Chapter 730

Chapter 730: Mo Wenxian

"Hmph, Ling’er definitely wanted to see what kind of person that so-called great master was in this Demon Abyss. They even mentioned this Broken Space place might actually be the Celestial-Demon battlefield," Shui Lingling grumbled petulantly. Shaking her head to focus, she huffed, "Anyway, I must teach that arrogant fellow a lesson and show him what real fairness means!"

"Enough, Ling’er. At least he recognized our Immortal Dao Sect’s reputation and made way respectfully when they saw us. Besides, that woman already apologized to Ye Yun. What more do you want?" Shui Yingying sighed, watching her sister with an amused smile.

"That’s true, but I still can’t stand his smugness!" Shui Lingling pouted, crossing her arms stubbornly.

"Fine. If we meet him again, we’ll give him a proper beating." Ye Yun chuckled as Ling’er brightened at his words. "But remember, that person likely holds crucial information about the Demon Abyss. If we encounter him, we should question him first."

"Why would he just tell us?" Shui Lingling frowned.

"Then we’ll use the Starry Sky soul searching technique. Harsh, perhaps, but consider this—he stationed a First Level Earth Immortal realm cultivator as a mere guard. His true strength must far surpass yours, Ling’er," Shui Yingying reasoned, her brow furrowed. If even a mid-stage First Level Earth Immortal like Ling’er wasn’t deemed fit for such a task, their enemy’s confidence—or arrogance—was alarming.

"Let’s hope it’s confidence. The alternative would be… unsettling." Shui Yingying sighed, landing atop the looming black mountain. Her thoughts churned. How had their adversary known she and Ling’er would come together? A traitor in the sect? Unthinkable—even the grudging old men wouldn’t sabotage their own foundation.

"Yingying! People ahead!" Shui Lingling pointed excitedly.

Among the five figures, one stood out—a handsome man in white radiating the aura of a Third Level Earth Immortal. He met Ye Yun’s gaze and smiled cordially.

"Another innate spiritual body! This Ancestor’s luck holds!" The Sword Path Ancestor’s voice froze Ye Yun mid-step. Engaging this man meant immense risk; victory seemed unlikely.

"He’s dangerous," Ye Yun warned lowly. Noticing their wariness, the handsome man flicked open a fan and materialized beside them. "Fellow cultivators, here for the Heavenly Immortal inheritance, I presume?"

Ye Yun masked his tension, calculating odds. The man’s smile widened. "Contemplating a duel? Rash, but understandable. Why not join us instead? We’re strategizing against the demon souls."

His tone softened. "Peace suits me better than conflict. Hence why I had weaker pests cleared earlier—their deaths would’ve been… noisy."

"Who are you?" Shui Lingling demanded, eyeing his terrifying cultivation. At under twenty, surpassing her and Yingying’s combined progress? Unnerving.

"Allow me," interrupted a sharp voice. A girl in a red dress stepped forward, glaring. "Your bluntness invites trouble."

"Blood Robe, enough." The handsome man gently stayed her hand. "My apologies for her temper."

"He’s… polite?" Shui Lingling blinked. "What’s she to you?"

"Mo Wenxian is my destined companion!" Blood Robe declared, clinging to his arm. "Right, Wenxian?"

"You enjoy teasing," he sighed, prying her off. "Behave."

"After all we’ve shared, still so cold?" She pouted but relented, shooting Ling’er a triumphant smirk.

"Big deal! I’ve got someone too!" Grabbing Ye Yun’s arm, Ling’er glared challengingly. Ye Yun exchanged a wry look with Mo Wenxian—two men besieged by willful women.

"Enough flirtation!" A burly man barked from behind. "Focus on the demon souls!"

Blood Robe whirled, eyes flashing. "One more word, and I’ll end you."

"Easy! Just… stop hogging Mo Wenxian. We need his input," the man mumbled, retreating under her glare.

“Blood Robe, don’t bully Fu Shan too much. We’re all brothers in the sect. If this goes on, you’ll be failing as an elder sister,” Mo Wenxian chuckled, watching the girl in the red dress coldly threaten the burly man. The three men beside the burly man stayed silent, clearly accustomed to such scenes.

“The Ancestor’s Killing Immortal Classic hasn’t reached the Sixth Level yet. If I obtain his legacy here in the Celestial-Demon battlefield, I’ll surely break through. By then, even you might not beat me, Wenxian.” Blood Robe giggled, crimson spiritual power swirling in her palm, morphing into various shapes.

