A blind man cultivates immortality and witnesses the great secret of the holy maiden in her bridal c

The airship sped along, cutting through the sky, and flew continuously for a whole day.

As night fell, the crescent moon hung like a hook, its cold light casting an eerie silvery frost over the vast Gobi Desert.

The airship suddenly swooped down and finally landed steadily in front of a desert tavern—a tavern that stood alone on the edge of the Gobi Desert, its walls mottled and damaged in many places, as if it could collapse at any moment.

Matthew paused for a moment, his brow furrowed, and looked at Zhang Churan with a puzzled expression: "My lord, why are we stopping here? This desolate wilderness is too dangerous! We should travel through the night and reach the Holy City as soon as possible!"

"I'm exhausted from traveling all this time, and I'm a little hungry. I'll eat something before I go," Zhang Churan said calmly, his tone leaving no room for argument, as he strode towards the tavern.

"Damn it!" Matthew cursed inwardly, speechless for a moment.

For cultivators at the Divine Power Realm, going without food for a few days has absolutely no effect, especially since their storage rings are already stocked with fasting pills and other similar foods. This envoy is being so fussy; at such a life-or-death moment, she still has the mood to enjoy food. Women really are unreliable!

The mighty Holy Emperor, a super strong expert in the late stage of the Golden Core Realm, actually appointed such a little girl as a secret envoy. This is really affecting the efficiency of his work!

Zhang Churan walked straight to the stone table outside the tavern and sat down. The table was covered in dust, which she casually swept away with a wave of her hand. Turning to Ma Xiucai, she said, "Sect Leader Ma, won't you join us for a bite to eat?"

"No, no!" Matthew waved his hand with a forced smile, but his eyes darted around warily—this place was too eerie, making him uneasy. "My lord, please eat first. I'll keep watch here until you've finished eating before we continue our journey!"

Zhang Churan nodded slightly, no longer insisting, and turned to walk into the tavern. The wooden door creaked shut, cutting off the view between inside and outside.

Matthew stood there, gazing at the endless yellow sand, and sighed deeply. His dissatisfaction with Zhang Churan was almost overflowing, but he could only suppress it, because the other party was the Holy Emperor's secret envoy!

Just then, a strong wind suddenly arose, and the sand and gravel scraped against our cheeks like knives!

Matthew suddenly shuddered, his hair stood on end, and a cold sweat broke out on his back!

An extremely terrifying killing intent, as if it were a tangible force, enveloped him from all directions in an instant!

This killing intent was icy cold, carrying an aura of annihilation, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ancient ice cellar, his very soul trembling violently! The strength of the killing intent far exceeded his comprehension, as if it came from an ancient ferocious beast, ready to devour and crush him completely!

"Oh no! An ambush!"

Matthew was, after all, the sect leader of Tianhai Sect and a top cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Divine Power Realm. He reacted extremely quickly in life-or-death situations!

Without a second thought, he frantically circulated his spiritual energy, and his body exploded with a "bang," transforming into a thick, inky black mist that rapidly spread in all directions. Each wisp of black mist contained a strand of his divine thought, attempting to use the black mist clone to confuse the senses and escape!

However, it was all too late!

"Boom—!"

A deafening roar shook the heavens and earth!

The yellow sand on the Gobi Desert was shaken into the air, forming a huge sand wave! A giant metal hand, completely black and covered with ferocious runes, descended from the sky. Dense black evil energy swirled around the hand, radiating overwhelming pressure. It instantly expanded to a radius of tens of kilometers, like the sky pressing down, completely enveloping the entire area and cutting off all escape routes!

The next second, the giant metal hand transformed into countless tiny hands, each gleaming with a cold light, forming a net that cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound, and slammed down on Matthew's black mist clone!

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

After a series of ear-piercing explosions, the black mist clone was struck by countless tiny hands, instantly disintegrating into wisps of black smoke that vanished in the gale!

Matthew's figure fell out of the black mist like a kite with a broken string, spitting out a mouthful of dark blood with a "whoosh" as he crashed heavily onto the yellow sand, stirring up a cloud of dust! His face was as pale as paper, his lips were bloodless, his eyes were filled with extreme terror and disbelief, his chest heaved violently, and he was barely breathing!

His soul was shattered—this was definitely the work of a Golden Core cultivator! And no ordinary Golden Core cultivator at that!

