Arc 3: Part 27
Tong Su's words, clear and resounding, fell upon the ears of those present like the sudden clap of thunder!
Indeed, everyone knew that under the current circumstances, without Tian Xuanzi's protection, she would be unable to remain in the Ziwei Palace any longer.
However, getting expelled from the sect and choosing to leave it willingly are two entirely different things!
Before anyone had time to react, Tong Su extended her hand and, utilizing the fierce Golden Crow fire, exerted force. The sect token—in a swift crack—shattered in her grip.
The fragments of jade and dust rained down, as the wind swept them away into the air, leaving no trace behind.
She glanced disdainfully and mockingly over the faces filled with shock, then she lifted her hand and pointed at Feng Yin Yue. Although silent, her haughty and scornful expression seemed to be saying:
"Feng Yin Yue, you, wait for me!"
The entire snowy plains seemed overtaken by silence, accompanied only by the low moan of the wind and the faint sounds of snow hitting the ground. Whether it was Chen Lingzi, Lu Han Yuanjun, the sect elders, or Feng Yin Yue, they all involuntarily turned their gaze towards Tong Su.
Despite her body being covered in blood, despite her cultivation level being the lowest, at that moment, the aura surrounding her was so overpowering it made everyone instinctively back off.
The devil cultivator's eyes brightened, admiringly looking at Tong Su. The path of demonic cultivation had never entertained any pretense of righteousness. High cultivation level didn't matter as much—what mattered most was one's spirit and determination.
Her approach of not submitting to higher cultivation levels, maintaining her self-dominance despite confronting the strong, and refusing to be disadvantaged was exactly what those on the demon path highly admired.
"Humph, let the righteous path wait for their regret!"
Suddenly, Tian Xuanzi let out a light and triumphant laugh.
He spread his ink-colored wide sleeves, pulling Tong Su into his embrace, and with the other hand, he morphed his demonic energy, pulling several devil cultivators. Stepping onto the Chi Ming Sword, he soared into the sky amidst surging demonic energy, transforming into an escape light, and disappeared into the horizon in a blink.
All that remained was a resounding, boisterous laughter cascading from the sky.
"Good job! With such an arrogant spirit, she's certainly suitable to be my junior sister!"
Only when the figures had disappeared did the petrified onlookers burst into noise.
Lu Han Yuanjun swept out with her sleeve, her spiritual energy fiercely crashing onto the ground, blowing up a large pit. Her expression revealed his fury, "What did she say? How dare she talk like that? The audacious Bai Tong, who does she think she is! I want her dead— I want her dead—"
"Master!" Feng Yin Yue cried out, her expression glazed-over with a sense of uneasiness that she couldn't quite understand. This left her anxious and doubtful, and she clenched her hands into fists beneath her sleeves until her nails dug into her palms, causing pain.
Chen Lingzi sighed: "Lu Han, now that they are gone, let's not pursue this any further. You should return to the sect and focus on your cultivation."
Reluctantly, Lu Han Yuanjun grumbled an acknowledgment.
Chen Lingzi saw this and felt helpless at heart. He had always acted for the sake of the sect, but this time the situation turned into such a mess, satisfying neither side... but never mind, he hadn't many good years left. Being old, wasn't he just hoping for calm and stability, without any waves before his death?
"In another thirty years, it will be time for the triennial feast of the three realms that occurs only once every three hundred years. Over a hundred righteous sects will gather, and even the demons and spirits will appear. With Tian Xuanzi's absence, Ziwei Heavenly Palace must present an advanced cultivator to support the event. You should prepare ahead."
"Ah," Lu Han Yuanjun recalled and her face changed dramatically, responding in an upset tone. "Yes."
The Feast of the Three Realms.
Feng Yin Yue lowered her head, a corner of her lips lightly curving up into an odd smile unseen by others.
Humans, ghosts, and demonic cultivators... Since it's the feast of the three realms, how could it only involve the righteous and demonic paths?
The demons should seize the opportunity to debut properly in society!
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