.
When the ripple reached there, a peach blossom fell, and the old man’s tightly closed eyes slowly opened.
"Yiren?"
After a long while, an aged voice resonated in Zuoqiu Yiren’s mind, seeming somewhat surprised at her arrival.
"Yiren, hasn’t it been three hundred years since you last saw your Master? What’s the matter?"
Upon hearing her master’s words, Zuoqiu Yiren’s pretty face flushed slightly, a little embarrassed, but the situation was urgent, so she didn’t waste words, directly speaking about Chen Mo’s matter.
"Isn’t this person the Sect Leader’s disciple? Why is he worrying you so much?"
Though the old man was on the island, he knew a thing or two about the outside matters.
"Isn’t the Sect Leader in seclusion? So I am responsible for instructing him."
"Is that all? With your lax nature, would you put so much effort into teaching a disciple?"
Zuoqiu Yiren blushed: "Master, why are you saying this too? I... I’m changing, am I not?"
"It’s not just that simple. Back when Wang Chen, that little fellow, was reshaping his root bones, you didn’t see fit to come to your Master, and he’s your own nephew, while this one is just an outsider to you." The old man’s words carried a hint of teasing.
"It’s... just fulfilling a request; if something happens to him, I... how do I explain to the Sect Leader?" Zuoqiu Yiren suddenly became a little nervous.
"Yiren, your heart is in turmoil."
"Master, one word, do you agree or not." Facing her master’s teasing, Zuoqiu Yiren couldn’t hold back, saying with a flushed face.
"The sect has ancestral rules left behind; even as your Master, I cannot interfere in sect affairs, Yiren, go back."
"Master, you..." Zuoqiu Yiren stamped her foot in the void in anger, wanting to leave immediately, but thinking of Chen Mo in such danger, she couldn’t help but open her mouth: "Master, I beg you, just make a move, even if it results in his disqualification, with the Soul-Stabilizing Bead there, he’s no match..."
"Go back." The old man closed his eyes again.
"Stubborn Master." Zuoqiu Yiren waved her fist in anger: "I haven’t asked you for anything in over seven hundred years, and you won’t agree to this one request?"
"The sect rules cannot be abolished."
"You... I’m never coming back to you." Zuoqiu Yiren left in a huff.
After Zuoqiu Yiren left, the old man opened his eyes again and looked up at the void, asking: "Are you certain about this?"
"It is ordained by fate."
After a long while, a cold female voice came from the void.
...
When Zuoqiu Yiren returned to Merak Peak and learned that Chen Mo was alright.
"Boom!"
The water surface of the Celestial Pool suddenly exploded, sending a water column of a hundred zhang soaring.
Zuoqiu Yiren’s face was like it had been through a hot spring.
Under the surprised gazes of Zhao Fujin and the other women, Zuoqiu Yiren plunged into the Celestial Pool.
"I can’t face people anymore." This was Zuoqiu Yiren’s current inner voice.