659 Lake Mystic

At that moment, Bei Yingluo was emitting spiritual energy that was stronger than Qian Xi's. Just the fact itself was ludicrous because Bei Yingluo was still in the Mind Focusing Realm and did not have a spiritual sea. It should have been impossible to create spiritual energy.

Bei Yingluo's figure shimmered and disappeared. She reappeared right in front of Qian Xi in a flash of crimson. Her opponent was too stunned by the sudden shift to even react. Not that she could even if she wanted to.

Her Jade Tusk Spear lunged forward in a simple attack. But this time, it felt as if a massive elephant had suddenly appeared and applied its whole weight behind the spear.

Qian Xi was too shocked to respond properly. She could only take a stumbling step backward on instinct. Her eyes widened with fright as the gleaming spear tip grew larger and larger until it was all she could see. The ghost of death flashed in her thoughts and she felt true dread.

"No!"

"Wait!"

Shouts from both sides failed to interrupt Bei Yingluo's strike, not that she could hear them. Even if she could, she would not have stopped. The crimson energy left no space for reason, only violence.

"Ahhh!" Qian Xi screamed as the spear reached her.

But before it could pierce her chest, an additional pair of spiritual energies erupted at the same time. It was so powerful that the entire chamber shook like it was about to collapse. Heavy wind gusts appeared out of nowhere to clash with pillars of blue flames, creating an even hotter firestorm.

Woosh!

Woosh!

One figure appeared behind Qian Xi and pulled her to safety. At the same time, that person launched a cruel arrow of destructive energy at Bei Yingluo… only for it to be blocked by a wall of darkness from Chen Wentian who arrived beside his disciple.

"Ahhh!"

"Help!"

"I'm dying!"

The surrounding mortals were all blown asunder by the clash of immortal might. They didn't know if they were about to live or die. Their senses were completely overwhelmed by the spiritual aura in the air.

Uncaring of the mortals below, the two immortals flew into the air and faced off against each other. On one side was Chen Wentian, still in his disguise as Elder Mo. He wore black from head to toe and was covered in a hood that hid his face. He seemed more like an evildoer who had just been roving through the slums of the city.

On the other side was an old woman in inappropriate clothing. She wore only a few pieces of string to cover her chest and her limp breasts which sagged towards her waist. Her bare skin was wrinkled and spotted like an old piece of leather. Despite this, she proudly displayed her assets as if she was a fresh, young prostitute of some high-class establishment, a delusional old granny abusing her powers as an immortal to the offense of mortal eyes.

Chen Wentian almost couldn't bear to look at such a woman and had to turn his head away.

"Who are you? You are not Immortal Blue Dragon Chen Wentian, the sect master of Ten Thousand Flower Valley!" The woman's voice was hoarse and dry with age but it was still filled with might.

When she pointed an accusing finger at him, the loose skin on her arms flapped around disturbingly. It was a hallmark of old women who have started turning into a bag of skin and bones. Her elbows were bony and ashen and she had no curves to speak of.

Chen Wentian pursed his lips. He already knew there was an immortal in the city as soon as he arrived here. He had simply used a combination of his shadow fox powers and the spiritual control of a Spirit King to conceal his aura.

He had wanted to see what this person was doing and what kind of tricks they were pulling. As expected, the city lord had already fallen under their control.

"Immortal from the south, you are a member of the Sapphire Mystic Empire." He retorted.

"Correct, I am Immortal Lake Mystic Qian Hu and I come from the Sapphire Mystic Empire. I ask again, who are you and what business do you have with this city?"

"Hmph, the business of the Bei Clan is my business. I have no name or immortal title. You may call me Elder Mo."

The old granny named Qian Hu was full of suspicion and countless questions, "Elder? You are an elder of Ten Thousand Flower Valley? How did Chen Wentian manage to find a Spirit Lord as an elder? Where did you come from?"

Chen Wentian snorted, "I don't discuss sect matters with outsiders."

Qian Hu's eyes hardened. The two stared at each other, measuring each other's strength.

