Chapter 218 - 215 Tense Situation (Literally: Swords Drawn and Bows Bent)

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Chapter 218: Chapter 215 Tense Situation (Literally: Swords Drawn and Bows Bent)"Ye Xuan, how did you end up in the Blood Soul Pond?" Murong Yun was also utterly astonished upon the sudden emergence of Ye Xuan from the pond. Previously, they had not detected any trace of Ye Xuan. Could it be that he had been ahead of them all this time? "This matter is a long story; I’ll explain it to the Hall Master after we return." Ye Xuan had no intention of elaborating. The matter concerning the Netherworld Corpse King was complicated and, given his current strength, how could he possibly kill a being of the Netherworld Corpse King’s caliber? Speaking of such feats would only invite ridicule and baseless suspicions. "Ha-ha, good! I originally thought that we had fallen into an ambush set by the Black Demon Sect and feared we would suffer heavy casualties. However, it turns out that evil does not prevail over good. No matter how meticulous the Black Demon Sect’s calculations were, they still fell short of success." Murong Yun said with a laugh, clearly delighted by their turnaround victory. Not just him, but the experts from the other great sects, like Ouyang Lie from the Wildfire Sect, were also brimming with excitement. Clearly, the victory left them all in high spirits. "Indeed." Ye Xuan nodded, however, if it had not been for his breach of the array at the bottom of the pond, which had forced the Netherworld Corpse King out, followed by the being’s slaying, it was still hard to say what the outcome might have been. At this moment, a commotion suddenly erupted from the rear of the crowd. Within their line of sight, a dozen or so black-clothed individuals were tightly bound and being escorted forward. These people were obviously strong members of the Black Demon Sect who had become captives during the recent fierce battle. Ye Xuan’s gaze swept over them, but when he saw a slender silhouette amongst them, his eyes suddenly narrowed. Within his line of sight, among the captured Black Demon Sect members, was none other than Mu Yan. "Elder Ouyang, Hall Masters, these are the remnant scum of the Black Demon Sect captured just now." The captives were led by Long Zhiyang and appeared in front of Zhang Wuchen, Murong Yun, and others. "Hmph, scum of the Black Demon Sect, they should just be killed outright, what use is taking captives?" Ouyang Lie snorted coldly, his eyes filled with a chilling intention to kill as he stared at the dozen or so people before him. "As for the others, they can be disposed of at will, but within these captives is one of the Eight Demon Generals, the Heart Demon Witch. I dare not make decisions on my own and would defer to the Hall Masters and Elder Ouyang for how to deal with her." Long Zhiyang glanced at Mu Yan not far away with a distinctly calm expression, then stepped back. "The Heart Demon Witch? Is that the witch who goes around draining men of their vital essence?" Ouyang Lie’s eyes grew colder, "Many disciples of my Wildfire Sect have lost their lives to this witch. Let me personally execute her!" With that said, Ouyang Lie quickly stepped forward, and red True Qi swiftly spread between his palms, flaring up like a fireball. His intent to kill was palpable. "Wait!" Just as Ouyang Lie was about to strike, Ye Xuan furrowed his brow and immediately halted him. However, as soon as his shout fell, the people around all looked at him with bewildered eyes. To them, it seemed perfectly reasonable for Ouyang Lie to personally kill a witch; they wondered why Ye Xuan was intervening at this point. "Young man, what do you intend to do?" Ouyang Lie stared coldly at Ye Xuan. Under such a gaze, Ye Xuan’s expression remained unchanged, "This witch has tried to harm me time and again. At Wanxiang Mountain, she dragged me into a deep abyss, nearly costing me my life. Such a deep hatred is beyond redemption. The execution of this witch should be by my hand—I will make her wish she were dead. There’s no need for Elder Ouyang to intervene." Ye Xuan moved up to stand side-by-side with Ouyang Lie. Should the latter make any sudden move, Ye Xuan would have no choice but to act. "Boy, do you wish to contend with me for this person?" Ouyang Lie narrowed his eyes, a domineering aura suddenly releasing from his entire being. An invisible pressure enveloped Ye Xuan. "Why not?" Ye Xuan’s expression remained calm; his posture as steady as a boulder. The imposing pressure from Ouyang Lie was unable to shake him in the slightest; his breathing did not even waver. "Hmph, afraid you’re not qualified for that!" Ouyang Lie’s voice suddenly intensified as his aura skyrocketed, like a great mountain pressing down on Ye Xuan, as if trying to force him to kneel. "Ouyang Lie!" At this juncture, Murong Yun could no longer stand by. Ouyang Lie was actually exerting his full strength against a junior. It was entirely unnecessary—in the event that Ye Xuan did indeed kneel before Ouyang Lie, the latter’s self-esteem would be seriously damaged, which would not be a good outcome. "Fool who overestimates himself." Long Zhiyang sneered in the shadows. Ye Xuan was practically asking for trouble. Ouyang Lie was among the strongest few within the Wildfire Sect, yet Ye Xuan dared to act arrogantly in front of him, truly not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth. However, the expected scene didn’t unfold. When Ouyang Lie released an atmosphere heavy like a mountain, a sharp aura like a treasured sword also burst forth from Ye Xuan. Astonishingly, it