Covering the Sky: Fairy, I really need to control you properly.

As Yang Yang watched Xu Jinhuan approach him step by step, a sense of absurdity welled up in his heart.

This young man killed Yang Mo, and now he's walking towards him on his own initiative.

What does he want to do?

Xu Jinhuan stopped three feet in front of him, turned around, and faced the high platform, the people of the Purple Mansion, and the various sects of the Eastern Wilderness.

"Today's events began because of me."

"Yang Mo unleashed a forbidden weapon, intending to take my life. I had no choice but to fight back and kill him. The cause and effect are clear, and the right and wrong are obvious. However, the Supreme Elders insist that I pay with my life."

"If my death can stop the holy lands from fighting each other, and bring peace to the Purple Mansion..."

"Then I shall die."

The entire room fell silent.

Then, Xu Jinhuan changed the subject.

"However, you attacked me without distinguishing right from wrong, attempted to incite a bloody war within the Purple Mansion Holy Land during the Dao Discussion Conference, and showed disrespect to the Holy Lord. According to the rules of the Holy Land, it would be unreasonable for you not to be punished, would it?"

He looked at the high-ranking officials of the Purple Mansion on the platform and said, "I remember that the Purple Mansion Holy Land once had a rule that those who contradict or disobey the Holy Lord should be punished accordingly."

Among the crowd, an elder instinctively responded, "That's indeed true..."

But as soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted them.

Everyone knows about the Purple Mansion Holy Land. Lin Suwen suffered a Dao injury in his early years and his lifespan is coming to an end. Tian Shu Peak only occupies one seat among the nine Supreme Elders.

Rules are rules, and strength is strength; these two things are never the same.

Xu Jinhuan ignored the whispers and stared directly at Yang Yang.

"If I die, all resources of your Purple Bamboo Peak will belong to Tian Shu for the next hundred years, and you three Supreme Elders will be removed from the nine available spots. Are you willing to accept this?"

Yang Yang's expression darkened, and he was about to speak.

Xu Jinhuan did not give him a chance to speak.

"Peak Master Yang, today's events will surely spread throughout the Eastern Wilderness. Haven't you brought enough shame upon the Purple Mansion?"

His voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"You Yang family lineage know very well how much the Lin family lineage has contributed to the Purple Mansion. Do you really think no one knows about the shady dealings you've been up to all these years?"

On the high platform, the expressions of several elders from Purple Bamboo Peak changed simultaneously.

"The former Holy Lord of the Purple Mansion, Senior Lin Tianchong, a thousand years ago, at the Jade Pool Gathering, on the Life and Death Stage, he consecutively slew three powerful experts, establishing the Purple Mansion's reputation, and passed away peacefully with his blood staining the battle stage!"

"The former Holy Lord, Senior Lin Jiuyuan, defeated the invincible enemy of the demon race for the Purple Mansion, safeguarding a lifetime of peace!"

"Have you forgotten all of this? The Lin family line is now declining and weakened, and you're already in such a hurry!"

"Young man, do you even have the right to speak here?"

Master Xuansong spoke in a cold voice, and the pressure from the Sendai was as heavy as a mountain.

"Stop fooling around, come back quickly!" Lin Suwen said anxiously, "I'm here today, I'll keep you safe."

"As long as I am the Holy Lord of the Purple Mansion, I will not allow such a thing to happen!"

Yang Yang sneered, "Junior, I admire your courage."

"If you surrender willingly, I may spare your life. However, you will be imprisoned on Purple Bamboo Peak for the rest of your life."

"Of course, once I've said my word, the allocation of resources on Zizhu Peak for the next hundred years will belong to Tian Shu."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

The century-old resources of Zizhu Peak represent an immense wealth.

However, Yang Yang's next words shocked everyone even more.

"Even if I no longer hold the position of Peak Master, my Yang family lineage can also choose not to participate in the position of Holy Son."

"But there is absolutely no possibility of relinquishing the position of Supreme Elder."

Of the nine seats of the Supreme Elders, Purple Bamboo Peak holds an absolute advantage.

This is their trump card, their foundation, and the result of the Yang family lineage's millennia-long cultivation in the Purple Mansion Holy Land.

Yang Yang may make concessions elsewhere, but he will never back down on this one.

"Kid, don't trust him!" Su Yunqi roared, his voice echoing across the surrounding area. "I'm here today, and even if it means we both suffer heavy losses, I will never let anything happen to you."

Xu Jinhuan turned around and glanced at Su Yunqi, then smiled.

"A promise is a promise, and a gentleman keeps his word. I hope you, Peak Master Yang, will keep your promise."

