Chapter Eighty-Eight: Delivered

Chapter Eighty-Eight: Delivered

Inside the Profound Theory Valley, cries of battle echoed through the sky!

Those who had come to the valley for the meeting were stationed outside the Profound Theory Cottage, with little knowledge of what was happening inside.

And these people were not significant enough for the Youquan Cult to use something like Bloodburn Powder against them.

Thus, when they first heard the sounds of battle, they thought it might be an attack from the dark forces.

They had originally planned to join forces with the people of the Profound Theory Valley to repel the invaders.

But when they saw who emerged, they were stunned.

He Tong, the Dragon Seizer; Feng Beixiao, the Wind of the Night; Hu Sanniang, the Fiery Fox...

These were all righteous heroes.

Though there were some less reputable characters among them, they could not be considered evil or demonic.

Moreover, on the other side stood the head of the Jade Shatter Sect, a paragon of righteousness.

It was said that his son, the eldest master of the Jade Shatter Sect, had also been invited to the Profound Theory Valley for discussions but had not been seen in recent days.

Now he was spotted in the crowd, leaving several familiar faces bewildered.

Fortunately, He Tong roared:

"The disciples of the Profound Theory Valley are imposters from the Youquan Cult! Everyone, let's work together inside and out to eradicate this evil!"

Upon hearing this, how could the disciples of the Profound Theory Valley submit?

They immediately rose up in resistance, their Blackheart Palm techniques impossible to hide.

Those who had initially doubted now believed completely.

In no time, the entire Profound Theory Valley erupted into chaos, with cries of battle reaching the heavens.

Soon after, under the clash of sword qi and the Blood Sea Restoration Technique, half of the Profound Theory Cottage collapsed.

The experts within began fighting each other.

The scene grew even more chaotic.

The Wei family members guarded key points, preventing any Youquan Cult members from escaping.

Lou Jingjing was also in the crowd, her concealed weapons flying like flowers. While she struggled somewhat in direct combat, her surprise attacks left everyone reeling.

Just as she was looking around for her senior brother, she failed to notice a Youquan Cult member approaching from behind, his Blackheart Palm glowing.

By the time Lou Jingjing realized the danger, it was too late to react.

Suddenly, a flower darted through the air and pierced the Youquan Cult disciple's forehead.

"Starfall Flick!"

Lou Jingjing turned abruptly and saw Cheng Feiyu, looking disheveled but smiling, standing nearby.

"Senior Brother!"

Lou Jingjing rushed over. "Are you alright? Chief Su kept his word. He promised to save you today, and here he is."

"Chief Su is a man of his word, but if not for your efforts outside, I might never have seen daylight again."

As Cheng Feiyu spoke, he suddenly pulled Lou Jingjing behind him, releasing concealed weapons that forced back several approaching Youquan Cult disciples.

"This is not the place to talk. Let's focus on killing the enemy first."

With a light shout, Cheng Feiyu led Lou Jingjing into the fray.

...

...

While the battle raged inside the Profound Theory Valley, Su Mo and Zang Ming Zhenren faced each other inside the Profound Theory Cottage.

"It's all your doing!!"

Zang Ming Zhenren looked at Su Mo with a complex expression, part confusion and part anger.

"I didn't expect this either."

Su Mo was equally helpless. "How can I explain this? I just came here to deliver a shipment. If you hadn't taken Liu Suifeng, I might not have come at all. But since I'm here, I couldn't let you succeed, right?

"After all, according to your plan, I either resist or join. But I just want to run my escort agency peacefully and have no intention of joining forces with you. So...

"Today, I must fight to the death, Zhenren."

"Arrogant."

A young disciple beside Zang Ming Zhenren stepped forward, glanced at Zang Ming Zhenren, and shook his head slightly. "This won't do. Twenty years of planning for this grand scheme, and you thought your reputation in the southwest would easily control these martial artists. Yet, you've turned a great play into a disaster."

"Nowadays, even younger brats are shitting on your head. With you like this, what qualifications do you have to compete with me for the position of the First Lord?"

"…Fenxue, after twenty years, your mouth is still as stinky as ever."

Zangming Zhenren sneered, "You should learn from Ningxue…"

As he spoke, he looked at another Daoist boy.

He saw the boy staring blankly at the distant battle between the Lord of Bloodsea and Liu Suifeng.

Over there, blood-colored energy rose, sword qi soared into the air, and every swing left trails of sword marks on the ground. Blood-colored true qi overflowed, leaving countless burn marks. It was indeed a grand spectacle.

Initially, he thought the boy wanted to watch the astonishing battle, but unexpectedly, the boy muttered to himself:

"You wait here for me. I'll ambush the Lord. Once he's dead, I'll become the new Lord of Bloodsea and ensure you all live in luxury."

Zangming Zhenren was stunned and immediately grabbed him, then looked at Fenxue Lingzhu and asked, "How long has he been like this?"

"How would I know? Maybe he was kicked in the head by a donkey or went mad from cultivation. The Ningxue Rebirth Sutra is already sinister; it’s understandable if it messed up his mind."

"…"

Zangming Zhenren felt that Ningxue wasn't just mad from cultivation but probably delusional.

He shook his head slightly and looked at Su Mo, who stood with his hands behind his back and a sword case on his back. "Su Zongbiaotou, today you are fortunate. We three lords haven't fought together in a long time."

"Today, let us see what astonishing skills Su Zongbiaotou possesses!"

"Hahahaha."

Yang Xiaoyun laughed loudly, "What a coincidence. Today, I also want to see what exceptional abilities Youquan Cult has."

"I've seen plenty of Youquan Cult's skills."

Wei Ziyi casually closed her folding fan. "But dealing with the three lords is a first for me. If any of you are unlucky enough to be killed by me, I can return to my sect and make my elders happy."

Su Mo glanced at the two of them, seemingly disagreeing, about to speak when someone approached slowly.

This person took one step at a time, reaching Xuanji Caolu in an instant.

His gaze swept over the three lords as if they were nothing, then landed on Su Mo:

"Has your sword not arrived yet?"

"It has arrived."

Su Mo smiled, "It arrived a few days ago."