87: You're saying he's the sect leader?

"No, not this time. Absolutely not."

"It's just, Youer, isn't your tail wrapped a bit too tightly?"

"It's better tight, so it won't get lost."

At the same time, a younger Elder quickly caught up to Xuan Zhen, who was walking ahead.

"Elder Xuan Zhen, please stop!"

Xuan Zhen stopped, turning to look at him.

The young Elder's face showed hesitation, and he lowered his voice: "Elder, is that person... really our Sect Master?

But his cultivation… seems to only be at the Soul Transformation Stage?"

Xuan Zhen's originally calm face darkened.

"Presumptuous!"

A low shout, carrying the pressure of the Void Refining Stage, made the man freeze on the spot, all further words stuck in his throat.

"The Sect Master's identity, is that something you can question?"

Xuan Zhen's eyes were cold, "Even if the Sect Master is now at the Soul Transformation Stage, even if his cultivation is completely lost, as long as he stands here, he is the only Sect Master of the Daochu Sect!

If I hear such remarks again, you will be treated as a traitor to the sect!"

The young Elder's face turned pale, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and he quickly bowed: "This subordinate knows his mistake! This subordinate absolutely did not mean that, it's just..."

"No 'just'!"

Xuan Zhen directly interrupted him, "Do your duty.

The battle two days from now, proceed according to the plan. If anything goes wrong, bring me your head."

"...Yes!"

On the morning two days later, before the sky was fully bright, a thin mist enveloped Mount Wendao.

The Disciples of the Daochu Sect had already lined up in the square in front of the main hall, their expressions tense, awaiting the impending attack.

Elder Xuan Zhen stood at the very front of the line, his gaze occasionally sweeping over Su Lin and Ye You beside him.

In the sky outside the mountain gate, streaks of light converged.

The people of the Dao Pavilion arrived as scheduled.

The leader was none other than the Dao Pavilion Old Ancestor.

He was treading on a massive, dark yellow gourd covered in gnarls.

This person was extremely ugly, his facial features seemed to have been casually kneaded and then pasted onto his face, and he wore a wide black robe, which made his figure appear even more short and stout.

Behind him followed hundreds of Cultivators, the lowest of whom were at the Core Formation Stage.

And the dozens of Cultivators in the front row had already reached the Soul Transformation Realm.

The Dao Pavilion Old Ancestor looked at the flickering spiritual light of the mountain-protecting Formation below, letting out an unpleasant laugh.

"Old Man Xuan Zhen! Why aren't you rolling out to your death! How much longer can your broken Formation last?"

Elder Xuan Zhen led the Disciples, standing in the mountain gate square, looking up with a cold gaze.

"Old Thief of Dao Pavilion, don't be so arrogant! As long as I, Xuan Zhen, am here, you will not set foot in my Daochu Sect!"

"Hahahaha!" The Dao Pavilion Old Ancestor laughed wildly, patting the gourd beneath him, "Then let's see if your Formation can last through today!"

He said no more, waving his hand as a signal.

Dozens of Dao Pavilion Cultivators behind him simultaneously activated their spiritual power, and various colored lights converged, striking fiercely against the mountain-protecting Formation.

A loud bang.

The light barrier of the mountain-protecting Formation trembled violently.

"Again! The Formation can't hold on much longer!"

Seeing this, the Dao Pavilion Old Ancestor stood on the huge gourd, a look of joyful surprise on his face.

Dozens of Dao Pavilion Cultivators behind him once again gathered their spiritual power, and various colored lights fiercely struck the protective shield.

The protective shield emitted a hum, then transformed into countless specks of light and dissipated.

The Dao Pavilion Old Ancestor was stunned for a moment, then his face revealed ecstatic joy.

"It's broken! Hahahaha! Old Man Xuan Zhen, your Formation is finally shattered!"

"All Disciples, heed my command! Follow me and kill!"

With a wave of his large hand, the massive gourd beneath him carried him, and he was the first to charge towards the Daochu Sect mountain gate.

The Dao Pavilion Cultivators followed closely behind, and the shouts of battle immediately erupted.

