Cultivation Begins with Skill Points
Chapter 308 - 307: Feeling Uneasy

Chapter 308: Chapter 307: Feeling Uneasy

Faced with the divine soul’s majesty of the Heavenly Sword Master, Zhang Jiuyang only felt like a gentle breeze brushing against his face, with a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

Useless trash.

Even with control over the entire Seven Stars Sect and assistance from a Sixth Grade Alchemist’s spiritual medicine, he is still only at the Middle Stage of the Yunling Realm. His cultivation must have gone to waste.

Zhang Jiuyang said leisurely, "What is excessive about paying respects to a corpse? Or is it that you, Heavenly Sword, are trying to hide something?"

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? Hahaha, Feng Lan Sword Lord was in his prime, even a supreme expert at the half-step Xuandan Realm, so why did he suddenly pass away? You won’t let me see the corpse, could it be because there’s something wrong with Feng Lan Sword Lord’s body?

With Feng Lan Sword Lord’s cultivation, no one in the Luoxing Islands could match him unless someone used some devious trick, like poisoning, which only someone very close to him could accomplish.

Heavenly Sword, it seems you fit the requirements quite well! After all, if Feng Lan Sword Lord were to pass away, wouldn’t you be in control of the entire Seven Stars Sect?"

Zhang Jiuyang stared straight at the Heavenly Sword Master, attacking without hesitation, akin to the worldly approach of "removing treacherous ministers."

The Heavenly Sword Master was so angered by Zhang Jiuyang’s words that the Three Corpse Gods erupted in fury, his face turning red with rage.

"You brat, dare to insult me?"

The term "brat" reminded Zhang Jiuyang of some unpleasant memories, and his face instantly darkened.

Swoosh!

A flash of fire passed through. As Zhang Jiuyang and the Heavenly Sword Master were in confrontation, Yan Yan, who had been silent, suddenly appeared in front of the coffin.

"Courting death."

The Heavenly Sword Master was thoroughly enraged, striking out at Yan Yan with a palm, the Sword Qi flowing. Those around only felt a sudden pressure, pulled by a giant force, nearly unable to stand firm.

Zhang Jiuyang sneered, stepped forward abruptly to shield Yan Yan, clenched his five fingers, and smashed out violently.

Rumble!

Time seemed to freeze for an instant before a massive sonic wave, as if ten thousand thunders exploded, swept through the sky.

"Not good, block it."

"Don’t destroy the mourning hall."

"Suppress with all your strength."

Surprisingly, it wasn’t the spectators who were the most terrified, but rather the elders of the Seven Stars Sect.

The place where Zhang Jiuyang and the Heavenly Sword Master were fighting was the mourning hall. With their powers, even the aftershocks of the battle could not be withstood by a small hall. With the slightest carelessness, the entire Golden Light Hall could be leveled. Remember, this is where Feng Lan Sword Lord’s body lies.

The seven elders of the Seven Stars Sect didn’t dare to have the slightest hesitation, dispersing around the area, channeling spiritual origin, and strongly suppressing.

Moments later, the entire hall finally returned to peace.

Yan Yan came behind Zhang Jiuyang and nodded lightly.

Zhang Jiuyang’s face showed delight, casting a deep gaze toward the coffin.

"Zhang Jiuyang, do you really intend to start a war with our Seven Stars Sect now?"

The Heavenly Sword Master’s face was as deep as water, his eyes boiling with killing intent, and the seven elders behind him were equally united in enmity, channeling spiritual origin, ready to strike at any moment.

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly laughed heartily, "Heavenly Sword Master, you’re joking. We are really here to mourn this time, but you’re overly sensitive. I was forced to strike back defensively. Don’t worry, we’ll leave. After Feng Lan Sword Lord’s funeral tomorrow, we’ll be gone, no need to drive us away."

After speaking, he turned and left the Golden Light Hall, with the people from Fierce Sun Palace following closely, just with an even more rampant expression.

