Daoist Competition
Chapter 315 - 25 Yin Family of the East Sea

Chapter 315: Chapter 25 Yin Family of the East Sea

Ten days later, a Flying Boat descended onto the ruins of Chenxiang Hall.

Onboard, a young girl in pink saw the desolate mountain, where all she could see were broken bricks and collapsed walls. The once lush garden of green willows and pink peaches had been reduced to withered branches and dead leaves, as if it had been abandoned for ages. Her cherry-red lips parted in astonishment, her eyes filled with a dazed blankness as she murmured, "I’ve only been gone for two months, how has Chenxiang Hall turned into this..."

Beside her, a woman dressed in white, her delicate features like a carefully painted masterpiece, stood there motionlessly. She was like a lotus emerging from water, untouched by the mortal world. Yet her expression was calm as she said, "Sister Jiao, I see that the palaces on the other peaks remain intact. Why not seek out your fellow disciples to inquire about what occurred?"

Sister Jiao, seemingly at a loss for what to do, nodded her head hastily at these words. She was just about to activate the Flying Boat when she spotted a woman coming toward her riding a Magic Artifact. Upon seeing her, the woman cried out in surprise, "Sister Jiao, you’ve returned!"

Sister Jiao recognized the newcomer immediately. As soon as she alighted from the clouds, Sister Jiao rushed forward to grab her arm, shaking it urgently as she asked, "Junior Sister Qi, quickly tell me—what happened here? What on earth happened?"

Junior Sister Qi looked around her, her eyes reddening with grief. Tears welled up as she sobbed, "That day a vicious man came to the hall. Master Ni said this man was the culprit behind Senior Sister Hongchen’s death. For reasons unknown, he stormed up the mountain. Master Ni united all the sisters and disciples to confront him, yet he was too fierce, too powerful. Even deploying the Chaotic Star Formation was not enough to stop him..."

The woman in white’s beautiful eyes gleamed momentarily, and she suddenly interjected, "Wait, you’re saying it was just one man?"

Junior Sister Qi wiped her tears and nodded, "Indeed. Sister, you can’t imagine that Daoist—he merely raised his hand, and countless waves of black pearls surged forward, leveling columns and crushing buildings, leaving destruction in their wake. It was a calamity of unspeakable horror."

The woman in white took another glance at the surrounding devastation, clutching the longsword in her hand a little tighter. Her delicate brows furrowed as she murmured to herself, "Judging from this scene, it does not seem to be caused by a Dharma Treasure. To flatten an entire palace structure with such ease, could it be the work of Divine Skills..."

While she pondered silently, Sister Jiao suddenly let out a cry of grief, "Master Ni..."

It turned out that Sister Jiao was deeply emotionally bonded to Ni Qianying. Upon hearing the tragic and unbearable circumstances of her death, sorrow overwhelmed her. She ran to the edge of the cliff and collapsed in tears, wailing loudly.

The woman in white’s beautiful eyes remained cold, as if she was utterly unaffected by the emotions of others. Turning to Junior Sister Qi, she asked, "Sister, do you know anything of this man’s origins?"

Junior Sister Qi shook her head. "None of us know. It was said that a few sisters had seen him laughing and chatting with Senior Sister Hongchen. He must have been an acquaintance of hers. But alas, those few who knew more about this have all perished in the battle..."

The woman in white asked, "Are the bodies still here?"

Junior Sister Qi replied, "Although many of our fellow disciples’ bodies were buried beneath the rubble, we’ve spent the past few days recovering and burying them. Though their mortal lives have ended, at least they may find rebirth in the mortal world. The tragic thing is... Master Ni couldn’t even preserve her Primordial Spirit—she was utterly annihilated..."

The woman in white continued her questioning, "Do you know where the man went? Did anyone see his appearance clearly?"

Junior Sister Qi thought for a moment and hesitantly said, "It seemed he headed toward the East. As for his appearance..." Mentioning Zhang Yan’s appearance seemed to revive clearer memories in Junior Sister Qi. This time, she described his looks meticulously, even down to the details of his attire.

The woman in white nodded lightly and turned to walk toward Sister Jiao.

Seeing her approach, Sister Jiao wailed, "Master Ni was slain by that man, and even the Seven Absolute Piles were taken away. This treasure was held by my Chenxiang Sect, and it ought to be reclaimed for the sake of my sisters. But now, in the face of my sect’s current devastation, though I have the will, I lack the means. If a greater enemy arrives, I don’t know how we could possibly defend ourselves!"

The woman in white gazed at her quietly and said, "Sister, restrain your grief. If you do not object, I can grant you a Spirit Talisman. You may take it and lead any willing sisters into my Yuan Yang Sect as disciples."

"What?" Sister Jiao looked up in delighted surprise. "We could truly enter Yuan Yang Sect’s Mountain Gate?"

The woman in white shook her head slightly. "Not the Mountain Gate. What I refer to is the Cave Mansions outside Yuan Yang Sect founded by our disciples."

"Oh..."

Upon hearing that this was not the main entrance to Yuan Yang Sect, Sister Jiao looked somewhat disappointed. But then she reconsidered. Though they would not truly become disciples of Yuan Yang Sect, joining these branches would mean taking shelter under Yuan Yang Sect’s shadow. They would effectively be supported by a mighty tree and no longer need to live in constant fear. Even when leaving the Mountain Gate, they could claim to be Yuan Yang disciples, earning greater respect from others. Hastily wiping away her tears, she bowed deeply with gratitude toward the woman in white and said, "Thank you, Senior Sister Xin, for your kindness. I am willing to go and, on behalf of the sisters here, express our thanks to you."