Chapter 366 The Encirclement

Miao Yue stared at Chen Fei in a daze.

From the moment she brought him to Tianqing Sacred Land until now—how long had it even been?

Back then, Chen Fei was barely a half-step into the Dao Realm, a complete novice compared to her. But now? He had already stepped into the Miao Realm!

She couldn’t help but feel like all her years of cultivation had gone to the dogs.

After all, the very reason she had left Tianqing Sacred Land was because she had been stuck at the Miao Realm with no hope of breaking through—until she met her young lady and was given the chance to step into the Rendao Realm.

“So that means, my dear brother-in-law is not far from the Rendao Realm either?”

She puffed her cheeks. Though she was happy for Chen Fei’s strength, there was still a sour feeling in her chest.

“Not too far,”

Chen Fei replied honestly.

If there were still people in this world he could trust, Su Ran was one—and Miao Yue was another.

Miao Yue pouted.

“No wonder that vixen Ziyang keeps trying to get close to you! Brother-in-law, you’d better control yourself!”

Seeing her serious expression, Chen Fei couldn’t help but laugh.

“Relax. She’s probably only here for the upcoming Ghost King Token Competition.”

“So you already knew?”

Miao Yue exhaled.

“I thought you had no chance… but clearly…”

Shaking her head in disbelief, she didn’t even finish the sentence. Chen Fei reached out and tapped her on the head, just like he used to do at the Su Residence.

“What? You doubting my strength now?”

“Brother-in-law, the way you say that… it just sounds so shameless!”

This time, she didn’t dodge the gesture. Instead, her eyes lit up with curiosity.

“At your current level, are you strong enough to fight for a Ghost King Token?”

Chen Fei glanced at her, then silently pulled out a Ghost King Token and placed it on the table.

Miao Yue’s eyes went wide. She didn’t say anything, but her expression clearly screamed:

“Huh?!”

“Snatched it from an evil cultivator,”

Chen Fei said casually with a smile.

She stared at him for a moment, then brought out a bundle of carefully prepared items.

“Brother-in-law, these are demonic beast cores I’ve been collecting for you. Rare ones too—I’m sure you’ll find them useful.”

Without waiting for his refusal, she vanished in a flash.

Chen Fei shook his head with a chuckle.

There was still something he hadn’t told her—this Ghost King Token competition would not go as everyone expected.

Looking at the beast cores on the table, he smiled and stored them away.

From that day onward, Chen Fei didn’t leave Shaocui Mountain.

The Ghost King Token Competition was an exceptionally significant event within Tianqing Sacred Land—only core disciples were qualified to participate.

Why? Because those six tokens represented the pinnacle of Tianqing’s younger generation. As the competition drew nearer, the entire sect grew unusually quiet.

Nearly every eligible contender went into seclusion to refine themselves.

Outside Tianqing Sacred Land

Yan Wujiao, dressed like a refined scholar, strolled casually through the landscape like he was out on a spring picnic.

With a flash of light, Mu Yunshu appeared before him, her expression cold.

“Sect Master Yan, you certainly have time for leisure.”

Yan Wujiao closed his folding fan with a smile, admiring the scenery.

“Tianqing Sacred Land… still as beautiful as I remember. The last time I saw it like this was… what, a few decades ago? Time really flies.”

Mu Yunshu narrowed her eyes, brows furrowed. Yan Wujiao wasn’t here for a simple provocation—when the Holy Gate released Tian Zheng, it had demonstrated rare unity. She knew then that the Ghost King competition would be filled with unpredictable variables.

And now, the variables had arrived.

Yan Wujiao turned and said calmly:

“No need for hostility, Sect Master Mu. Tianqing has hogged far too many resources for far too long. Isn’t it time to share?”

“You think Tianqing Sacred Land has no one left to defend it?”

“Our ancestor is within the Sacred Land! If you have the guts, go face him!”

The crowd bristled in anger, glaring at Yan Wujiao.

But he just laughed lightly and shook his head.

“I know the strength of the Tianqing Ancestor. I’m no match for him. But as the saying goes—one mustn’t go against the tide.”

As his voice fell, Tian Zheng and Tian Qi appeared on either side of him.

At the same time, a chilling laugh echoed across the field. A bald, sinister-looking elder stepped into view, his gaze cold as he locked onto Mu Yunshu.

“Tianqing old man! I’ve come to visit!”

“God Mechanism Elder?! You’re still alive?!”

Elder Wang Situ’s face darkened in shock.

“Haha! Even your Tianqing Ancestor wouldn’t speak to me that way, boy. And you dare?!”

God Mechanism Elder turned to face him directly.

Wang Situ’s heart leapt in alarm and instinctively tried to retreat—but it was already too late.

His face visibly aged within seconds.

Mu Yunshu’s pupils contracted. She was about to intervene when—

“SCRAM!”

A powerful, thunderous voice boomed from above, followed by a massive palm that swept down from the sky.

As it passed over Wang Situ, his aged appearance instantly returned to normal, though he was left gasping for breath. For a moment there, he had truly thought he was going to die.

The palm didn’t stop—it slammed into God Mechanism Elder, knocking him from the sky.

The elder staggered back three steps, barely steadying himself, blood trickling from his mouth.

“Hah… impressive! So you’ve finally touched the threshold!”

That declaration caused Yan Wujiao, Tian Zheng, and Tian Qi to all stiffen slightly.

Mu Yunshu took a step forward.

“If it’s war you want, Tianqing Sacred Land will meet you head-on!”

Yan Wujiao looked at God Mechanism Elder, who gave a nod.

Then Yan Wujiao smiled and stepped forward.

“Tianqing Ancestor, the Ghost King’s Palace will open soon. The distribution of the tokens should be determined by strength, should it not? We’ve come today to see if your disciples are truly worthy.”

“Arrogant!”

“Sect Master! These dogs are too bold—let’s just fight!”

Angry voices erupted behind Mu Yunshu as soon as Yan Wujiao spoke.

But Yan Wujiao stood respectfully, waiting for the Tianqing Ancestor’s reply.

Seeing that there was no response, God Mechanism Elder’s expression turned cold. He raised his hand and pulled out a spiritual banner, waving it sharply in front of him.

In an instant, the sky changed color—wind and clouds surged.

Mu Yunshu’s pupils shrank.

“The Sky-Covering Banner… no wonder you dared come here so recklessly!”