“Then it’ll be Blood Robe protecting us,” Mo Wenxian said warmly, his smile unwavering as she retreated into the crowd. He turned to Ye Yun. “I am Mo Wenxian of the hidden sect Nine Palaces Heaven. Greetings to the disciples of Immortal Dao Sect.”

“Nine Palaces Heaven? Ling’er feels like she’s heard that name before…” Shui Lingling frowned, racking her brain. Her sister had mentioned it once.

“I’m surprised Nine Palaces Heaven’s disciples came here to train,” Shui Yingying remarked flatly, her usual smile gone. “Shouldn’t you be at Three Celestial Heavens, where your Ancestor’s legacy lies? Why come to the Demon Abyss?”

“Circumstances demanded it. Blood Robe needs the legacy here, so I seek the Sword Immortal’s inheritance,” Mo Wenxian replied, unfazed by her coldness.

“Oh, I didn’t mind at first—just a tiny hiccup with the Killing Immortal Classic. But once Wenxian found out, he insisted I get this Heavenly Immortal’s legacy. So stubborn, always worrying about me!” Blood Robe sighed playfully, recalling Mo Wenxian’s anxious face when he learned of her cultivation issue.

“Ling’er doesn’t care! I’m getting this legacy no matter what!” Shui Lingling huffed, watching Blood Robe lean affectionately against another girl. “Even if you’re from Nine Palaces Heaven, I won’t back down!”

“If not for Blood Robe’s need, I’d have yielded for Yunshan’s sake. He asked me to protect his sect’s disciples,” Mo Wenxian apologized. “But since it concerns her, I must stand firm.”

“Don’t be so final. The legacy isn’t decided yet,” Ye Yun said mildly. Mo Wenxian’s polite demeanor seemed genuine, so Ye Yun saw no need for conflict—though he’d fight to secure the legacy for the two girls.

“So elder brother sent you to watch over us,” Shui Yingying mused, abandoning her earlier suspicion. She glanced at Blood Robe, now resting her head on a girl’s shoulder. “Miss Blood Robe, slack off, and we’ll take the legacy for ourselves.”

“Try your childish tricks. Since I reached the peak of Nine Palaces Killing Heaven, my methods aren’t as ‘playful’ as you think.” A bloody vortex spun at Blood Robe’s fingertip, the murderous intent within it almost forming a domain. Shui Yingying unleashed her innate spiritual body’s aura, icy waves halting the domain’s spread. Blood Robe’s gaze hardened as the two girls stared each other down.

“Ancestor of the Sword Path, can you identify his innate spiritual body?” Ye Yun asked, noting the ancestor’s grim expression. “Or can’t you see through it?”

“Boy, this is trouble. I wish I hadn’t seen it. His physique… it’s the Nine Palaces Annihilation Body, one of the supreme innate spiritual bodies. Once its Nine Palaces awaken, he’ll reach the Heavenly Immortal realm effortlessly. Rumor says the Nine Palaces Heavenly Immortal himself had this body.”

“A tough nut indeed.” Ye Yun studied Mo Wenxian anew. To remain humble with such a physique spoke volumes of his character.

“Likely paired with a child’s pure-heartedness. This isn’t just ‘extraordinary genius’—he’d dominate even in the Immortal Realm,” the ancestor sighed, wistful.

“Wenxian, stop teasing them, or San Ying will sulk,” a petite figure in a black robe chided.

“San Ying, Wenxian’s my destined companion. Hands off!” Blood Robe warned the girl she leaned against.

“But he hasn’t agreed yet! If he accepts, I’ll let you join us—but I’ll be the first wife!” San Ying retorted, removing her hood to reveal a flawless face flushed with determination.

Blood Robe smirked. “You don’t know him. When I stormed Nine Palaces Killing Heaven, he fought nine Fifth Level Earth Immortal puppets alone to stop me from recklessness. Little did he know I’d already broken through!”

“Hmph! At Nine Palaces’ othershore, he patted my head. His aura still lingers!” San Ying blushed, refusing to back down.

“Wenxian! When did this happen?!” Blood Robe whirled on him, ignoring San Ying’s adorable pout.

“You were in closed-door cultivation. I just… encouraged her. It’s harmless, right?” Mo Wenxian winced under her glare.

“‘Harmless’? I felt his love and care! Pity some women gorge on his kindness yet stay unhappy,” San Ying shot back, glaring until Blood Robe wilted. Mo Wenxian sighed helplessly.

“Why does Ling’er feel that San Ying’s winning?” Shui Lingling whispered as Blood Robe slunk away.

She’d assumed the girl in red held all the cards, but San Ying’s tactics proved sharper.