latelenovela Chapter 105 Living Father
Chapter 105 Living Father
The spirit swords suspended in the air covered almost every part of the sky above the Lingwei Sect.
They are the only disciples of the Lingwei Sect in the past thousand years, upholding the sword master's unwavering beliefs and protecting their sect leader.
In the silent stillness, Shen Fengzhi suddenly waved his sleeve, creating a water curtain above everyone.
Yun Yici and the others were stunned for a moment.
The scene displayed in the water curtain was actually the situation outside the Rakshasa Illusion Sea.
Apart from the elders of the twelve sects, most of the disciples from each sect had also emerged from the secret realm, so the scene was filled with a bustling crowd, making it difficult to distinguish one person from another.
However, the most eye-catching thing was a group of people gathered together, fiddling with something.
Although the people from the Nanhua Sect didn't approach, other sects would occasionally come over to chat with them.
Among the people from the Nanhua Sect, Wen Fuyue's face was extremely ugly, and Rong Xuan was beside him, seemingly saying words of comfort.
After a while, the noisy voices in the background gradually subsided.
Rong Xuan's voice became clearer: "Master, don't worry. Your junior brothers and sisters are blessed by heaven. Perhaps they will spread the word in a while."
Wen Fuyue said, "Currently, the entire secret realm only has ten people including them. If there is one less, the secret realm will determine that there are not enough people."
"It would be good if the news got out, but if it doesn't, they'll only be able to come out when the Rakshasa Illusionary Sea opens again."
Yun Yici and the other two are imprisoned in the secret realm, and they will be locked up for at least several years before they can come out!
And that doesn't even include other variables!
Although it is common for cultivators to go into seclusion for decades or even centuries, being trapped in a secret realm is a different matter entirely.
If it weren't for the fact that this illusion would collapse if Wen Fuyue forced her way in, he would have already planned to go in and search for people.
Amidst the commotion, a group of people centered around the elder of the Weapon Sect suddenly erupted in a shout: "We've connected!!"
"Finally connected!!"
"Hurry up, connect the wooden plaque to Yun Yici's sign!!"
This sword-testing tournament was quite a hassle. In the past, these elders would just sit idly and occasionally comment on their disciples' performance.
This year is amazing! They're racing against time to repair the water curtain of the Yin-Yang Fish Seal, working tirelessly day and night. Who has the time to look at the points rankings and champions?
The elders who were skilled in weapon crafting almost burst into tears, vowing in their hearts that they would definitely equip the next generation with 120 water mirrors!
The good news cheered everyone up, and some people couldn't wait to rush to the equipment repair shop.
The smarter ones, however, all looked towards the single water mirror suspended above the other ten.
Someone said, "Why is the picture still dark?"
One carefree disciple complained, "Are they about to come out? What's the point of connecting the water curtain when it's already over?"
The disciple next to him quickly stopped him: "Stop talking! The elders of the Weapon Sect will eat people if they hear this."
The scene was quite noisy, and Wen Fuyue also felt a surge of hope as she looked towards the water mirror.
The dark water mirror suddenly brightened, but before they could see the scene in the water mirror clearly, a terrifying pressure belonging to a high-level cultivator overflowed directly from the water screen.
The world changed color, and even the distant Immortal City was thrown into chaos.
Everyone waiting outside the secret realm, including the elders of the twelve sects, knelt down simultaneously under the oppressive force!
Amidst the turmoil in Wen Fuyue's mind, a metallic taste of blood rose in his throat, but his first instinct was to protect the disciples around him.
The elders from other sects were also quick, protecting the disciples around them.
At this point, there was no time to distinguish between sects; all they could do was protect the disciple closest to them.
Under this oppressive aura, the crowd was unable to even look up and see the face of this powerful being.
Before long, a woman's nonchalant voice came from behind the water curtain: "Those who spy on my sect shall die!"
The word "death" sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.
Because they knew that this person truly had the ability to kill them!
At the same time, a thought flashed through everyone's minds: You said you were going to find the inheritance, but you ended up finding a living father instead!
Under immense pressure, Wen Fuyue turned her head slightly and finally managed to make out the white-clad woman speaking in the scene.
Beside the woman was a demon cultivator dressed in black robes with black hair and red eyes, and behind them were his three disciples.
Fortunately, Yun Yici and the other two seemed to be in good condition, not like they had been injured or threatened as hostages.
No, in fact, the man and woman in the picture didn't need any hostages at all.
Wen Fuyue tried to open his mouth, but the immense pressure made it extremely difficult for him to even turn his head.
Despite this, he forced himself to speak, even though he had injured his vocal cords: "Senior..."
The next moment, the suppressed blood in Wen Fuyue's throat finally surged up and flowed from the corner of his mouth.
The scene was so heartbreaking that Yun Yici and Ning Tinglan couldn't bear it, and they both secretly pleaded with Shen Fengzhi for mercy.
They didn't know what Shen Fengzhi was going to do, but seeing their master kneeling and seemingly injured, they naturally couldn't bear to let Shen Fengzhi continue.
Shen Fengzhi glanced at Wen Fuyue, then raised his finger to remove the oppressive aura emanating from Wen Fuyue alone.
The disciples around Wen Fuyue breathed a sigh of relief, and they all obediently huddled around Wen Fuyue, not daring to raise their heads.
Shen Feng knew: "You are the master of the Huai Chuan Sword Master?"
The oppressive aura emanating from Wen Fuyue dissipated, and she was finally able to speak.
Without the permission of the woman in white in the picture, he dared not get up, fearing that it would bring trouble to Yun Yici and the other two in the picture.
Wen Fuyue said, "Yes, I am Wen Fuyue, the peak master of Hongchen Peak of Nanhua Sect. The three disciples behind you are my disciples."
The elders from other sects still emanated their imposing aura, so much so that they couldn't even lift their heads under Shen Fengzhi's pressure. They could only deduce the development of events from the conversation between Wen Fuyue and the woman.
Shen Fengzhi feigned anger and said, "I am Shen Fengzhi, the sect master of Lingwei Sect. My sect encountered a disaster a thousand years ago, which is why we sought refuge here."
"I have tolerated you juniors for years running around my secret realm and acting recklessly, but I never expected that you would actually have the idea of spying on my mountain gate."
The other twelve sect elders secretly groaned, "Who knew that your sect's living father was hidden in the secret realm?"
The sect leader of Lingwei Sect is a ruthless character who has reached the half-step ascension stage. Even if Shen Fengzhi kills everyone present today, their sect will have nowhere to seek justice.
Of those present, only Wen Fuyue spoke up. Wen Fuyue quickly said, "Please forgive us, senior. We did not mean to offend your sect."
"My three disciples are still young. Please, senior, spare their lives."
The other twelve elders, whose mouths were sealed, were all numb: Don't just speak for your disciple, say a few words for us too.
Upon hearing this, Shen Fengzhi's expression softened slightly, and he said, "I will not touch your three disciples. All of this is out of respect for Sword Master Huaichuan."
"From this day forward, anyone who trespasses into the Rakshasa Illusionary Realm shall die."
Before anyone could react, the Yin-Yang fish seal that the weapon cultivators had surrounded cracked inch by inch.