Chapter 327: The Strongest Disciple of the Righteous Sects (3)

Meanwhile, a distance away from the battlefield.

Crack...

Crack...

A long trail of destruction stretched across the ground, as if a massive force had dragged through the earth.

’My disciple! Are you alright?’

Immortal Jiuming’s worried voice echoed out as he materialized above the rubble.

Suddenly, the rubble shifted. With a heavy push, Wei Zhenxin emerged from beneath it, looking disheveled and battered.

"Cough! Cough!"

Her once beautiful and heroic face was now smeared with dirt as she coughed up a mouthful of blood.

However, she didn’t seem concerned about her own injuries.

Instead, her gaze fell on her precious sword... the spirit weapon that had accompanied her since her youth, ever since her family was slaughtered.

Noticing a tiny crack on the blade, Wei Zhenxin’s eyes filled with sorrow as this sword was the only thing her parents had left her.

"Once again... I was saved by you," she murmured emotionally.

If it weren’t for this spirit sword absorbing the full brunt of Li Feng’s attack, she might have suffered serious injuries... or even died.

And that was just from a single, casual strike.

One almost careless blow had reduced her to this sorry state, forcing her to rely on the very sword her parents had left behind just to survive.

Her gaze couldn’t help but darkened.

Above her, Immortal Jiuming’s expression had grown extremely grim.

He had seen everything clearly.

That strike earlier... it was not something a mere Qi Refinement disciple should be capable of.

’Is this the Great World’s trump card...?’

He couldn’t help but think so.

With a terrifying amount of fortune currently concentrating on this continent, the birth of a genius was not surprising.

But...

’That is no longer the level of a genius... that is a monster.’

Immortal Jiuming couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of terror from that single attack.

He could clearly tell that the boy was only at the peak of the 9th stage of Qi Refinement, and yet... his body had already reached the Spirit Body realm.

What terrified him even more was the faint trace of celestial energy he sensed within that boy.

That could only mean one thing ... either the boy possessed a unique cultivation technique or... he had a special physique.

Immortal Jiuming believed it was the latter.

With all these factors combined, and the possibility of even more secrets hidden within that boy, Immortal Jiuming felt that something was terribly wrong.

This was no longer a matter he could simply scoff at and ignore.

As an Immortal of the Divine Palace who had lived for millennia, he had come to understand one undeniable truth:

Everything in this world maintained a balance, just as the Great Heavenly Dao intended.

So the birth of such a monster... could only mean it was meant to counter something of equal magnitude.

’It seems there will be unimaginable chaos on this continent soon...’

Immortal Jiuming reached that grim conclusion as he looked at his dejected disciple and let out a quiet sigh.

’My disciple... That boy,’ he muttered under his breath, deciding to tell her the truth, ’...he is no longer within the realm you can handle.’

Wei Zhenxin’s fingers paused for a brief moment.

’It seems we need to give up on killing that woman and leave this secret realm... no, this continent as soon as possible. Something is very strange here—’

"...Master."

Wei Zhenxin interrupted Immortal Jiuming’s words as she slowly looked up.

Her face was still pale, streaked with dirt and blood... yet her eyes burned with a quiet, steady flame.

"Are you telling me to run away? And let another disaster happen?" Her voice was hoarse and trembling.

Immortal Jiuming paused, looking at his precious disciple with complicated eyes.

He knew that stubborn fire burning in her eyes... it was the exact same gaze she had years ago when she stood before the corpses of her slaughtered family.

Her small body had been trembling, yet she refused to fall.

Immortal Jiuming’s lips parted slightly, but no words came out immediately.

For someone who had lived for millennia and witnessed countless geniuses rise and fall... this moment felt far harder than any battle he had ever fought.

One path was the logical choice.

The other was his... disciple’s heart.

He had a feeling that if they retreated now, it would become her heart demon.

And he, of all people, knew too well how devastating that would be for her cultivation.

Still, he tried to persuade her gently.

’...Zhenxin’ he finally spoke, his voice softer than before, ’this isn’t about running away. You can always come back once you’re stronger—’

"By then it will be too late!"

Wei Zhenxin’s fingers tightened around her cracked sword as she stood up.

"I have seen the devastated frozen lands, the fall of the ancestors of the Azure Moon Sect, and the decline of a major sect... If I leave that woman alive, millions of innocents will suffer!"

Immortal Jiuming couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret for showing her that vision.

He had thought it was a simple calamity, but he never expected the situation to spiral so far out of control.

Then Wei Zhenxin began to step forward.

"I know I am weak. I know I am stubborn, but..."

Her body slowly crackled with green lightning as her eyes filled with thunderous determination.

"But I will never run away again."

Immortal Jiuming looked at his foolish disciple for a long moment before he finally let out a long sigh.

It was precisely this brilliant, unyielding side of her.... that heart that never wavered that had made him take a liking to her and accept her as his last disciple.

’...Then do as you wish,’ he finally murmured softly.

Hearing her master’s words, Wei Zhenxin gave him an apologetic smile.

"I know you’re thinking about my safety, Master. I’m sorry."

Immortal Jiuming simply shook his head.

"No. You are right. Just follow what your heart desires and never waver... After all, you are my disciple."

Hearing his words, Wei Zhenxin’s eyes filled with grateful light as she bowed deeply.

"I am thankful for your guidance, Master!"

To her, her master was the only family she had left in this world.

If not for him, she wouldn’t even know where she would be today.

...But while she bowed, she failed to notice the complex look in Immortal Jiuming’s eyes.

He was weighing a difficult choice, but in the end, he simply smiled.

’I must be getting old. There’s no need to overthink it.’

He looked at Wei Zhenxin with the kind, doting gaze of a grandfather watching his granddaughter.

’... After all, it was a master’s duty to clean up his foolish disciple’s mistakes.’

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Around the area where the strange light had fallen, an eerie silence now lingered.

No one dared to move or speak as they stared at the horrifying scene ahead.

Li Feng’s hand pierced straight through Yan Moxuan’s chest, with blood gushing down like a fountain.

"No!"

Liu Yanyue shouted as she stepped forward desperately.

Li Feng frowned, wondering if Liu Yanyue knew this man.

But before he could react, a bloody hand suddenly gripped his arm... the very arm that was still buried in Yan Moxuan’s chest.

Li Feng turned to look and saw Yan Moxuan...was smiling.