Chen Wentian was unimpressed. The female immortals at the Virtuous Order were far stronger than her. Even Immortal Phoenix Legend Shi Shi was stronger. If he had to find a comparison, the closest to Qian Hu would have been Immortal Frost Diamond Murong Aiyin, the deceased sect master of Glacier Palace.

Immortal Lake Mystic Qian Hu was greatly shocked by her opponent. She had expected to deal with the infamous womanizer Immortal Blue Dragon Chen Wentian, someone who coveted beautiful women as his disciples, someone who would even destroy other sects to steal their most beautiful disciples. Such things had already happened twice and the evidence was damning.

However, the person who stood before her was far too unfathomable. She had no idea what powers he had or anything at all. There was no information to suggest that Ten Thousand Flower Valley had the ability to house two immortals already.

"Elder Mo… There is no need for us to fight and destroy half the city in the process. I hope we can come to an understanding." She said and softened her stance.

Chen Wentian shrugged and acquiesced. He was in a good mood since Bei Yingluo had finally managed to activate her secret power for the third time. And since nobody had died or was even gravely injured, there was nothing that couldn't be solved with words.

"Very good." Qian Hu dropped Qian Xi on the ground and then spoke to the cowering city lord, "Chang Ping, go entertain the Bei Clan. Treat them as honored guests."

"Yes, Lady Qian! This insignificant one obeys!"

"Okay, let's go." Qian Hu said as she flew back up.

"Please, lead the way." Chen Wentian waved his hand politely.

"Please."

The two immortals flew out of the city lord's manor. Qian Hu led the way and eventually landed atop the walls that overlooked the southern gate and the endless sands beyond.

Chen Wentian crossed his arms in a relaxed manner and asked, "So, what is the Sapphire Mystic Empire doing sticking their nose in the Great Desert Province? This place is still the territory of the Eastern Sanmu Subcontinent and under the authority of the Immortal Association. And as far as I know, your Aiqin Mystic Archipelago is not affiliated with the Immortal Association."

Qian Hu flipped her hair nonchalantly, "Don't be so dramatic. Immortal Gentle Lotus Gong Liyun of the Eastern Sanmu Subcontinent and my empress can be counted as old friends. The relationship between our two lands has always been good."

He snorted, "Maybe I should answer for you. After the monster invasion last year, you guys felt that the time was ripe to expand and take some territory. Drifting Sand City sits on an important trade route for you and is one of the few ways for mortals to reach the archipelago. Well, I can tell you this. If you want to rule over this city with impunity, then you'll have to deal with me. The Bei Clan's ancestral home is this city and I am an insufferably nosy person. I can't help but butting into your business if it interferes with mine."

Qian Hu covered her mouth and let out a laugh that was mostly fake, "Elder Mo, don't be so serious…"

She went on to explain that there was a very specific reason that the Sapphire Mystic Empire was interested in Drifting Sand City which was related to the trade route to the south. Countless generations of mortals had trodden across the ever-shifting sands over thousands of years. However, there had never been a direct teleportation path between the Eastern Sanmu Subcontinent and the Aiqin Mystic Archipelago. The reason had to do with the desert and its special attribute that harshly interfered with spatial Daos such as teleportation. Amidst the furious sandstorms of the desert was a mysterious power, the power of a sword saint… Dugu Qiushen.

It was the because of the fourth sword ground that could never be found. Countless immortals had searched for it over the years. Every square meter of the desert had already been upturned without result many times over. Their combined conclusion was that the fourth sword ground was constantly moving.

Chen Wentian believed it. He had seen with his own eyes how senior Dugu's sword split apart the void. It made sense that the fourth sword ground that Peng Lingxi was searching for could be moving around utilizing some kind of sword Dao with spatial attributes. In the process, such constant and random shifting would wreck the stability of the local space required for teleportation arrays.

"So? Why are you telling me this? Are you looking for the sword ground?" He asked.

Qian Hu laughed more sincerely this time, "Don't be ridiculous. It can't be found. It's a waste of time. No, we are interested in something far more practical."

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