Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 802 Huangfeng Valley's Coup
Before the miasma of the Bloodstained Forbidden Land had completely dissipated along the border of Yue Kingdom, an even stronger evil fire, known as "Settling Accounts After Autumn," had already reached the gates of Yellow Maple Valley.

Goodness, what a scene!

The disciples of Huangfeng Valley appeared as if facing a formidable enemy, ready to fight to the death at any moment.

Outside the mountain gate, six groups of people stood in great numbers—the Hidden Moon Sect, Spirit Beast Mountain, Heavenly Palace Fortress, Blade Transformation Valley, Pure Void Sect, and Giant Sword Sect. It was as if all the prominent figures in the Yue Kingdom's cultivation world had arrived.

The elders leading the group had increasingly grim faces, their eyes like poisoned needles piercing straight into Yellow Maple Valley.

The atmosphere? It was incredibly heavy.

The air was so thick it seemed to drip water. When the mountain wind blew, it didn't stir up fallen leaves, but rather silent accusations and unburnt gunpowder.

Why?

It's all because of what happened in the Crimson Forbidden Land.

The disciples from various sects had barely managed to crawl out of that horrible forbidden area. With their shock still fresh, they returned to the warm embrace of their elders and began to complain, boast about their achievements, and, of course, lodge complaints.

This lawsuit stirred up a hornet's nest.

Of all the disciples who survived, whether they were fairies from the Hidden Moon Sect, brutes from the Heavenly Palace Fortress, or insect-playing creatures from the Spirit Beast Mountain, nine out of ten mentioned the same name through gritted teeth—Fang Yu from the Yellow Maple Valley!
This guy is like a mudslide in the forbidden area; wherever he goes, nothing grows.

The Star Soul Grass I'd been guarding for three days? It was almost in my hands when a flash of blue light, and it was gone.

The icy pool monster, which had been worn down by the struggle of the cold pool, was finally killed. The Ice Crystal Lotus had just begun to sprout when, with a whoosh, it was swept away, roots and all.

You finally managed to find a litter of pangolin cubs, and you were enjoying the view? A dark shadow darted by and wiped out the whole nest!

Not to mention the unreasonable purple lightning that struck out with a wave of the hand, leaving a senior sister of the Hidden Moon Sect charred and burned to a crisp, a truly horrific death.
Although the details differ, the core principles remain highly consistent.

In Maple Valley, a prodigy named Fang Yu emerged. Relying on a "rare treasure" he somehow acquired that could unleash purple lightning (no one truly believed that a Qi Refining stage cultivator could possess such a power), he transformed into a professional robber in the forbidden area. He would steal from others when they were about to succeed, taking advantage of every opportunity to plunder them. His methods were extremely ugly and ruthless.

In short, all six major sects have essentially worked for free for that brat from Yellow Maple Valley in the Crimson Forbidden Land! He single-handedly monopolized all the "opportunities" for everyone!
Can this be tolerated?
Thus, led by the Fairy of Rainbow Robes, whose beloved disciple had died and whose eyes were practically spitting fire, the six major sects quickly reached a consensus—to demand an explanation from Yellow Maple Valley!

If he's alive, I want to see him. If he's dead, I want to see his body!
Not a single grain of spirit sand was spared from what was stolen; you all have to return it to me!
This led to the "grand scene" of the six major armies approaching Huangfeng Valley today.

Zhong Lingdao, the head of Huangfeng Valley, stood on a high platform inside the mountain-protecting formation. His wide Taoist robe fluttered in the mountain wind, but his face looked as if it were covered with a layer of frost.

He listened to the cacophony of indignant accusations outside, and his lips twitched involuntarily, especially when he heard the name "Fang Yu".

Zhong Lingdao felt so aggrieved; it was worse than if he had eaten ten pounds of gall.

Has Fang Yu only been a student for a few days?

First, he jumped from Qi Refining to Core Formation overnight, causing chaos within the sect and even alarming the Supreme Elder, Linghu Ancestor, who finally managed to calm things down.

Next, we went to the Crimson Forbidden Land, thinking things would calm down, but what happened?
Good heavens, we've stirred up a hornet's nest among the six major factions!
They plundered the entire younger generation of the cultivation world in the Yue Kingdom!
Now that they've come knocking on his door, this huge black pot has been firmly placed on Huang Fenggu's head.