resisted Ouyang Lie’s imposing presence, creating an equally matched situation. "How could this be?" Ouyang Lie was taken aback. How could a mere First Grade Martial Sect Master remain so composed in front of his imposing presence? How was this possible? Not just him, Murong Yun, Long Zhiyang, and others were equally astonished. They were all very clear about Ouyang Lie’s strength. Ye Xuan had only just stepped into the First Grade Martial Sect Master Realm and been promoted to True Disciple not long ago. There was still a significant gap between him and Ouyang Lie. But the reality was before their eyes. Ye Xuan was in no way inferior to Ouyang Lie in terms of aura! Just as Ouyang Lie’s expression darkened, preparing to be unrelentingly persistent, Murong Yun’s cold voice also passed over, "Elder Ouyang, let’s stop here, shall we? It doesn’t matter who deals with this witch. Why is Elder Ouyang so insistent? Could it be that you have some ulterior motive?" "Hmph, what sort of schemes could I have? Instead, it’s your disciple who is showing disrespect to his elders. Your Heavenly Martial Hall should properly discipline your disciples." Ouyang Lie huffed. After giving Ye Xuan a deep look, he flung his sleeves and left. With Murong Yun and Zhang Wuchen both present, he couldn’t possibly do anything to Ye Xuan. He hadn’t managed to suppress Ye Xuan with his imposing presence; how could he even think about using force? "Junior Brother Ye, you seem a little too concerned about this witch, don’t you think? Even if there is a grudge, does it matter who kills her? Perhaps you’ve taken a fancy to this witch’s beauty? Well, she is indeed attractive, tsk tsk..." As soon as Ouyang Lie left, Long Zhiyang suddenly cracked a smile. He scanned Mu Yan, unconsciously reaching out to touch the perky part of her body. Slap! Ye Xuan slapped away Long Zhiyang’s hand and then pulled Mu Yan to his side, saying with a cold laugh, "Not everyone is like you. Besides, how I handle this seems to have nothing to do with Brother Long, unless you’re worried... about the safety of your own people?" When Ye Xuan uttered the words "your own people," he deliberately emphasized them, leaning in close to Long Zhiyang’s face. Long Zhiyang’s expression shifted slightly, then quickly turned cold, "I don’t know what Junior Brother Ye is talking about. Without evidence, such accusations cannot be made lightly, otherwise, that’s slander." "Evidence will come in time. Be careful." Ye Xuan whispered into Long Zhiyang’s ear. He hadn’t planned to expose Long Zhiyang right there and then. As the other had stated, he indeed had no evidence, and even if he spoke out, it wouldn’t lead to any result. But after Ye Xuan spoke, a flash of coldness went through Long Zhiyang’s eyes, flickering uncertainly deep within his pupils. Meanwhile, not far away, Ling Qianxue’s pretty face revealed a thoughtful expression. Considering the events from before, Long Zhiyang indeed seemed suspicious. However, currently, only she and Ye Xuan suspected Long Zhiyang. After all, the other was the big senior brother of Qian Hall, the foremost among the True Disciples. To claim that he was in collusion with the Black Demon Sect without evidence was unfounded. "We should not stay here for long. Before we leave, let’s seal up this place." Murong Yun instructed the Martial Artists, and the others nodded. Although the Blood Soul Pond was already severely damaged, this former base of the Black Demon Sect needed to be completely destroyed. "Yes." Immediately, everyone began to act, setting to work destroying the area around the Blood Soul Pond. Outside the swamp. Ye Xuan brought Mu Yan to a secluded, uninhabited area and began to untie the ropes on her. He then frowned slightly, "With your strength, you shouldn’t have been caught, should you?" "After breaking the Prohibition from the inside, I intended to leave, but I ran into that Ouyang Lie. He wounded me, and that’s why I couldn’t escape." Mu Yan wiped the dried blood from the corner of her mouth, looking to be gravely injured. "You broke the Prohibition?" Ye Xuan was surprised. He had wondered how Murong Yun and the others managed to get through the valley’s depths. That Prohibition wasn’t easy to break, but breaking it from the inside would indeed be much easier. "If I hadn’t broken the Prohibition, many more would have entered the Blood Soul Pond. Once the Prohibition was broken and the Six Great Sects’ people stormed in, the situation became chaotic, lightening the pressure on you. I was afraid you’d be killed, which would render all my prior efforts futile," Mu Yan said indifferently. "It seems I really should thank you then." Ye Xuan’s mouth curved slightly, though he knew he was protected by the Flood Dragon. If a bunch of Black Demon Sect’s powerhouses, the Blood Demon King, the Bloodsucking Demon General, and others, had entered the Blood Soul Pond while he was in a coma, any blunder could have been irreparable. "No need. I’m just honoring our agreement. You just need to remember what you promised," Mu Yan seemed nonchalant. "Rest assured, I won’t forget my promises. As for the Soul-devouring Curse afflicting you, I already have a solution. It’s just missing one thing. Once that’s obtained, the issue will be resolved," Ye Xuan stated. Ye Xuan was a man of his word. His departure from the Tiannan Region would likely happen soon. The promise made to Mu Yan naturally needed to be fulfilled beforehand so he could leave with a clear conscience.

Chapter 218 - 215 Tense Situation (Literally: Swords Drawn and Bows Bent)

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