Chapter 201: You Dare Speak to Me Like That?
“Brother Li, once you're inside the Great Strength Divine Demon Sect, you’d best be wary of the Star-Moon Divine Sect and the Great Chu Dynasty.”
The Third Princess hesitated for a moment, then left behind those words before turning to leave, her figure disappearing into the misty light.
‘Star-Moon Demon Sect… and Great Chu, huh?’
Li Xun’s gaze swept into the distance, resting for a moment on two particular groups of cultivators. These were no minor sects—they were powerful forces, and both had grudges against him.
Once inside the sealed world, it was almost certain they would try to settle the score.
The Star-Moon Demon Sect's Holy Son may have been taken out of the game, but they still had no shortage of Divine Palace Realm experts.
If they really came after him in that small world, it would be a serious problem—not insurmountable, but not trivial either.
‘Let’s hope the system delivers this time,’ Li Xun thought to himself.
‘If it does… maybe I’ll give them a surprise they’ll never forget.’
He glanced to his side at Qin Xueyi, her expression as cold and unreadable as ever, then turned his gaze to the disciples of Profound Sun Holy Land gathered behind him.
“Let’s go,” he said calmly. “Time to head in.”
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Meanwhile, over on the Great Chu side.
Prince Chu Lingfeng waved off Yang Yi, who had been standing beside him. His gaze was fixed on Li Xun’s departing figure, the depths of his eyes flickering with a frigid, killing light.
“Your Highness, shall we pursue him now?”
An elderly man stepped forward quietly. His appearance was stooped, his steps slow and shaky, and his aura seemed no stronger than that of a Life and Death Realm cultivator.
At a glance, anyone would have dismissed him as a frail, insignificant old man.
But in reality?
The so-called “servants” behind Chu Lingfeng were all Divine Palace Realm cultivators, each one carefully concealing their true strength.
The strongest among them was already at the peak of the Divine Palace Realm, just a step away from the Half-Saint Realm.
They had deliberately used aura-suppressing techniques to avoid drawing attention from rival factions.
“Not yet,” Chu Lingfeng said softly, “Profound Sun Holy Land has a Saint Realm cultivator nearby. If we make our move too openly, that Saint might just charge into the sealed realm without hesitation.”
In these wild, remote mountains, the strongest cultivators seen on the surface might appear to be only Divine Palace Realm. But in truth, there were several Saints lurking in the shadows.
No one knew exactly how many.
But it was certain that Profound Sun’s Saint was here—watching.
And most likely, so was the Saint of the Great Zhou Empire.
After all, this location sat practically on the Great Zhou’s doorstep. If they hadn’t shown up, that would’ve been strange.
The Saints didn’t enter the sealed world for a simple reason:
While Divine Palace Realm experts could battle within it without too much risk, if Saints began fighting inside, the entire miniature world could be destroyed.
And if that happened, everyone’s efforts would go to waste.
“Let’s move.”
Chu Lingfeng gave the order with a calm, composed tone.
“This mysterious space isn’t that big. One way or another, we’ll run into him sooner or later.”
“He killed one Divine Palace Realm expert… Sure. But can he kill two? Three? Four?”
This time, the Great Chu Dynasty had gone all-in, deploying six Divine Palace Realm cultivators.
No matter how monstrous Li Xun’s talents were, in Chu Lingfeng’s eyes, his defeat was inevitable.
The Profound Sun Holy Land couldn’t possibly match that level of force.
At most, they had one or two Divine Palace experts of their own—and even they were unlikely to throw their lives away for Li Xun.
‘Which means,’ Chu Lingfeng smirked inwardly, ‘This time… he’s completely alone.’
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On the side of the Star-Moon Demon Sect, voices rang out as well:
“The Primordial Holy Land has entered, so has the Heavenly Heart Sacred Holy Land… not to mention Profound Sun Holy Land and both the Great Zhou Empire and Great Chu Dynasty.”
“It’s time. We’re heading in too.”
An old man spoke in a calm, emotionless voice.
“E-Elder… avenge me…”
Ge Chongyun lay weakly upon a slab of jade. Trembling, he reached out a bloodied hand and tugged at the elder’s sleeve. His voice was barely coherent, each word laced with unbearable pain.
That punch from Li Xun—It had been utterly devastating.
Though it hadn’t claimed his life, it had shattered every bone in his body. His internal organs had been violently shaken, and now even speaking caused him unimaginable agony.
“…Mm.”
The elder gave a cold, indifferent nod.
He had little sympathy for Ge Chongyun because what had just transpired had been utterly humiliating.
As the Holy Son of the Star-Moon Divine Sect, he could lose, yes. But not like that..
Just one punch, and he was nearly dead.
Now the entire Star-Moon Divine Sect had become a laughingstock.
Fortunately, the sect still had their Holy Maiden.
But even that wasn’t entirely reassuring. The Holy Maiden had been cultivated by another faction within the sect—one that stood in opposition to this elder’s group.
“…Thank you… Elder…”
Gratitude flickered in Ge Chongyun’s bloodshot eyes.
He knew full well he’d never be able to take revenge on Li Xun himself.
But if this elder could kill that man, at least his disgrace could be washed away in blood.
“Great Chu will certainly make a move against Li Xun,” said another elder from the Star-Moon Demon Sect in a low voice.
“We might be able to lend them a hand from the shadows. It’d be doing them a favor, and we’d be avenging our Holy Son as well. Two birds with one stone.”
“Hmph. You make it sound too easy.”
The lead elder of the Star-Moon Demon Sect snorted.
He left one elder behind to watch over Ge Chongyun, then turned and led the others into the Great Strength Divine Demon Sect’s secret realm.
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Once most of the crowd had entered the portal, two figures arrived at the edge of the wild mountains—one tall, one small.
They looked dust-covered and travel-worn, like they had crossed the entire wilderness on foot.
Bloodstains covered their clothes—not their own, but the blood of demonic beasts. The wild mountains were still crawling with dangerous creatures, and even Divine Palace Realm beastman had been sighted.
For ordinary cultivators traveling alone, it was a deathtrap.
The older figure was a young man whose cultivation had only just reached the early Life and Death Realm.
The smaller figure—barely eight years old—was even weaker, just at the late Profound Elixir Realm.
“Pfft—”
Seeing the pair approach, one of the Spirit Clan members immediately broke into mocking laughter.
“Where did these kids come from? Profound Elixir Realm? Are you serious? Did no one ever teach them what ‘death’ means?”
Those entering the Great Strength Divine Demon Sect were, at minimum, Divine Power Realm cultivators. Profound Elixir cultivators were almost nonexistent—especially not literal children.
It was obvious.
Anyone at that level entering the secret realm was as good as dead.
“Keep yapping and I’ll eat you.”
The child, around seven or eight, narrowed his eyes and bared a row of pristine white teeth at the mocking Spirit Clan member.
His voice rang out clear and fierce.
“…What?”
The Spirit Clan member eyes narrowed dangerously. Killing intent surged.
“You dare speak to me like that?”