Seeing this, Elder Xuan Zhen's face showed a perfectly timed hint of panic, and he shouted to the Disciples behind him: "Retreat! Quickly retreat to the main hall!"

The Daochu Sect Disciples quickly retreated as ordered, their Formation seemingly chaotic but actually orderly, shrinking towards the main hall square.

The Dao Pavilion crowd landed one after another, semi-surrounding Xuan Zhen and the retreating Disciples in front of the main hall square.

The Dao Pavilion Old Ancestor jumped down from the gourd, his eyes sweeping over the prepared Daochu Sect members, finally resting on Xuan Zhen.

"Xuan Zhen, do you have any last words?"

Just then, Xuan Zhen stepped aside.

Behind him, the figure previously obscured by the Disciples was revealed.

A man in white stood there calmly.

Beside him was a stunningly beautiful woman, and four young girls with cat ears.

The Dao Pavilion Old Ancestor's gaze swept over Su Lin, sensing the spiritual power fluctuations of the Soul Transformation Stage on him, he was first stunned, then burst into even more ear-piercing laughter.

"Hahahahaha! Xuan Zhen, you're truly mad!

I thought you were hiding some incredible trump card.

After waiting for so long, all I get is a Soul Transformation Stage Cultivator?"

He laughed so hard he bent over, pointing at Su Lin.

"Just him? You want to turn the tide with a Soul Transformation Stage Cultivator? Have you been beaten silly?"

Xuan Zhen was expressionless, merely bowing slightly to Su Lin and saying: "Sect Master."

Su Lin nodded, his gaze calmly fixed on the Dao Pavilion Old Ancestor.

The Dao Pavilion Old Ancestor's laughter abruptly stopped, as if his throat had been squeezed. "Sect Master?"

He scrutinized Su Lin up and down, his face full of absurdity.

"You say he's the Sect Master? That Su Lin who died a hundred years ago?"

Elder Xuan Zhen, hearing the words of the Dao Pavilion Old Ancestor, instinctively felt a wave of trepidation.

He immediately released his Divine Sense, sweeping it over Ye You beside Su Lin again.

The spiritual power fluctuations fed back by his Divine Sense were indeed only at the Nascent Soul Stage, almost identical to the four maidservants behind him.

But this made him feel even more uneasy.

The mountain-protecting Formation had resisted for so long, why did it fall precisely today?

With these few extra people present, it was broken?

Just then, Su Lin spoke.

"Close the door, beat the dog."

Before his words finished, Ye You, standing beside him, raised her eyes.

The Nascent Soul Stage disguise on her body faded, and a vast, ocean-like aura erupted with a roar!

The pressure of the Body Integration Stage, like a tangible mountain, heavily pressed down on the shoulders of all Dao Pavilion Cultivators.

Cultivators with lower cultivation levels exploded into blood mist under this terrifying pressure.

And Cultivators above the Nascent Soul Stage could only mobilize all their spiritual power to resist the pressure.

The wild laughter on the Dao Pavilion Old Ancestor's face instantly froze, his knees buckled, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Impossible! Body Integration Stage..."

The Dao Pavilion Old Ancestor shrieked, his voice distorted by fear.

He wanted to use his gourd to escape this place.

However, it was too late.

Just as Ye You released her aura, the light barrier of the mountain-protecting Formation, which had seemingly dissipated above the Daochu Sect, reappeared in a more solid state than before.

It completely sealed off the entire Daochu Sect mountain gate, along with all the Dao Pavilion Cultivators who had intruded.

The Dao Pavilion Old Ancestor steered his gourd fiercely into the light barrier, but the barrier remained completely still, instead, a powerful rebound force sent him, man and gourd, flying back, where he fell to the ground in a sorry state.

Elder Xuan Zhen and the Daochu Sect Disciples behind him, although not directly targeted by the pressure, could also feel the suffocating, immense power.

They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock.

Su Lin stepped forward, walking to the Dao Pavilion Old Ancestor, who was slumped on the ground.

"I ask, you answer, or, I will directly search your soul."