Chapter 0820: Lingyun Sect

Chapter 0820: Lingyun Sect

After Xiao Yuemei stabilized the flying treasure, Qin Yun was about to pull out his sword when he noticed the unusual runic patterns on the blade.

"It's a rune-inscribed weapon!" Qin Yun shouted urgently, grabbing Xiao Yuemei and activating the Piercing Mystic Art to escape from the belly of the flying eagle treasure.

KABOOM!

The flying eagle treasure suddenly exploded.

"Damn those scoundrels! They ruined my treasure!" Xiao Yuemei cursed angrily, her heart aching as she looked at the shattered remains.

"Don't worry, I'll craft you a better and stronger mechanical eagle later," Qin Yun quickly reassured her.

Xiao Yuemei's mood improved slightly, and she immediately looked downward, shouting, "It's those guys—let's go down!"

Qin Yun and Xiao Yuemei swiftly descended to the ground.

Below stood over a dozen people, mostly young individuals.

The youths were at the Spirit Martial Realm, while two middle-aged men were at the Profound Martial Realm.

Seeing their group, Qin Yun and Xiao Yuemei quickly surmised that this was likely a senior leading juniors on a training excursion.

Xiao Yuemei wasn’t the type to kill indiscriminately. If the other party had truly acted unintentionally, she would only demand compensation in purple crystal coins, the realm’s currency.

"That eagle wasn’t real—it was my flying treasure! You destroyed it, so you better pay up!" Xiao Yuemei snapped.

The group of young men, seeing Xiao Yuemei’s youthful beauty and charming demeanor, couldn’t help but leer at her.

"Hmph, a mere flying treasure—how many purple crystal coins could it be worth? You even wasted one of my rune-inscribed weapons. You should be the ones reimbursing me!" sneered a broad-jawed middle-aged man.

Just as Xiao Yuemei was about to lose her temper, another gaunt and sun-weathered middle-aged man spoke up, "Both of you, how much would your flying treasure cost? I’ll compensate you."

Seeing his polite attitude, Xiao Yuemei softened slightly. "One million purple crystal coins."

"A million?! That’s outrageous!" The man gasped in shock.

"Flying treasures are pricey, and mine was actually a mid-tier model!" Xiao Yuemei retorted.

"Don’t pay them! They should compensate me for my rune-inscribed weapon—it’s worth two million!" the broad-jawed man bellowed.

"You nearly killed us, and you still dare to talk big?" Xiao Yuemei fumed.

"Both of you, I don’t have that many purple crystal coins on me right now. I’m Lu Shaowen of the Lingyun Sect. Come find me in a month, and I’ll repay you. I’ll write you a written pledge," the middle-aged man said, pulling out a sheet of paper.

"Senior Brother, why are you compensating them? This was their fault in the first place!" the broad-jawed man protested.

"I know who’s right and who’s wrong," Lu Shaowen sighed, shaking his head.

"Fine, since you’ve got sense, I’ll let you off the hook," Xiao Yuemei said, then glared at the other man. "You bastard, if you’ve got the guts, give me your name! I’ll make sure my elders come to compensate you for that shoddy rune-blade of yours!"

The broad-jawed man’s face paled as he realized that these two youths, possessing such a valuable flying treasure at their age, must come from a powerful sect backing.

"Miss, I’ll compensate you with the purple crystal coins. Let’s just settle this matter," Lu Shaowen quickly interjected.

"No! I owe that guy a rune-inscribed weapon, and since I can’t pay now, my elders will compensate him later," Xiao Yuemei harrumphed.

"To be honest, I came here to gather antidote herbs for my youngest son, who’s suffering from a fatal venom. I never expected something like this to happen," Lu Shaowen explained, his tone still polite.

Xiao Yuemei judged people case by case.

"What kind of poison? We’ll help detoxify it!" Xiao Yuemei said. She wasn’t above doing a good deed when it came her way.

"Really... Can you really cure it?" Lu Shaowen’s face showed shock.

"We can!" Qin Yun nodded.

Qin Yun also took a liking to Lu Shaowen and decided to help him along the way.

Lu Shaowen quickly led Qin Yun and Xiao Yuemei away from the mountainous area and back to the Lingyun Sect.

Once out of the mountains, they saw a lake, with the Lingyun Sect situated beside it. Many structures were built right on the water.

Qin Yun and Xiao Yuemei now got why that square-jawed guy had been so cocky—their sect was right outside.

The Lingyun Sect was a minor faction.

Such small sects were usually located far from prosperous areas, playing at being kings of their little hill, so many of their members tended to be quite overbearing.

Some minor sects even masqueraded as martial arts sects while secretly operating as bandit gangs, dabbling in all kinds of shady business.

Seeing that Lu Shaowen was a decent man, Qin Yun guessed the Lingyun Sect was probably okay.

Small sects were rather crude, lacking the opulence of major factions—it had the vibe of some backwater village.

The Lingyun Sect had about two to three thousand members, making them the big fish in this small pond.

