Chapter 334: Witnessed by Sun and Moon

Chapter 334: Witnessed by Sun and Moon

“I’ll lay it all out—This Venerable One is the Yuan Sovereign Dao Body!”

Chen Huaian dropped the bombshell with a smug grin, practically glowing under everyone’s stunned and awe-struck gazes.

Be amazed! Worship me! Revere me!

This was the overwhelming charm of the Sword Pavilion Ancestor!

As he lifted his chin and basked in the glory of his own magnificence, a clear, cool voice suddenly cut in:

“Master, are you planning to use yourself as bait to attract Immortal Yuyao and Reverend Karma? Stir up conflict between two Mahayana experts—or even between the two Holy Lands—then use the chaos to rescue Sister Suxin?”

“Correct. Worthy of being This Venerable One’s disciple—sharp and insightful!” Chen Huaian nodded.

That was his plan.

If Zhang Mengchu could act as strategist and trap Immortal Yuyao, causing her to suffer heavily—

Then why couldn’t he, Chen Huaian, enter the board himself?

Except in his case, he wouldn’t be throwing a sheep to the tiger—he’d be inviting the wolves in… with himself as the wolf.

“Master, I understand your desire to rescue Sister Suxin, but this plan is far too risky. It’s not appropriate!”

Li Qingran stared directly into her Master’s eyes, her fingers clutching the hem of her skirt. She wanted to save Yun Suxin too—but in her heart, even a thousand Yun Suxins couldn’t compare to her Master’s safety.

She wasn’t a particularly generous person.

Especially when it involved her Master, she could be incredibly selfish.

“Er, This Venerable One has his considerations,” Chen Huaian didn’t expect Li Qingran to be the first to object. Facing her aggrieved gaze, he found himself at a rare loss for words—

A disciple who doesn’t want her master to risk himself? Who could blame her?

“I don’t care about your plans, Master. I just have a few questions I want you to answer.”

Li Qingran sat on the edge of the bed, leaning in close as she fixed her eyes on his.

“If your avatar dies—does your real body suffer any danger?”

Chen Huaian was about to say no, but the words caught in his throat.

He’d always thought of the avatar as just a game character—but who knew what would happen if the account was deleted for real? Could it even be restored?

Not wanting to lie to her, he nodded vaguely and said,

“Possibly. There might be danger. But not too much. Overall, probably no danger. Objectively speaking, the issue isn’t serious…”

“So there is a danger,” Li Qingran cut through his evasive answer and nailed the core issue.

“Second question—can your avatar reach the Mahayana realm in the short term?”

Chen Huaian shook his head. “No.”

“Third question—do you have any life-saving spiritual treasures that can guarantee your escape from a battle between two Mahayana-level Real Persons?”

He shook his head again. “No.”

A Void Fusion Stage cultivator without a single defensive treasure—what a disgrace.

He sat up straighter and added quickly,

“Ahem! This Venerable One is a sword cultivator. Attack is the best defense. My sword path is one of invincibility and selflessness. If I relied on defensive treasures, what kind of sword cultivator would I be?”

“Ancestor speaks the truth!”

Su Qinian was clearly moved. He clapped his hands together and sighed,

“A true sword cultivator doesn’t need defensive treasures. The best defense is the sword in your own hand!”

Yue Qianchi kicked her master’s heel hard. Her head ached.

Now’s not the time for that kind of talk!

Couldn’t he see that Junior Sister Qingran was about to cry?

“I don’t care about all this sword philosophy,” Li Qingran bit her lip, voice trembling.

“If Master wants to play the hero, you must meet at least one of three conditions:

—Either your avatar must not endanger your real body if destroyed,

—or your avatar must have Mahayana-level strength,

—or you must have at least one life-saving spiritual treasure that can guarantee your safety even against two Real Persons.”

“Otherwise, if Master insists on becoming a hero—take your disciple with you.

At least that way, I won’t be left behind, worrying constantly for your safety.”

“You…” Chen Huaian shook his head with a bitter smile and sighed.

“Alright. This Venerable One understands. I’ll ensure one of those three conditions is met before attempting to save Yun Suxin. But before that—what I can do is spread news of the Yuan Sovereign Dao Body. That should divert Immortal Yuyao and Reverend Karma’s attention and escalate the conflict between them. Only then will Suxin’s situation be safer.”

Li Qingran sniffled and turned away, pouting,

“Go ahead, Master. Do whatever you want. Why care what this disciple thinks? I’m just an obstacle on your path to becoming a great hero—just kick me out of the way already.”

Su Qinian sniffed the air and caught a faint, sour scent.

The atmosphere was getting strange…

Before the Ancestor could figure out how to respond, Su Qinian stepped in and bowed.

“Ancestor, the sect has many affairs to manage. Now that I see your body’s alright, I won’t disturb you any further…

Sword Pavilion disciples—attention!”

“Yes, Pavilion Master!”

“Withdraw!!”

“Yes, sir!!!”

With a wave of his arm, Su Qinian led the Sword Pavilion disciples out in perfect order.

Other guests—Zhou Xuanzi, Dan Yun, and the others—also took their leave with a few polite words.

Yun Baiyu realized there was nothing more she could do here. The Ancestor’s willingness to help was already a monumental favor.

She offered her thanks and withdrew respectfully.

The room quieted, leaving only Chen Huaian and Li Qingran seated at the bedside.

The air was still.

Only the faint rustling of wind against the paper windows could be heard.

Bamboo shadows swayed outside, and moonlight crept up the branches.

After a long silence, Chen Huaian finally broke it.

He looked at his delicate little disciple, her cheek resting on her arm, dark hair cascading like ink, half-covering her pretty face.

“Disciple, This Venerable One promises—he’ll only step into the trap once he’s met at least one of those three conditions…

There’s no choice. Immortal Yuyao and Reverend Karma must be dealt with. They’re a constant threat. This Venerable One’s heart can’t rest easy.”

Li Qingran lifted her gaze, soft light dancing in her eyes.

“But the Cangyun Realm is so big—why must it always be Master who takes on these dangerous tasks?”

Chen Huaian fell silent for a moment, then gave a helpless smile.

“With great power… comes great responsibility.”

Somehow, he’d become the kind of guy who says stuff like that—

Whether in the real world or in the Cangyun Realm.

“Then this disciple would rather Master didn’t have such great power.”

“Really?” Chen Huaian chuckled. “What if your Master were just a Foundation Establishment cultivator?”

“That’d be just fine. Who says Master has to be powerful?”

“But if I didn’t have strength, I wouldn’t have been able to save you from Qingyun Sect.”

Li Qingran was quiet for a while, clearly weighing the complex consequences and trying to figure out what mattered most.

Chen Huaian turned his gaze to the chaotic shadows of bamboo outside the window, his voice drifting:

“You’re only saying that because you know I’m not just Foundation Establishment.

But what if, one day, This Venerable One’s cultivation plummeted to Foundation—or even Qi Refining?

What then?”

Li Qingran rested her chin on both hands, blinking.

She didn’t hesitate:

“Then I’ll become Master’s Master. I’ll take care of you for the rest of your life.”

Chen Huaian raised an eyebrow. “You serious?”

“Of course!”

“Got any proof?”

Li Qingran raised three fingers toward the sky, her expression solemn:

“Witnessed by the sun and moon!”