Chapter 242: The Purpose of Yaoci

Chapter 242: The Purpose of Yaoci

The three missing Sword Pavilion disciples were found in Da Ha’s den.

To be honest, if it weren’t for Heaven’s Secret Divination, even Chen Huaian wouldn’t have guessed that the three direct disciples were actually trapped in Da Ha’s foul-smelling dog den.

At this moment, the three disciples lay unconscious at the cliff’s edge of Falling Sunset Peak.

Even though they reeked of filth, no one showed any disgust.

“Their spiritual roots and Dao bodies are completely gone. Their dantian has been crippled… The people of these so-called Three Great Holy Lands truly have no humanity!”

Su Qinian’s eyes burned red as he looked at the disciples, who had been tortured into such a miserable state. The four elders of the Sword Pavilion also wore expressions of pure hatred.

Li Qingran had already explained everything that had happened.

Even though there was no concrete evidence to prove Li Qingran’s words were true, Su Qinian and the four elders believed it immediately.

Not just because the patriarch stood behind Li Qingran—

But also because of Yue Qianchi’s last transmitted message.

If this was the work of demonic cultivators, why did Yue Qianchi’s message tell them to kill Song Chiyue?

And even stranger—

According to the patriarch, the soul inside Song Chiyue’s body wasn’t even her own. It belonged to Jade Qing, a long-lost elder of Yaoci Holy Land.

When all other possibilities are ruled out, the least likely answer must be the truth.

The ones behind the disappearance of countless sect prodigies were none other than Yaoci and Fanjing Holy Lands.

As for Zhenwu Holy Land, their involvement was still uncertain.

“Pavilion Master, Patriarch, Yue Qianchi is definitely being held in one of the Three Holy Lands! Let us prepare to rescue her immediately!”

Elder Li of Hidden Sword Peak spoke with a deep bow.

He had watched Yue Qianchi grow up.

Her tragic past had been deeply ingrained in his heart—

Her parents perished in a fire, leaving her an orphan at a young age.

If it hadn’t been for the Pavilion Master passing by at the right time, she might have been kidnapped by traffickers and sold.

Because of this, all the elders of the Sword Pavilion cherished her dearly.

And she had never let them down.

Before she was even thirty, she had reached the Golden Core stage, displaying incredible talent and becoming the ideal senior disciple in the hearts of her fellow Sword Pavilion members.

Now that she was in enemy hands, how could they just stand by and do nothing?

“Sit down!”

Su Qinian shot Elder Li a sharp glare.

“Rescue? How? Do you want to make things even more chaotic?!”

“Pavilion Master, Yue is your disciple!” Elder Li dropped to his knees, his voice trembling, each word filled with deep emotion.

Su Qinian turned his back to them and took a deep breath.

He wanted to calm himself, to remain rational as the leader of a sect—

But he still choked up.

“Do you think I don’t know that Yue Qianchi is my disciple?”

“But you all are also my Sword Pavilion disciples. In my heart, your lives matter just as much as hers. The Holy Lands are dangerous, filled with Void Fusion powerhouses. I will not allow you to throw your lives away!”

“But… Pavilion Master…”

“I will go. I will bring Yue Qianchi back myself.”

“Enough! Everyone, shut up!”

Chen Huaian tapped the hilt of his sword.

He had already attempted a Heaven’s Secret Divination to locate Yue Qianchi.

But something was blocking it.

With his current level of karmic backlash, he was unable to determine her exact location.

However, based on the direction of the Heaven’s Secret Eye, it was clear that she was inside Yaoci Holy Land.

But the problem was—

Yaoci Holy Land did not exist in the Cangyun Realm.

It was hidden within a subspace, much like the Sword Pavilion now existing within his miniature world.

All three Holy Lands resided inside their own independent small worlds.

The origins of these small worlds were unknown, but they were sealed from external spiritual energy and could only sustain themselves by draining energy from the Cangyun Realm through powerful formations.

This was why the spiritual energy inside the Holy Lands was far denser than that of the Cangyun Realm.

Getting inside a Holy Land’s small world would be extremely difficult.

But the real issue was strength.

If he had Tribulation Transcendence-level power, saving Yue Qianchi would be a simple matter.

“Qingran, do you have any of Yue Qianchi’s personal belongings? Bring one here.”

Since Yue Qianchi often visited Li Qingran’s place, sometimes even sleeping over to absorb his spiritual energy, there should be something of hers left behind.

And it definitely wasn’t because he had seen it before.

Li Qingran rummaged around his small house for a moment before coming out with a wrapped cloth item.

“Master, this is Senior Sister’s…”

Li Qingran carefully bundled it up, making sure no one around could tell what it was.

She stepped forward, intending to whisper it into her master’s ear—

Only for Chen Huaian to grab the cloth without hesitation.

“I know.”

Li Qingran: “???”

Wait.

How does Master know?

He figured it out just by looking at a piece of cloth?

Chen Huaian placed the cloth bundle next to the Yang Soul Mirror.

He usually used the mirror to observe Li Qingran, but since Yue Qianchi often visited, sometimes she was also in the frame—

And she never knew.

She was careless by nature, so she had inadvertently gifted him a few unexpected sights.

For example, she never wore a bellyband, because it felt restrictive.

Instead, she preferred binding cloth, which was more comfortable and easy to move in.

Not that Chen Huaian wanted to know.

He was absolutely not that kind of person.

The Yang Soul Mirror quickly activated.

Yue Qianchi’s image appeared within the glass.

She was sitting cross-legged in meditation, her surroundings obscured—

But based on her condition, her life was not in immediate danger.

“Patriarch, how is she?” Su Qinian wanted to look but didn’t dare step forward.

“She’s fine.”

Chen Huaian gave Su Qinian a reassuring answer.

“Yaoci Holy Land must have a use for her—they won’t kill her anytime soon. They might even treat her well.”

“Right now, we have two major concerns.

First—the Holy Lands will hunt us down.

All Sword Pavilion disciples must remain inside my miniature world to cultivate. No one is allowed to leave for sect missions. I will provide all necessary resources.

Second—we cannot rush Yue Qianchi’s rescue. Those two Tribulation Transcendence True Saints are beyond our capability to provoke.

Before we act, we must first understand why Yaoci Holy Land wants her. Only then can we act accordingly.”

Chen Huaian could tell that Yaoci Holy Land wasn’t merely trying to destroy Yue Qianchi’s talent.

If that were their goal, they would have already done it.

Why go through the trouble of keeping her alive?

Su Qinian realized he had been too rash.

Charging into the Holy Lands at Nascent Soul Peak?

That was suicide.

He wouldn’t just fail—he would be throwing away his life for nothing.

But how were they supposed to figure out the Holy Lands’ true goal?

“Master, that demonic cultivator girl I saved in the secret realm… She seemed to have a grudge against the Holy Lands. Maybe she knows something?”

Li Qingran recalled a crucial detail.

That girl had immediately exposed Hui Kong as soon as she attacked—

Which meant she had clashed with the Holy Lands before.

Just as she spoke—

A surge of demonic energy erupted from a small house at the peak of Falling Sunset Peak.

Everyone turned to look.

A girl stood in the doorway, gripping a demonic blade.

Her robes fluttered violently in the raging demonic aura.

The bloodthirst in her gaze twisted the air itself.

And then, she spoke.

A low, guttural growl—like a beast.

“Kill…”

Then, a crazed, maniacal cackle.

“Kill! Kill! Kill! Hahaha!”

“Anyone who stands in my way—DIES!”

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