Zhong Lingdao took a deep breath, channeled his spiritual power, and his voice, like a resounding bell, drowned out the noise outside:
"quiet!"

The roar of the crowd finally brought some silence to the area in front of the mountain gate. Countless eyes were focused on him.

Zhong Lingdao's gaze swept over the faces outside the formation—some angry, some sneering, some waiting to see what would happen—his voice carrying a cold hardness, as if he had been cornered:
"I have understood the purpose of your visit, fellow Daoists. It is nothing more than that your disciples had a conflict with Fang Yu, a disciple of my Yellow Maple Valley, in the Crimson Forbidden Land, which resulted in the loss of some opportunities."

"A little?"

The voice of Fairy Ni Chang from the Hidden Moon Sect was shrill, like ice scraping against glass, "Sect Leader Zhong, how lightly you speak! My disciple Li Ru from the Hidden Moon Sect, her life, is just 'a little' in your mouth?"

"And the thousand-year-old stone stalactite that was stolen from my Tianque Fortress!" The elder of Tianque Fortress said in a deep voice, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"My Spirit Beast Mountain."

Seeing that another argument was about to break out, Zhong Lingdao suddenly flicked his sleeve, his voice rising abruptly, carrying a resolute air of defiance:
"enough!"

His gaze was like lightning, fixed on the crowd outside the formation, his tone carrying undisguised sarcasm and a cruel reality of the lowest rungs of the cultivation world:
"What is the Crimson Forbidden Land? Are you all only finding out today?!"

"That's an ancient battlefield! A burial ground! A battlefield that opens every five years, a battleground specifically for cultivators like us to vie for that one sliver of immortality!"

"Which spiritual herb inside wasn't naturally grown? Which piece of ore wasn't unclaimed? Getting in is your skill! Snatching it is your good fortune! If you can't keep it, humph!"

Zhong Lingdao let out a cold laugh, the sound of which was particularly jarring in front of the silent mountain gate:
"Might makes right! The law of the jungle! This is the unchanging iron law of the cultivation world! You disciples, in the forbidden area, dare to pat your chests and say that you have never robbed other families? Never had the thought of killing and stealing treasures? Never done the 'ambush' trick?!"

These words, like a cold knife, pierced through the fig leaf of "seeking justice," revealing the naked, blood-stained, and mud-stained law of the jungle beneath.

The elders and disciples of the six major sects outside the formation had extremely interesting expressions on their faces.

The anger remained, but beneath the surface, there was a hint of embarrassment and indignation at having one's true feelings exposed.

Yes, the Crimson Forbidden Land is a gladiatorial arena where big fish eat small fish and small fish eat shrimp. Who hasn't gotten their hands dirty?
In a real contest, who is cleaner than whom?

Seeing the changing expressions on everyone's faces, Zhong Lingdao felt slightly calmer, but his tone remained firm: "So, you've gathered here today, demanding that Huangfeng Valley hand over its people and return its belongings. I'd like to ask you, on what grounds? Just because you outnumber us?!"

He practically spat out the last few words through gritted teeth, his gaze sweeping like a blade over the leading Core Formation elders outside the formation. The light of the mountain-protecting formation surged, emitting a deep hum to show its determination.

"Hmph! Sect Leader Zhong, stop beating around the bush!"

An old Taoist priest from the Qingxu Sect, his hair and beard white, snorted coldly, breaking the brief silence. He clearly wasn't buying into this sophistry. "Rules are rules, but Fang Yu's actions are far too ruthless and domineering, bordering on demonic! He even murdered my righteous fellow disciples! This is a grave offense! How can this be treated as an ordinary dispute?"

“That’s right!” The elder of the Giant Sword Sect’s voice boomed, the giant sword behind him humming. “He stole it, so we’ll admit defeat if we’re not as skilled! But he killed and robbed, his methods were ruthless, this blood debt must be settled! We must find him alive or dead! Yellow Maple Valley must hand him over!”

"Yes! Hand over the person!"

"And our things! They must be returned!"

"Kill for life!"

Hearing these sounds, Xiang Zhili, who was inside Huangfeng Valley, thought to himself, "It's just that Fang Yu hasn't returned yet. If only he came back..."
With his Core Formation stage cultivation and lightning magic, the six major sects really couldn't do anything to him.
On the contrary, the six major factions may still suffer a setback.

(End of this chapter)