The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple

Last time in the fourth-level Cultivation Country of the Jiuli Dynasty, Old Bai was severely injured and on the brink of death because of this guy, almost having his Sea of Consciousness dug up to extract the Void Crystal Core.

He himself also barely escaped death; if it weren’t for his cousin and that mysterious masked person’s intervention, he would have fallen for sure.

And all of this was because of this guy.

Yama pointed a middle finger at Zhao Muye, a mocking sneer hanging at the corner of his mouth.

Just as Zhao Muye was about to lose his temper, Yu Yan suddenly jumped up and gave a loud slap to the back of his neck.

Zhao Muye covered the back of his head and looked at Yu Yan with grievance.

"Cousin, I’ve been at a disadvantage several times in his hands, I won’t fall for it. There’s an elder here now, save me some face."

He spoke in a muffled voice, much like a wronged big child.

Yu Yan’s ears reddened, stamping her foot said: "You’re so impulsive, I was just afraid you’d lose your temper!"

Next to them, the Demon Emperor Bai Xiang shook his head with a wry smile, yet his eyes, as round as bells, were fixed on Yama with murderous intent surging within.

Seeing this, Yama exaggeratedly sighed: "Uncle, your nephew is currently injured. The Zhao Family has brought three people; if anything happens in your territory..."

He feigned terror and shrank back behind Shen Tianhong, "You must protect your nephew."

Shen Tianhong glanced at him indifferently, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Rest assured, you are all my juniors. A little sparring is harmless, but if anyone wants to cause a fatal commotion in my Shen Family..."

His gaze suddenly turned cold, radiating the pressure of the Supreme Realm throughout his body, "Then don’t blame Uncle for being merciless."

They knew, if anything happened to any of them in the Shen Family, he wouldn’t escape blame, and would only face unending troubles.

Yama pretended to pat his chest, looking as if he had narrowly escaped disaster: "With Uncle’s assurance, your nephew feels relieved."

At this time, Zhao Muye had already stepped forward with Yu Yan to pay respects: "Junior greets Uncle!"

"Nephew Muye, niece Yan, no need for excessive courtesy." Shen Tianhong immediately responded kindly with a gesture of virtual support.

Zhao Muye straightened up and spoke frankly: "Uncle, I heard that there’s an Array Master at your residence who has condensed thirty thousand Spirit Seals, and I’ve come specially to pay my respects."

Shen Tianhong chuckled: "You’re quite straightforward."

"Uncle knows that the Zhao Family members are always direct, not into those circles and loops!" Zhao Muye patted his chest, making a dull sound.

Shen Tianhong nodded slightly.

Among the Eight Great Families, only the Zhao Family, ranked second, was most trusted.

They focused on Body Refining, possessing a simple nature, seldom engaging in intrigues.

But precisely because of this, the number of Spirit Severing Realm experts in the Zhao Family far exceeded other families, even leaving the Su Family, ranked first, far behind.

Of course, regarding the Supreme Realm, the Su Family still stood alone at the top.

"Nephew Yama is also here to pay respect to the master," Shen Tianhong glanced over the group, "In that case, let’s all go together."

"Thank you, Uncle, for accommodating us!" Zhao Muye clasped his hands in thanks, a gleam of anticipation flickering in his eyes.

Shen Tianhong turned, waving his sleeve: "Follow me."

...

The group passed through twisting corridors, with pavilions and towers scattered artistically along the way.

Shen Tianhong walked at the forefront, his dark robe fluttering gently in the wind.

The master of the Shen Family had a composed demeanor, with an aura of unspoken authority, every step seemingly measured accurately.

Yama followed closely behind, the black long knife at his back swaying slightly, his narrow eyes occasionally surveying the surroundings.

Zhao Muye deliberately kept a distance from him, his sturdy body resembling a moving mountain, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Meanwhile, the Demon Emperor Old Bai silently followed beside Zhao Muye, his gaze always vigilantly fixed on Yama’s back.

Yu Yan quietly followed at the rear, occasionally curiously observing the scenery of the Shen Family.

After turning several corridors, a secluded hall lay ahead.

The square paved with bluestone in front of the hall was spotless, with several ancient stone sculptures standing on either side casting long shadows in the sunlight.

Above the hall’s entrance hung a plaque with black background and golden characters, inscribed with the three powerful characters "Jingxin Hall."

Shen Tianhong stopped at the steps in front of the hall, turning to make a gesture for silence: "The master prefers quiet, everyone must remember not to make noise."

His gaze lingered a moment longer on Yama and Zhao Muye, clearly apprehensive about these two adversaries.

Just as Shen Tianhong was about to step forward to announce their arrival, the hall door slowly opened...