Chapter 111: Get Lost
In the shocked gazes of everyone.
The overwhelming darkness slowly faded, revealing clarity.
In its place, countless flying petals filled the air.
Amidst the multitude, two stunningly beautiful women, like celestial beings descended to earth, stood elegantly on either side, one in a yellow robe and the other in a blue shirt, holding swords.
Behind them, a simple and serene palanquin pulled by celestial cranes approached through the sky, stirring countless fluttering petals as an ethereal aura surrounded them.
A fragrance of flowers wafted through the air, like a spring breeze brushing past.
Many people present seemed to recognize who they were, and shock flashed across their faces as they hurriedly stood to pay their respects.
Especially the two old timers, Yongning and Yuanming, who were beyond delighted.
Not just the righteous cultivators; even the small face of Hua Jianglian showed a hint of panic as she muttered:
“Oh no, oh no, we’ve really drawn out an old monster…”
In an instant, all present showed utmost respect, bowing simultaneously toward the embroidered palanquin.
“Junior pays respects to the Sword Flower Palace Master, Gu Jianxian!”
The only person who remained seated was Sang Zhe.
Sang Zhe still maintained a calm and indifferent posture.
Of course, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to move.
He was too scared to do so.
The two sword-holding maidens in front of him were familiar faces.
Weren’t they the same disciples of Sword Flower Palace who came to disrupt his confession with Zhang Xiaoying the other day?
And who sat in the palanquin, drawing the reverence of everyone present?
The legendary Sword Fairy Gu Yingmian, Master of the Sword Flower Palace, one of the three holy sites!
To be honest, Sang Zhe wanted nothing more than to join everyone in bowing to this big shot.
However, he knew that if he stopped acting halfway through…
That would be the end of him.
He still vividly remembered that day when Gu Yingmian casually cleaved an entire mountain with a single swing of her sword, no way did he want to experience that personally!
So, even to keep his little life, Sang Zhe had to gamble that the other party couldn’t see through his mask mode.
Please, Miss Nian Nian, don’t let me down now…
As the petals fell, the palanquin slowly entered the square along a path laid out by thousands of petals and finally stopped at the edge of the square.
It settled down among the invited cultivators.
Once the palanquin arrived, the demure girl in blue with her high ponytail stepped forward, holding the sword and sweetly spoke:
“Little girl Chun Lan, on behalf of the palace master, apologizes to the Demon Cult friends. We came uninvited this time, so please don’t take offense.”
Tang Yubbing’s mouth twitched slightly. With a Celestial of the Great Ascension realm here, who would dare take offense?
But she still smiled politely: “Your arrival, Gu Jianxian, truly brightens this humble place, and we welcome you wholeheartedly.”
“I merely heard that a friend from the Demon Cult has reached the Great Ascension realm, so I came to see a glimpse of your prowess.”
The light, enchanting voice from the palanquin, though soft, was clearly heard by everyone present.
“I hope the Demon Lord doesn’t mind…”
This already gave them ample face.
Yet in the ears of Tang Yubbing and others, it still felt like the countdown to their lives was ticking away.
At this moment, they could only pin all their hopes on Sang Zhe.
Sang Zhe, please… you must handle this well.
Otherwise, our entire Demon Cult is going to go down with you! Tang Yubbing thought in her heart.
Will I ever get a chance to finish catching up with the manga updates? It’s all up to you now! Hua Jianglian also thought anxiously.
Then, in the next moment.
They heard Sang Zhe’s cold voice.
“Nonsense.”
“Of course I mind!”
In that instant.
Tang Yubbing had already mentally prepared her will.
Hua Jianglian fervently closed her eyes, intending to imagine the ending of the manga in her mind before facing death.
Not just them, all the cultivators present were so terrified by this blunt remark that they didn’t dare to breathe.
Yuanming Daoist and Elder Yongning were so dumbfounded that they couldn’t even process what just happened.
Did he really just confront a Great Ascension realm cultivator head-on?
Is he for real?
“Since I didn’t invite you, you dared to come uninvited, isn’t that disrespecting me?”
Sang Zhe spoke coldly, with an undercurrent of anger.
But his back was already drenched in cold sweat.
…It’s over.
It’s all over anyway.
Might as well act a little tough before I go out.
At least I can leave behind a name that stuns the ages.
But to everyone’s surprise.
Inside the palanquin, Gu Yingmian didn’t seem angry at all.
After a moment of silence, that light and pleasant voice rang out again from within the palanquin:
“In that case.”
“I shall apologize to you first.”
Instantly, everyone was once again in an uproar.
At that moment, Elder Yongning and Yuanming Daoist had no more doubts at all.
To make a Great Ascension realm Sword Fairy bow and apologize?
What kind of weight did that carry? Even a first-ranked king in S6 national server can’t compare, right?
This identity of the Demon Lord is surely solid!
Seeing the other party bow, Sang Zhe also snorted coldly:
“Your attitude isn’t bad.”
“Now then, why did you come uninvited?”
“I only heard that there are Great Ascension Demon Cultivators in the Demon Cult, so I specially came to get to know you,” Gu Yingmian continued softly, “I also wanted to see if there’s an opportunity to… engage in some friendly sparring with you.”
“To see who is stronger, your millennium of cultivation or my sword.”
This made the audience murmur with excitement once more.
These two Great Ascension big shots seemed to have an subtext of rivalry in their words.
Could it be that they were fortunate enough to witness a duel between Great Ascension cultivators today?
That thought briefly surfaced in everyone’s minds.
Sang Zhe paled even further.
Crap.
The other party is here to challenge him.
This is truly the worst-case scenario.
At this moment, Nian Nian’s voice rang in his ear: “Gu Yingmian has been in the Great Ascension realm for over fifty years and has frequently sparred with other Great Ascension masters from the other two holy sites over a hundred times.”
“In other words, she’s a battle maniac.”
Crap.
Isn’t this the worst luck ever?
If I dare to agree, it’ll be no friendly sparring.
It’ll be a slaughter.
One swing from her sword will likely deconstruct me at the atomic level.
What’s the point then? Just wait to die.
After a moment of silence, Sang Zhe gradually calmed down.
Suddenly, a surge of courageous enlightenment surged within him.
“Ha, you want to challenge me to a spar?”
On his throne, the mask with a green face and fangs revealed a vicious and disdainful smirk, akin to a demonic ghost.
“Where did this yellow-haired little girl come from? Do you even qualify to fight me?”
“Rest assured.”
“Even if you didn’t come today, I would come to visit your three holy sites sooner or later.”
“I truly want to see what the Great Ascension cultivators of this millennia are like.”
“However today,” he sneered, “is the glorious day of my Demon Cult’s ascension to holy land.”
“During such an important day for my Demon Cult, are the people from Sword Flower Palace so rude to shout about fights?”
“I give you two choices.”
“Either sit down quietly and be a good guest.”
“Or…”
“…Get lost.” he said coldly.
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