He paused, then met Yang Yang's gaze.

"If you break your promise, even Heaven will punish you."

Then, to everyone's utter shock, Xu Jinhuan leaped into the air and landed in front of Xuanzhu Zhenren.

He raised his hand, extended his index finger, and pointed at the tip of Xuanzhu Zhenren's nose.

"You old and disrespectful thing, you were just on that high platform, trying to coordinate with that idiot Yang Mo's surprise attack to stop Peak Master Su?"

Master Xuanzhu's face turned a deep liver color.

"I think you've wasted your life," Xu Jinhuan continued to berate. "As a high-ranking member of the Holy Land, instead of thinking about how to cultivate the next generation and strengthen the Holy Land's power, you're always scheming and plotting!"

The entire audience was stunned.

A disciple from the Dao Palace Secret Realm pointed at the nose of the Supreme Elder of the Second Heaven of the Sendai and cursed him.

Does he have a death wish?

Or is it that he still possesses the sword energy that just annihilated Yang Mo along with the rotten wooden hammer?

The disciples of the Purple Mansion were completely blank-minded. What was Xu Jinhuan doing?

"You little beast, die!"

Master Xuanzhu was furious. In his more than two thousand years of cultivation, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

He unleashed a palm strike, unleashing a torrent of purple energy that tore cracks in the void, aiming to reduce Xu Jinhuan to dust!

"Don't hurt him, for auspicious purple clouds will rise in the east!"

Lin Suwen's body surged with purple energy, covering the sky and the earth like clouds and mist. It was the fundamental technique of the Purple Mansion Heavenly Scripture, which could be called the supreme of all fires. It carried the force of ten thousand jun and wanted to directly confront that attack.

However, the two Supreme Elders simultaneously pointed into the distance, drawing a piece of celestial water from the depths of Purple Lake.

With the burning of essence and blood and the activation of divine power, the water curtain surged, stretching across the void and effectively blocking the purple aura from coming from the east.

"Junior Sister Suwen, don't force us. The situation is beyond our control!"

……

In the end, Xu Jinhuan's body was struck and began to dissipate.

Starting from the fingertips, it transforms into points of light, bit by bit.

The light was a soft, bright bluish-gold, like sunlight filtering through leaves and scattering golden fragments.

The light spots spread to the wrists, arms, shoulders, and chest, and the whole person was transformed into a shower of light.

Su Yunqi roared and charged here, but it was too late to change the outcome.

Everyone believed that Xu Jinhuan had fallen.

Lin Suwen stared blankly at the dissipating rain of light, her white hair disheveled by the wind.

Ultimately, is there nothing we can do?

I'm just getting old...

"Kid, what a promising talent you are, are you stupid?"

Yang Yang said coldly, "I think we should leave it at that!"

At this moment, only Master Xuanzhu stood there, stunned.

His senses didn't lie; it seemed that the palm strike just now hadn't landed properly.

The feeling was like hitting a ball of light, empty and without any force.

What's going on?

"Why...are you so determined to carry out this bloodshed?"

Su Yunqi, the usually refined and scholarly peak master of Tian Shu Peak, now had bloodshot eyes and was filled with murderous intent.

He held up an ancient seven-story pagoda in his palm, with Dao patterns flowing around it. It was his natal weapon, the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda, a divine weapon of great power.

"You old scoundrel, I will never let you get away with this!"

Su Yunqi rushed straight at Xuanzhu Zhenren, and the pagoda crashed down.

The seven-story pagoda radiated divine light, with seven colors descending and enveloping Xuanzhu Zhenren.

Master Xuanzhu snorted coldly, and purple energy soared into the sky, colliding with the seven-colored divine light. The sky exploded with a dazzling light, and the world lost its color.

"Since you harbor resentment, let's go and fight outside the Holy Land!"

The disciples below the stage quickly retreated, fearing they would be caught in the aftershocks.

At this moment, no one noticed that Fairy Zixia's face remained calm.

Within her sea of ​​suffering, the Tree of All Heavens was swaying gently, its branches and leaves unfurling, sprinkling down its gentle divine power.

As for that Immortal-Slaying Gourd, it had quietly returned at some unknown time and sank to the depths of the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

"Xu Jinhuan, you're alright, aren't you...?" Her divine sense tentatively probed out.

"Finally, it's not a dead tree anymore, fairy. This is the first time you've called me by my name."

Xu Jinhuan's voice rang in her mind, tinged with amusement: "I'm a little touched, what should I do?"

"Fairy, today I will show you what it means to have a legitimate reason for your actions!"