I Have A Qi Fortune Altar.
Chapter 515: 387: Grandmasters Gather, Yang Transformation Arrives!_2

Chapter 515: Chapter 387: Grandmasters Gather, Yang Transformation Arrives!_2

Meng Liang’s aura was overwhelmingly strong, resembling a towering mountain.

“Infinite Venerable, why must you be so furious, esteemed fellow Daoists? If we bully the weak, wouldn’t it tarnish our reputation if word spreads?” Yun Zhongzi said with a faint smile.

“Old Taoist, are you trying to play the good guy here?” Meng Liang’s gaze turned towards the old Daoist.

“Not at all, I simply do not wish to recklessly create slaughter,” Yun Zhongzi replied with a smile, then turned to Chen Yuan:

“Green Envoy Chen, you’re a hero of the moment. Should you fall here, it would inevitably be a loss to Jianghu. Why not hand over the treasures you acquired in the Secret Realm, and I guarantee your safety.”

Chen Yuan’s mouth curled into a smirk:

“Do you think that’s possible?”

“Chen Yuan, do you think we dare not kill you? Jiang He is your backer but so what? Could he really defend you from a thousand li away with Sword Control?”

Fang Wuji’s face was filled with murderous intent.

Years ago, he had suffered under Jiang He’s sword, nearly dying. Seeing Jiang He’s favored Martial Artist now naturally did not evoke any pleasant attitudes.

“Then what are you waiting for?” Chen Yuan stood with one hand behind his back, facing the onslaught of four Grandmasters without showing any cowardice.

“Why bother with this…”

Yun Zhongzi slowly shook his head.

“Was Xuanming buried by the donor’s hand?” Zong Yuan asked quietly.

“You go ask him yourself.”

“Boy, do not be too arrogant. Any of us could easily make you perish here.”

“Indeed, this seat recognizes your talents. You will surely be a formidable entity in the future; I do not wish to bully the weak. Hand over the treasures from the Secret Realm, and Meng will let you go this time. If you wish to seek revenge later, feel free to find me, Meng.”

“Heh heh….”

Chen Yuan stared at them, a cold sneer curling the corners of his mouth.

“Since you seek death, then as the City Lord, I will fulfill your wish,” Fang Wuji snorted coldly, his aura condensing, preparing to move.

Yun Zhongzi whipped his horsetail whisk, remaining silent.

Zong Yuan pressed his palms together and silently chanted, “Amitabha.”

In the void, a horrifying giant palm more than thirty feet long condensed, exuding immense aura, suddenly hurling towards Chen Yuan, who simply smiled faintly in response.

Following that, an invisible force enveloped thousands of kilometers.

In the void, the giant palm formed by Primordial Energy slowly dissipated before everyone.

“Who is it?”

“Who is peering?”

Meng Liang’s gaze sharpened, while Fang Wuji felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

Sensing the terrifying aura enveloping them, Yun Zhongzi’s expression suddenly changed, hastily bowing toward a certain direction in the void:

“May I know which True Master has arrived?”

“True Master!”

Hearing this, whether it was Fang Wuji, Meng Liang, or the old monk, their faces drastically changed, glancing towards the void with somewhat frightened looks.

The Martial Artists below exploded with excitement.

The drama of the mantis stalking the cicada with the oriole behind is most theatrical, and they too felt like they were riding a roller coaster.

First, Chen Yuan defeated a Grandmaster, vanquished Yu Huasheng, followed by the appearance of four Grandmasters. Now, incredibly, even the legendary Yang Transformation True Master had appeared.

It’s known that encounters with Yang Transformation True Masters are rare, and every appearance draws significant attention.

Having a Yang Transformation True Master in a sect, even among the top sects worldwide, is highly exceptional, a state-dominating presence, thus warranting their members being called the Fengyun List.

It was precisely because the Yang Transformation True Master was absent that Jianghu was stirred.

Individuals like Jiang He, battling Yang Transformation entities, are exceedingly rare, and only those in the top ten or even top five of the Fengyun List could possess such strength.

Yu Qingyan understood well; ever since the other Grandmasters appeared, she had been puzzled as to why Chen Yuan’s face showed no hint of panic. Indeed, it was because of this trump card that he had the confidence!

“Who is this seat to report its name to you?”

In the void, a ghostly figure gradually solidified, appearing before everyone.

She was cloaked in a black robe, but her voice revealed she was a woman!

A female True Master?

The Grandmasters’ gaze instantly sharpened, speculating about her identity.

Jianghu’s few female Yang Transformation True Masters are exceedingly rare, but the opponent’s concealed aura and face baffled them.

“We dare not, dare not,” Yun Zhongzi, no longer as composed as before, waved his hands repeatedly.

Much like the difference between Reach Profound and a Grandmaster, the gap between Core Realm and Yang Transformation is vast. Even if they combined forces, they couldn’t withstand a single Yang Transformation True Master.

Naturally, they dared not be disrespectful.

The black-robed woman was surrounded by a formidable aura:

“Grandmasters bullying the weak? You really are living in the belly of a dog.”

A cold snort echoed, chilling the Grandmasters suddenly as if plunging from summer into an icehouse. Yun Zhongzi hastily said:

“Senior misunderstands; I did not mean to bully the weak.”

“Neither did this monk commit such deeds.”

Meng Liang swallowed nervously, adding:

“Please discern the truth, esteemed predecessor.”

Only Fang Wuji, the City Lord of Black Water City, turned pale, hesitating for a moment before murmuring:

“Senior, forgive me; I will leave at once.”

The black-robed woman chuckled coldly:

“No need. I shall see you off.”

After speaking, with a single wave of her hand, a teal streak of light shot out instantly; Fang Wuji’s face changed dramatically, as he immediately moved to block, a dark pool of water forming in front of him.

He quickly said:

“Senior misunderstands, I…”

His voice abruptly stopped as the dark pool of water couldn’t resist the teal streak of light, which struck him directly. Instantly, Fang Wuji’s expression twisted in terror, and he screamed.