Why are you crying when I've severed ties? The fake heiress is leading a new sect to new height

Chapter 543 Entering the Cultivation World Ahead of Schedule

Qi Chong also wondered if there was something wrong with the Yin-Yang Twin Flowers.

But he shared the same thought as that evil cultivator, believing it was unlikely.

The barrier of the Yin-Yang Twin Flowers was set up by a group of the top evil cultivators, including him.

It was another masterpiece he was most satisfied with, besides the evil object.

He knew all too well the strength of those barriers; even the Five Divine Beasts couldn't overcome them.

Unfortunately, the Yin World has now lost contact with the Transitional Realm, so there is no way to ask Yin Hong whether he still has the key.

"Moreover, if those people in the cultivation world had truly obtained the Yin-Yang Twin Flowers, they would surely be eager to destroy them and eliminate us as quickly as possible," the evil cultivator continued. "How could it be just such a small disturbance?"

He felt that the possibility was very small.

Even Qi Chong was almost persuaded by this evil cultivator, but the next moment, Qi Chong suddenly thought of Shen Sangruo's face and all her past deeds.

"Idiot! Just because the probability is small doesn't mean it's impossible! How many times have you suffered at Shen Sangruo's hands before? Haven't you learned your lesson?!"

“Shen Sangruo is the most cunning. Many things that we thought were impossible to crack have been ruined by her.”

Their grand plan, the elaborate array they painstakingly set up, and that evil creature—which of them wasn't Shen Sangruo's doing?
Qi Chong was truly terrified of Shen Sangruo; even he, a heretical cultivator, found her existence eerie.

At this moment, Qi Chong was extremely cautious.

"They might be plotting something again, trying to wipe us all out. No way!"

Qi Chong suddenly stood up and looked at the cultivator beside him, "How many more days will it take to successfully refine that thing?"

“It will take at least two more years,” the monk replied.

"We can't wait that long," Qi Chong said through gritted teeth. "At most two months, we'll re-establish relations with the cultivation world and open the passage!"

“However, that thing has not yet been refined, and there are still five divine beasts guarding the cultivation world. If we attack rashly like this, I'm afraid we will not be their match.” The cultivator looked worried.

Qi Chong glanced at them coldly, "Just five divine beasts? Have you been wasting all the spiritual energy that the formation has extracted over the past ten thousand years? So what if they have five divine beasts? We might still be able to fight them!"

"Besides, don't we have a special gas made for them? If we can't kill them, we can find a way to trap them."

The cultivator was still worried. He had been planning for ten thousand years, thinking he could take over the cultivation world without bloodshed, but in the end he still had to resort to such violent warfare.

Wasn't everything they did just to bypass the Five Divine Beasts?
The Five Divine Beasts are definitely powerful enough to be so feared by them. Fighting the Five Divine Beasts is definitely not as simple as Qi Chong said.

In his view, it was definitely not a rational decision to launch a strong attack on the cultivation world and confront the five divine beasts head-on before that thing had even taken shape.

"My lord, why don't we consider this carefully again, and wait until that thing is successfully refined before going to the cultivation world and taking it down in one fell swoop? Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"In this way, our millennia of dormancy will not have been in vain."

Compared to ten thousand years of patience, waiting two more years is nothing.

But Qi Chong was determined to keep the initiative firmly in his hands and never let the cultivation world or Shen Sangruo lead him around.

Only by personally going to the cultivation world and seeing clearly what kind of tricks they were up to could he feel at ease.

“You have a lot of concerns.” His gaze fell on the evil cultivator.

The evil cultivator quickly lowered his head, "This subordinate is only considering the greater good of our master and our plans."

"Aren't you worried that thing will take too long to form? If that's the case, why don't you go and help it out yourself?"

Upon hearing this, the evil cultivator's eyes widened, and his face suddenly turned pale with fear.

"host……"

Before he could say anything, Qi Chong had already severed his head.

This heretical cultivator ultimately could not escape the fate of being killed by Qi Chong.

He personally threw the man into the enormous furnace, watching the flames rapidly devour the corpse. Cruelty and greed gleamed in his eyes. He muttered under his breath, "Not enough. These aren't enough. We need to refine this thing as quickly as possible!"

In the following days, dozens of people were beheaded by Qi Chong every day and thrown into the furnace.

In the cultivation world, there is the Flying Cloud Sect.

Now, only Feng Heyun remains on Zhenlin Peak; even the peak master, Lingxiao Zhenren, has exploded and died.

Except for Luo Chu, who was somewhat better off, everyone else died in such an undignified manner.

He erected cenotaphs for Lingxiao Zhenren, Wen Xuan, Lu Shiqing, and Luo Chu. He didn't know why he did this; perhaps it was because Zhenlin Peak was too desolate.

Feng Heyun felt that this must be retribution for how they treated Shen Sangruo back then.

They brought it upon themselves; they deserved it.

He watched as his former fellow disciples and master died one by one before his eyes, and the feelings in his heart were indescribable.

Faced with the empty Zhenlin Peak, he didn't even know where to go or what to do, and there was no one to talk to.

At first, he would wander around Zhenlin Peak like a lost soul.

But wherever he went, he would recall the times he spent with Shen Sangruo and his fellow disciples.

I felt so uncomfortable that I couldn't breathe.

There is no going back. After all, there is no going back.

As he walked further, he became increasingly agitated, and he stopped wandering around Zhenlin Peak altogether.

He tried to rekindle old interests, such as his brewery.

But once he enters the brewery, he remembers that jar of mulberry wine and how he once locked Shen Sangruo in the brewery.

He angrily swept his treasured collection of fine wines to the ground; he was angry with himself and resented himself.

He was thinking how wonderful it would have been if none of these things had ever happened.

Feng Heyun spent his days getting completely drunk, trying to immerse himself in a beautiful dream.

They practically lived in the brewery, and some time passed like that.

He realized that he could no longer numb himself with alcohol. No matter how much he drank, Shen Sangruo would not come back, and Zhenlin Peak could never return to the past.

Feng Heyun, who had always loved wine to the point of obsession, suddenly developed an aversion to it at this moment.

He smashed all the wine jars in the brewery and set it ablaze, reducing it to ashes.

Amidst the firelight, the gaunt Feng Heyun wept uncontrollably.

From now on, he will never drink again.

Without the brewery, Feng Heyun didn't want to go out and could only sit in front of his cave all day.

He stared blankly at the four cenotaphs before him, day after day.

Next to him was the jar of mulberry wine that had been left over from helping Shen Sangruo regain her feelings, but it was just sitting there; he didn't want to drink it, he couldn't bear to.

During his dazed moments, he thought most about Shen Sangruo from the past.

Often, one moment they're laughing, the next they're sobbing; one second they're joyful, the next they're furious.

His emotions became increasingly unpredictable.

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