"No fight broke out, nothing to watch, truly a pity."

Zhong Lin shook his head, showing regret.

However, Wan Pu’s face turned black, feeling speechless at Zhong Lin’s wish for chaos.

"Elder Zhong, the Fierce Sun Palace and the Seven Stars Sect simply won’t fight, alright? At least not now. Although Feng Lan Sword Lord has passed away, the Seven Stars Sect, even in times of weakness, is still formidable. If a fight truly breaks out, even if the Fierce Sun Palace wins, it would come at a great cost. Zhang Jiuyang doesn’t want to see that."

Zhong Lin didn’t argue, knowing that Wan Pu’s analysis made sense. But those who hoped for a fight weren’t just people like Zhong Lin; other island forces shared the same thought.

"You two hurry and fight for supremacy! No matter who wins, we’ll submit. Until a winner is declared, we live in fear day by day, which is truly unbearable."

In the crowd, Zhong Lin spotted Shi Yunyi and signaled, then they both exited the Golden Light Hall.

"Don’t follow me, I’ll walk around on my own."

"Yes."

After shaking off Wan Pu, Zhong Lin moved about until arriving at a secretive place, where Shi Yunyi was already waiting.

"Senior Brother."

Shi Yunyi’s expression remained as emotionless as ever, yet Zhong Lin could see a hint of sorrow in the depths of his eyes.

Even though joining the Seven Stars Sect was a plan agreed upon by Zhong Lin and others, they are, after all, human with emotions. Feng Lan Sword Lord personally accepted him as a disciple, serving as a True Disciple, with continuous cultivation resources. Now with his sudden passing, Shi Yunyi naturally could not remain indifferent.

Zhong Lin sighed, stepping forward to pat Shi Yunyi on the shoulder.

"My condolences."

Shi Yunyi forcefully managed a smile, "Senior Brother, I’m fine."

"Junior Brother, what exactly happened? Why did Feng Lan Sword Lord suddenly die? Is there any hidden matter?" Zhong Lin asked curiously.

Shi Yunyi shook his head and said, "There’s nothing hidden. I know what you’re thinking, Brother. Feng Lan Master indeed passed away. Didn’t Yan Yan from Fierce Sun Palace already confirm that?"

Yan Yan’s sudden rush to the coffin wasn’t just to pay respects to Feng Lan Sword Lord’s appearance; his real motive was to confirm whether Feng Lan Sword Lord was truly dead.

If he was faking it, they wouldn’t dare to be so arrogant.

Zhong Lin frowned, "How could this be so sudden? Feng Lan Sword Lord was in his prime. His lifespan shouldn’t be this short."

"I heard from Elder Liu Feng that Feng Lan Master was attempting a breakthrough, but went mad during the condensation of the Xuandan and died."

"This..."

Zhong Lin momentarily didn’t know what to say. Going mad was indeed a catch-all reason, but something still felt off. If Feng Lan Sword Lord chose to break through, how could he be so careless?

Too sudden.

Shaking his head, there’s no need to dwell on what’s beyond comprehension. When the cart meets the mountain, there will be a way.

"Junior Brother, the Fierce Sun Palace approaches aggressively; though a battle might not happen now, it definitely won’t end peacefully. They have been oppressed by the Seven Stars Sect for too long. With Feng Lan Sword Lord’s passing, these two Sects are bound to clash. As a Direct Disciple of Feng Lan Sword Lord, you’ll surely become their target. Find a chance to leave the Seven Stars Sect, return to the Xuan Gui Continent to hide for a while, and come back once it’s over," Zhong Lin advised.

Shi Yunyi remained silent, a look of internal conflict flashing across his face.

Damn!

Zhong Lin’s heart sank, a sense of foreboding rising within him.

"Senior Brother, the Seven Stars Sect has treated me well. Departing suddenly would trouble my conscience."