Chapter 183: The Bootlicking Immortal Lord Who Wants to Live Off a Woman.49

Instantly, Elder Su’s expression softened as he looked at Shen Xiuyan.

Shen Xiuyan’s eyes lit up at the sight. Why didn’t they say so earlier? If these items could put Elder Su at ease, he had plenty more where that came from.

As long as Elder Su agreed to this matter, he was willing to offer up his entire fortune as a betrothal gift.

But right now, he was just a low-ranking disciple. He didn’t even know how to bring it up.

Elder Su was still lost in thought.

He’s sincere, he mused. This young man truly likes my daughter. Otherwise, with a legacy that could rival the wealth of the entire Cultivation World, he could’ve kept it all to himself and had anything he wanted. There’d be no need to fixate on my daughter.

Elder Su finally relaxed a little. His gaze toward Shen Xiuyan now held a touch of fatherly affection.

He had initially suspected the young man of approaching his daughter with ulterior motives—after all, everything between them had progressed far too quickly.

But now it seemed that wasn’t the case. If he was after anything, it was her—just her.

He patted Shen Xiuyan on the shoulder, about to speak, when a deafening noise erupted in the distance.

Thunder boomed, the ground quaked, and it felt as if the entire mountain was about to explode.

Panic swept through the crowd.

“What’s going on? What happened—?”

“Someone go check! What the hell is happening?”

“Sect Leader! I think it came from the direction of the Cliff of Contemplation!”

After the massive blast, dust filled the air, and to everyone’s shock, the Cliff of Contemplation had actually split open.

A surge of black energy shot into the sky, blanketing the Wu Nian Sect in ominous darkness. Sect Master Xia’s heart sank as he shouted, “This is bad! There’s demonic energy—quick, activate the protective barriers on all the peaks!”

But it was already too late.

A Demonic Cultivator who had been sealed for over a thousand years suddenly appeared before them with a flicker of movement.

And he wasn’t alone—he was dragging along Ruan Xi’er, her body limp and drained of blood.

“It’s a Demonic Cultivator!”

“The audacity! You dare cause trouble in Wu Nian Sect? You must have a death wish!”

“Yeah! There’s so many of us here. You think we’re afraid of you? Get lost if you don’t want to die!”

The Demonic Cultivator let out a wild, arrogant laugh. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the last person who had spoken. He reached out and clamped a hand tightly around the man’s neck.

The man was stunned. Why can’t I fight back?

Where’s my Spiritual Energy?!

What level of cultivation is this guy?

Everyone sensed something was wrong. Someone shouted, “Sect Leader Feng, don’t be afraid! I’ll save you!”

But before he could even take a step, an overwhelming Spiritual Pressure burst from the Demonic Cultivator, nearly forcing everyone present to their knees.

A wave of dread swept through the crowd.

The moment Shen Xiuyan felt that Spiritual Pressure, he immediately released a burst of Spiritual Energy to shield the people around him.

The others weren’t so lucky—many suffered internal injuries to varying degrees.

Elder Su looked around at the people collapsed all over the ground, confused. He whispered, “Daughter, what’s going on? I don’t feel anything wrong… Why is everyone down? Are you guys feeling unwell?”

The three of them shook their heads in confusion.

They really didn’t feel a thing. But to avoid standing out, Elder Su quickly pulled the others down into a squat.

“Everyone, squat down and act like you’re in pain. Got it?”

Wang Gang nodded dumbly. “Got it, got it. The tall blade cuts the tallest stalk.”

That Demonic Cultivator clearly wasn’t someone to mess with. This wasn’t the time for small fries like them to be heroic.

Let the Sect Leaders handle the sky falling.

“Master, you’re telling us to keep up appearances, but you’re not even doing it right. Your face doesn’t look like someone who’s been injured at all.”

“Oh, really?” Elder Su quickly clutched his chest and put on a weak expression. “How about now?”

Wang Gang nodded. “That’s more like it.”

Shen Xiuyan: “…”

Su Mingyue: “…”

Ning Cui: “…”

The three of them took a synchronized step to the side, all wearing the same expression: We don’t know these people.

Where did these clowns come from?

Meanwhile, Sect Master Xia, who was facing off against the Demonic Cultivator, seemed to recall something. He asked in disbelief, “You… you’re Emperor Xinluo?”

“Hahahaha! Didn’t expect someone would still recognize me,” Xinluo laughed maniacally.

Sect Master Xia shouted, “The seal—it’s broken! This is the demon Emperor Xinluo who was sealed a thousand years ago by the Honored Immortal Xian Yue!”

“What?!”

The crowd erupted once more.

They all knew about the great war a thousand years ago—how Xian Yue had battled this Demonic Cultivator in a cataclysmic fight and barely managed to seal him away in the end.

It was said that the seal had over a hundred layers. How had he broken free?

Xinluo laughed wildly. “I owe it all to that little disciple of your Wu Nian Sect. If it weren’t for her, I’d still be trapped. Now that I’m out, it’s time to settle old scores.”

He knew exactly how to twist the knife. Sure enough, as soon as he said it, Sect Master Xia turned in disbelief to look at Ruan Xi’er, who was pale from blood loss and on the brink of death.

“Ruan Xi’er… why would you do this? The sect has treated you well.”

Ruan Xi’er let out a deranged laugh, her expression now eerily similar to Xinluo’s.

Her eyes were like a venomous snake’s as she stared down the crowd. “Treated me well? How exactly? By having my Master and Senior Brother secretly decide my fate behind my back? If I hadn’t acted first, I’d be the one stripped of my Immortal Bone and thrown into the Lower Realm right now.”

“What?!” Sect Master Xia couldn’t believe it. After all, everyone had seen how much Second Elder and Chu Suxing had doted on Ruan Xi’er.

His expression turned grim. “Is this true?”

Second Elder’s face darkened with embarrassment. “This traitor cannot be allowed to live.”

Though he didn’t say it outright, Sect Master Xia understood from those words that it was indeed true.

He shook his head. Second Elder had been foolish. Even if Ruan Xi’er had made a mistake, she didn’t deserve such a punishment.

On ordinary days, a little less indulgence and a bit more strict guidance would have sufficed—why go so far as to destroy her Immortal Bone? How is that any different from sentencing her to death?