Nine Revolutions Star Technique-Chapter 421 - 423: When Immortals Battle, Mortals Suffer
West Cold Mountain.
It is a gigantic mountain located three hundred li away from the Celestial Sea Continent, standing as tall as three thousand six hundred zhang, making it the most majestic and grand mountain peak in the Celestial Sea Continent. It’s said to be a sacred mountain where a powerful figure once ascended to the heavens in broad daylight, becoming famous throughout the Western Region.
However, West Cold Mountain has now become the territory of the Celestial God Sect.
The Mountain Division of the Celestial God Sect uses West Cold Mountain as its center and controls the surrounding seven or eight continents, including the Celestial Sea Continent.
It was precisely because of this reason that Shan Xuantong rushed here so promptly when the news of the valuable treasure came out!
"Is that West Cold Mountain? It’s so spectacular!"
Su Muzhe gazed into the distance.
Whoosh!
In front of the two people appeared a vast plain. At the end of the plain stood a solitary peak, like a sword piercing straight into the sky. Countless floating clouds hovered halfway up the mountain, obscuring most of West Cold Mountain.
It appeared exceedingly mysterious.
From a distance, it gave an otherworldly impression.
"Could it be true, the legend that a powerful figure ascended here?"
Su Muzhe stroked his chin.
"It is indeed somewhat intriguing." Ye Qingchen squinted his eyes. As his cultivation realm improved, he also realized that some seemingly ethereal legends on the continent weren’t just baseless rumors.
Suddenly, Su Muzhe’s eyes widened, pointing ahead: "Young Master Ye, something seems to be happening up front!"
"Let’s go see!"
Immediately, the two continued towards the direction of West Cold Mountain.
As they approached.
They found that beneath West Cold Mountain, there was a massive city. However, many people were being driven out of the city, looking hurried, seemingly fleeing with their families.
"What happened in the city?" Su Muzhe stopped someone to ask.
That person carefully examined Su Muzhe and Ye Qingchen, confirming they weren’t from the Celestial God Sect, and then poured out his grievances.
"Oh, you two must be new here, right? You can’t go to Xiliang City now! I heard the Celestial God Sect has provoked a formidable enemy, and they’re currently driving people out of the city. Tsk, it’s truly like gods fighting while mortals suffer!"
"Driving people out?" Su Muzhe asked, puzzled.
"Yes, it’s said that Mr. Ye is coming to kill, and the Celestial God Sect is worried Mr. Ye will sneak into West Cold Mountain mixed in with the city’s people." The man sighed, "Unfortunately, we had to leave our homeland!"
Ye Qingchen, upon hearing this, wasn’t surprised.
The Celestial God Sect has a strong foothold in the Western Region, and they must have long ago received word of his impending arrival. If they did nothing, that would be truly strange!
The man finished speaking and did not linger, hurriedly leaving as if chased by evil spirits.
By observing others on the road, they were mostly the same.
The two exchanged glances and started heading towards Xiliang City.
As they got closer, there were more and more fleeing people, as if the entire Xiliang City was emptying. Looking again at Xiliang City, it was already bustling with people, all dressed in black robes, clearly members of the Celestial God Sect.
It was then that suddenly from the front came the sound of fighting and shouting, unmistakably from the direction of the city gate.
"Hey, let’s go see!"
Ye Qingchen frowned and walked quickly over.
Arriving at the scene, they saw two groups confronting each other in front of the city gate.
On one side were members of the Celestial God Sect, while the other side was led by an old man. The atmosphere between the two parties was tense, yet it was obvious to any observer that the Celestial God Sect wielded a stronger presence.
"Old Ghost Wu, do you dare defy our Celestial God Sect’s orders? Oppose our Celestial God Sect?"
The old man referred to as Old Ghost Wu, upon hearing this, showed a hint of shame and anger on his face, "Isn’t your Celestial God Sect a bit too domineering? I tolerated being driven out of the city! I even endured when you seized Wu Family’s century-old savings! But now you want to seize my granddaughter?"
Ye Qingchen looked up.
Indeed.
The old man was protecting a girl of about sixteen or seventeen, whose appearance was exceptional. At that moment, she was crying like a weeping flower, evoking pity. The people behind the old man also showed faces full of anger, seemingly very unwilling.
Su Muzhe couldn’t help but frown.
"Why, the Celestial God Sect taking a liking to her is a blessing she won’t get in her lifetime." A Celestial God Sect disciple named Shan Kun stepped forward with a smile that was not quite a smile, saying: "Old Ghost Wu, you better think it through!"
Upon these words, the faces of the Wu Family’s people all changed; the threat contained in these words was unmistakable.
"Old Wu, let it go!"
"The Celestial God Sect fancies your granddaughter, from now on you’ll be family with the Celestial God Sect!"
"Yeah, who knows, if the Celestial God Sect’s people get happy, you might actually turn calamity into a blessing!"
The other onlookers also advised.
Upon hearing the surrounding voices, the girl turned pale with fright and hurriedly hid in the old man’s arms. The old man, hearing these words, turned flush with anger and trembled all over.
Evidently it’s the Celestial God Sect doing evil, yet it became his own blessing? If his granddaughter fell into their hands, how could she have a good outcome?
"Impossible!" the old man shouted angrily, stepping forward with his knife: "To take my granddaughter, you’ll have to step over my dead body first!"
Shan Kun was surprised, clearly not expecting the old man to defy him. But soon, a sinister grin appeared on his face, and he coldly said: "Old Ghost Wu, it seems you still don’t get it!"
At this moment.
The old man suddenly felt an indescribable danger sweeping over him, his hair standing on end, as if a fierce tiger was eyeing him.
"Run!"
The old man shouted suddenly, pushing his granddaughter aside, taking a step forward fiercely, and slashing out with his knife.
"Zheng!"
The crowd saw a dazzling blade light suddenly appear, like the Golden Crow spreading its wings under the scorching sun. At that moment, the old man slashed thirty-two times, the quickest of which even tore through the gale, sending a torrent of blade shadows sweeping towards the opponent.
But Shan Kun merely sneered, neither blocking nor dodging, and only when the sky full of blade shadows was about to reach him did he gently clench his right hand and punch.
His punch was soundless, yet its power was to the extreme.
Only to see.
The sky-covering blade shadows under this punch disappeared like spring snow under the blazing sun, without a trace. Everyone heard a ’crack’ as the punch landed heavily on the old man’s chest.
"Poof!"
The old man spat blood, his entire body flying backward like an arrow leaving a bowstring.
"Grandfather!"
The girl cried out miserably, tears flowing like streams.
Yet Shan Kun maintained his ferocious demeanor, showing no intention of stopping. "Old Ghost Wu, I gave you a chance, you have no one to blame but yourself for not cherishing it! After your death, I’ll take good care of your granddaughter..."
The old man heard this, his face full of grief and anger.
Others stood silently, watching coldly, no one daring to make a sound. Some mocked the old man for not knowing his place, others pitied that he would soon perish, and some sympathized with the potential fate of the girl.
Just when everyone thought the grandfather and granddaughter were doomed.
Suddenly a voice came:
"Isn’t your Celestial God Sect a bit too domineering?"