Xiao Yuemei and Qin Yun followed Lu Shaowen to a five-story tower on the lake, ascending to the third floor.

To their surprise, the tower housed multiple Martial Kings.

In a quiet room lay a kid with skin turned blue, around five or six years old, his skin dry and wrinkled, oozing faint blue vapor—a sign of severe poisoning.

An old Martial King kept watch over the kid.

The old Martial King bore some resemblance to Lu Shaowen—likely his father.

Grief written all over his face, the old Martial King looked at the child. When he saw Lu Shaowen bringing Qin Yun and Xiao Yuemei in, he hurried over and asked, "Shaowen, did you find the antidote herbs?"

"No... I met these two friends on the way. They claimed they could cure him." Lu Shaowen was an honest man, and he trusted them because Qin Yun and Xiao Yuemei seemed reasonable.

Just then, several elders entered, including the square-jawed middle-aged man.

The moment he stepped in, the square-jawed man barked, "It’s them! They made me waste a talisman artifact!"

"Pah! Old Lu, your grandson's done for—quit fooling yourself! Now, these two owe us a talisman artifact worth millions. We should capture them and make them compensate!" one of the elders sneered.

"All of you, get out! Stop making a scene here!" Old Lu snapped, quickly shooing them away.

After closing the door, Qin Yun took out the Little Jade Rabbit and placed it on the child’s palm, starting to draw out the poison.

Meanwhile, Lu Shaowen filled Old Lu in on what went down.

"That talisman artifact isn’t worth two million purple crystal coins, forget about ten million!" Old Lu said angrily. "They’re clearly trying to extort us!"

"Tch, that guy destroyed my flying artifact, and I haven’t even settled the score with him yet—now he tries to shake me down?" Xiao Yuemei fumed.

Gradually, the kid’s skin started plumping up, shedding its dried-up look, and the sickly blue tint gradually drained away.

Lu Shaowen and the elder Lu were overjoyed when they saw this and hastily thanked Qin Yun and Xiao Yuemei.

A short while later, the Little Jade Rabbit had sucked away all the poison, then immediately leaped into Qin Yun's arms, then returned to the first bead of the Nine Sun Divine Soul.

"This is two million purple crystal coins—one million as compensation for the damaged flight artifact, and the other as our thanks to you!" The elder Lu took out a crystal coin card.

"Forget it! It was nothing. We won't take anything. We’ll be leaving now! I don’t want to see those vile creatures again!" Xiao Yuemei said.

Lu Shaowen hurriedly opened the door, and the crowd outside came charging in.

Seeing that the child’s poison had been cured, they became even more convinced that Qin Yun and Xiao Yuemei had many powerful antidotes.

"You two, you caused us to lose a magic talisman. If you don’t compensate us, don’t even think about leaving!" an elder Martial King snarled maliciously, brandishing his weapon.

The elder Lu and Lu Shaowen raged and immediately moved to protect Qin Yun and Xiao Yuemei.

"You two, get out of the way!"

"The child is saved—take him and leave! These two are ours to deal with!"

"You’ve already thanked them. Don’t let gratitude blind you to the loss of our magic talisman!"

Hearing their words, Qin Yun and Xiao Yuemei seethed with rage.

The elder Lu bellowed, "They are my benefactors! If you dare lay a hand on them, I’ll fight you to the death!"

Lu Shaowen quickly added, "These two belong to great clans—don’t you have any concerns about that?"

"Concerns? Our Lingyun Sect has an honored guest from the Long Family! He’ll be here soon—with him around, what do we have to fear?" an elder sneered.

At that moment, a middle-aged Martial King dressed in golden dragon-embroidered robes entered.

It was indeed a member of the Long Family!

The middle-aged Martial King frowned upon seeing the child’s restored complexion. "These two are impressive—they actually cured such a poison so quickly!"

"Scum of the Long Family, did you poison that child?" Xiao Yuemei asked coldly. "A member of the Long Family, coming to this backwater place to poison a child—just to manipulate others into serving you and bleeding them dry!"

She saw through their schemes at a glance.

The elder Lu and his son’s expressions darkened upon hearing this.

"Nothing of the sort... I heard you two caused the loss of a magic talisman? As a friend of the Lingyun Sect’s leader, I must ensure you compensate today!" the Long Family member sneered.

Furious, the elder Lu shoved his way through the crowd and shouted, "Get out of my way! I’m sending my benefactors off!"

"Idiot..." an elder Martial King of the Lingyun Sect growled, suddenly lunged with his sword.

"Elder, watch out!" Qin Yun shouted.

But the elder Lu was still stabbed through the heart and struck back with a palm, coughing up blood.

"Father!" Lu Shaowen caught the wounded elder Lu, rage making his veins bulge.

"Hahahaha..." The Martial Kings of the Lingyun Sect and the Long Family member burst into laughter.

Seeing the injured elder Lu, Qin Yun’s fury surged, and he summoned the Soul Sacred Blade.

His unrestrained rage poured into the blade, releasing billowing black mist.