47: Chapter 47 Why did Luo Qingxue come?

In the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the morning mist had not yet dispersed.

Baicao Valley, Shennong Square.

High incense burned within the three-legged bronze tripod, and the blue smoke rose straight into the clouds.

Hundreds of Inner Sect Disciples stood in their assigned positions, silent as the grave.

Grand Elder Yuan Tong stood on the left side of the high platform.

He had changed into a brand-new purple-gold Daoist robe, unable to hide the smugness between his brows.

A folding chair was placed in the center of the high platform.

The seat that should have belonged to the Valley Master was now occupied by a young man.

He wore a python robe embroidered with a five-clawed golden Dragon and played with two jade balls in his hands.

The Second Prince of the Great Xia Dynasty, Xia Qingfeng.

Two guards at the Soul Transformation Stage Middle Stage stood behind him like two iron towers.

"Why hasn't that old man Mu arrived yet?"

Xia Qingfeng stopped playing with the jade balls, which emitted a crisp clinking sound. "This Prince's time is precious; I have no time to waste on a half-dead man."

Yuan Tong bowed and smiled ingratiatingly, "Your Highness, please calm your anger. That old thing was forced to expel some of the ice poison last night and is barely hanging on by a thread. He has no choice but to attend today's Ancestral Worship Ceremony. As long as he hands over the shennong seal in public, this Baicao Valley will become Your Highness's personal garden in the future."

Just as he finished speaking.

Two figures walked up the stone steps at the end of the square.

Su Qianxue supported Mu Qingteng as they walked step by step onto the high platform.

Mu Qingteng's complexion was ashen, but there was less Death Qi than yesterday.

He gasped for breath with every step he took.

The eyes of the entire crowd converged upon them.

Xia Qingfeng leaned back in the chair and did not stand up.

Mu Qingteng stopped at the edge of the high platform, looking at the young man sitting in his seat, then at the smiling Yuan Tong beside him.

"Yuan Tong."

Mu Qingteng's voice was hoarse, with a whistling, broken tone. "Colluding with outsiders to seize the Sect's foundation. How can you face the Ancestral Masters of the past?"

Yuan Tong put away his smile and straightened his back.

"Valley Master, don't put it so harshly. You have been poisoned and in seclusion for three hundred years. Baicao Valley has been without a leader and has long been left behind by other forces. I am finding a way out for the Sect. The Great Xia Dynasty has a deep foundation, and with the protection of the Second Prince, Baicao Valley can regain its glory."

"Sophistry."

Mu Qingteng coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

Xia Qingfeng stood up and walked over to Mu Qingteng.

"Old Valley Master, those who know the times are wise. If you hand over the shennong seal, this Prince will ensure you can spend your remaining years in peace in the back mountain. Otherwise, I fear this Shennong Square will see blood today."

The two guards at the Soul Transformation Stage took a step forward.

Their pressure spread out.

The Disciples in the front row were unable to breathe under the pressure and retreated one after another.

Su Qianxue stepped forward, blocking in front of Mu Qingteng.

She pushed her Foundation Establishment Great Circle cultivation to the limit, resisting the pressure of the two Soul Transformation Stage cultivators head-on.

Her bones made a grinding sound under the unbearable load, but her back remained straight.

"The affairs of Baicao Valley are not for the Great Xia Dynasty to interfere in."

Su Qianxue held up the charred wooden token.

The shennong order.

Yuan Tong's eyelids twitched.

Xia Qingfeng glanced at the wooden token and scoffed. "Using a piece of rotten wood as an order? Little girl, what are you, to dare to clamor before this Prince? Take her down, dead or alive."

The two guards received the order and reached out to grab Su Qianxue.

Inside the ring, Danqingzi's Soul body fluctuated violently, preparing to force an attack regardless of the backlash.

The sky darkened.

Without warning.

The originally sunny sky was covered by thick, dark clouds.

The temperature plummeted.

The high incense in the bronze tripod on the square froze, and the blue smoke snapped in two.

A pressure far exceeding the Soul Transformation Stage descended from the sky, slamming heavily onto Shennong Square.

The two Soul Transformation Stage guards who had reached out froze in mid-air.

They looked up in terror, but could not move even a single finger.

The black clouds parted.

A pitch-black spirit boat pierced through the clouds and hovered above the square.

On the bow of the spirit boat, a pale skull totem was carved.

Xuanming Hall.

The leader of the Demonic Path in the Central Plains.

A tall figure leaped down from the spirit boat.

Her black dress fluttered.

Luo Qingxue landed steadily on the high platform, standing between Su Qianxue and Xia Qingfeng.

She did not look at Xia Qingfeng, but turned to look at Su Qianxue.

"Miss Su, we meet again."

Luo Qingxue's tone was flat.

Su Qianxue recognized this face.

The woman on the Far North Icefield who was revered as the Master by Xuanming Hall.

"You…"

Su Qianxue was full of questions.

Xia Qingfeng, being ignored, felt his anger rise.

Although he was intimidated by the pressure just now, he was used to running rampant in the Central Plains, and with the background of the Great Xia Dynasty, he was fearless.

"Where did this madman come from? Daring to meddle in the affairs of the Great Xia Dynasty!"

Xia Qingfeng shouted sternly.

Luo Qingxue turned her head and looked at Xia Qingfeng.

"Great Xia Dynasty?"

Her tone had no fluctuations at all. "What is that?"

Xia Qingfeng was furious. "Kill her!"

The two guards tried their best to break free from the restraint, summoned their Magic Treasures, and attacked Luo Qingxue from the left and right.

Luo Qingxue did not move.

A withered hand reached out from the Void Realm.

Half-step Creation Realm.

Ye Lan.

That hand grasped into thin air.

Before the two Soul Transformation Stage guards could even scream, their bodies exploded directly, turning into two clouds of blood mist.

Their Magic Treasures shattered into iron slag and scattered all over the ground.

The smell of blood spread across the square.

The entire crowd was silent.

Hundreds of Baicao Valley Disciples did not even dare to breathe.

Yuan Tong's legs went weak, and he knelt directly on the ground.

The color drained from Xia Qingfeng's face, and the jade balls fell to the ground, rolling far away.

His trump card, which he was so proud of, had been crushed by someone like an ant.

"You… who exactly are you? I am the Second Prince of Great Xia, my Imperial Father is…"

"Noisy."

Luo Qingxue interrupted him.

Ye Lan flicked his finger.

A burst of Qi pierced through Xia Qingfeng's Dantian.

A crisp cracking sound rang out.

Xia Qingfeng fell backward, clutching his lower abdomen and rolling on the ground.

His Nascent Soul was crippled; he could only be a Mortal for the rest of his life.

"Spare his dog life."

Luo Qingxue looked at Xia Qingfeng rolling on the ground. "Throw him out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Let the people of the Great Xia Dynasty come and collect him themselves."

Several black-clad guards from Xuanming Hall descended and dragged Xia Qingfeng away like a dead dog.

Luo Qingxue turned her gaze to Yuan Tong, who was kneeling on the ground trembling.

"Does Baicao Valley need me to handle the cleaning of the Sect for you?"

She asked Mu Qingteng.

Mu Qingteng took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Kill."

Ye Lan raised his hand and the blade fell.

Yuan Tong's head fell to the ground.

A crisis that threatened to overturn the Sect was flattened by violence in less than half an incense stick of time.