The gap between the Divine Power Realm and the Golden Core Realm is like an insurmountable chasm, a world apart! Even if he is at the Great Perfection of the Divine Power Realm, only one step away from the Golden Core Realm, he is as fragile as an ant in front of a true Golden Core Realm cultivator, and has no power to resist at all!

"Is...is it His Majesty the Holy Emperor?!" Matthew struggled to lift his head, his voice trembling with sobs and filled with despair. "Please, His Majesty the Holy Emperor, stop! This is all a misunderstanding! It was Ma Wei of our Tianhai Sect who colluded with the Holy Fire Sect, it really wasn't me! I am utterly loyal to His Majesty the Holy Emperor, please spare my life!"

"Spare you? Too late!"

A chilling voice rang out, as if it came from the deepest hell, causing Matthew to freeze in his tracks!

Several figures slowly emerged from the darkness, moonlight casting long, eerie shadows upon them.

It was Chen Yang, Zhang Churan, Jiang Fan, and an old man with golden hair, a golden beard, and golden eyebrows—the patriarch of the Jiang family! The patriarch was surrounded by a faint golden glow, and his aura was unfathomable, like an ancient god in slumber. Just by standing there, he made the surrounding air become stagnant and heavy!

Matthew lay on the yellow sand, his eyes unfocused as he looked at the group, his mind a jumbled mess, as if covered in glue: he recognized Jiang Fan, and he also recognized the Jiang family patriarch; he knew this was the Jiang family's top combat force in Dongyuan Kingdom! He also felt that Chen Yang looked somewhat familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before! And Zhang Churan, wasn't he the secret envoy from just now?!

How did they end up together?! What's going on?! Could it be... a trap from the very beginning?!

Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Matthew lying motionless on the ground, then turned and cupped his hands towards the Jiang family patriarch, saying, "Patriarch, thank you for your trouble!"

The Jiang family patriarch didn't say much, his eyes were as cold as ice, he simply raised his right hand and waved it gently!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Countless golden flying swords appeared out of thin air, shooting out from the void like a torrential rain. The swords flashed with dazzling golden light and carried a sharp whistling sound that tore through everything as they pierced towards Matthew's body!

"puff--!"

Before Matthew could even scream, his body was torn to pieces by a dense barrage of golden flying swords. Blood stained the yellow sand beneath him, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air!

A faint wisp of soul energy escaped from the fragments, carrying extreme fear, and tried to fly rapidly towards Tianhai Sect, attempting to trigger the sect's soul tablet and let the sect know of his death!

But the Jiang family patriarch merely glanced coldly and casually waved his hand. An invisible force instantly enveloped that wisp of soul aura, dispersing it without a trace as if crushing a bubble—ensuring that no one would know the true cause of Matthew's death, perfectly covering up this ambush!

Chen Yang stepped forward and grabbed the storage ring that Ma Xiu had dropped. Feeling the rich spiritual energy and abundant resources within, a smile crept onto his lips. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Jiang Fan to thank him: "Father-in-law, thank you so much for your help this time! Without you, killing Ma Xiu would have been much more difficult!"

"Haha! Good son-in-law!" Jiang Fan laughed loudly, patted Chen Yang on the shoulder, and said in a hearty tone, "That old bastard Matthew should have been killed long ago! Getting rid of him is a way of avenging our Jiang family! As for the competition for the position of sect leader of Tianhai Sect, I can't help you with that anymore; you'll have to rely on yourself!"

"Don't worry!" Chen Yang chuckled, his eyes sharp as knives, gleaming with confidence. "As soon as Matthew dies, Tianhai Sect will be thrown into chaos! Without a leader, even if we can't become the sect leader, we'll still have an opportunity!"

After a brief chat, Jiang Fan and the Jiang family patriarch turned and left, transforming into two streaks of light and disappearing into the night.

Chen Yang and Zhang Churan then used their movement techniques together, transforming into two afterimages, and quietly returned to Tianhai Sect.

A few more days passed.

A shocking piece of news spread like a thunderclap throughout Tianhaimen and even reached the surrounding cities!

"Sect Leader Ma Xiucai suddenly attacked and injured people on his way to the Holy Emperor's Palace, wounding the Holy Emperor's secret envoy before fleeing alone! The Holy Emperor has confirmed his crime of colluding with the Holy Fire Sect, and now the entire Myriad Immortals Dynasty has issued the highest-level arrest warrant, pursuing Ma Xiucai with all its might and ordering his execution without exception!"