The Martial Saint Started from Scavenging

At this moment, Yang Zhao wore his signature warm smile, but Ye Sheng read a strange meaning deep in those gentle eyes.

He stretched out his hand and seemingly casually blocked Ye Sheng's path. The movement was small, but it was like an invisible mountain blocking Ye Sheng's way.

Ye Sheng stopped in his tracks, his heart surging with murderous intent, but his face remained expressionless.

He looked at Yang Zhao, his voice as cold as ice: "Senior Brother Yang, what do you mean by this?"

"Elder Ye has misunderstood."

Yang Zhao's smile remained unchanged as he said loudly, "Now that the sect is in chaos, how can you, as a guest elder of noble status, venture into danger alone? If our master finds out, he will surely blame us for our inadequate protection."

His words were spoken in a dignified and impeccable manner, as if he were truly concerned for Ye Sheng's safety.

But Ye Sheng knew very well that this was just an excuse.

Yang Zhao didn't appear earlier or later, but just at this crucial moment when I was preparing to go to Beast Taming Peak. His intentions were obvious.

He was trying to stop me from going to Beast Taming Peak!

"My safety is none of your concern, Senior Brother Yang," Ye Sheng said coldly. "I have important matters to attend to, so please step aside, Senior Brother Yang."

"Elder Ye, why are you doing this?"

Yang Zhao sighed, his smile fading slightly, and his tone becoming low.

"I know you're worried about your brother, but the entire sect is in complete chaos right now. Even if you go to Beast Taming Peak again, you might not be able to find him, and you might even put yourself in danger."

He paused, his gaze deepening. "Don't worry, I've already informed Master about your brother's situation. Once the competition is over, Master will personally find your brother for you. What you need to do now is calm down and observe the situation."

Wait and see what happens?

Ye Sheng sneered inwardly. Once you've arranged everything and erased all traces, what will I find when I go looking again?

"Senior Brother Yang, I'll say it again, move aside."

Ye Sheng's voice now carried an undisguised killing intent. His right hand, hidden behind his back, had already quietly gripped the hilt of the Black Ridge Blade.

Yang Zhao sensed the chilling killing intent emanating from Ye Sheng, and the expression on his face finally changed.

That was no longer a gentle smile, but a haughty indifference.

"Elder Ye, are you going to attack me?" His voice turned cold. "You should think carefully about what crime it is to disobey the sect leader's personal disciple and openly attack me in the sect."

"All I know is that whoever dares to stop me is my enemy," Ye Sheng said, each word distinct, as the powerful aura of a martial arts master erupted from his body!

Just as the two were on the verge of exchanging blows, a pressure several times more terrifying than when the black-armored earth dragon had transformed suddenly swept in from outside the mountain gate!

That oppressive force was as vast as the sea and as boundless as a prison, as if the entire sky had collapsed.

On the plaza, all the disciples who were causing a disturbance, whether from the outer or inner sects, changed their expressions under this oppressive aura.

The disciples with weaker cultivation levels even collapsed to the ground, their legs giving way.

Even on the high platform, the expressions of True Person Xuan Yang and the Golden Core stage elders instantly became extremely solemn.

"Who dares to be so insolent in my Qingyun Sword Sect!"

Master Xuanyang stood up abruptly, letting out a furious roar. An equally powerful aura erupted from his body, meeting the oppressive force descending from the sky.

"Boom!" The two invisible forces collided violently in the air, creating a visible ripple that spread outwards.

The entire Baiyu Square trembled violently, as if an earthquake had occurred.

Master Xuanyang let out a muffled groan, his body swaying slightly.

The oppressive aura emanating from outside the mountain gate only paused briefly before pressing down again with even greater ferocity.

"Mid-stage Nascent Soul!" For the first time, a look of horror appeared on Xuan Yang Zhenren's face.

The newcomer's cultivation level was actually a whole minor realm higher than his!

Just then, a mocking laugh echoed from outside the mountain gate, resounding throughout the entire Qingyun Sword Sect.

"Hehe, old Taoist Xuanyang, it's been many years, and your cultivation hasn't improved much."

Before the words were finished, more than a dozen figures flew in from outside the mountain gate like streaks of light, landing steadily on the white jade platform, facing the Qingyun Sword Sect members from afar.

The leader was a middle-aged man dressed in colorful robes, with a face so handsome it was almost otherworldly.

A wicked smile played on his lips, and his captivating eyes swept across the room with an air of nonchalance, as if he were looking at a swarm of ants.

Behind him followed a dozen or so powerful cultivators, all of whom were at the Golden Core stage.

"Kong Qianshan, the Pavilion Master of the Myriad Spirits Pavilion!"

Upon seeing the newcomer's appearance, Master Xuan Yang's expression instantly turned extremely ugly.

The other disciples in the square erupted in gasps of surprise.

The Pavilion Master of the Myriad Spirits Pavilion has actually come in person! And he brought so many Golden Core stage elders with him!

What are they trying to do? Are they planning to start a war with the Qingyun Sword Sect?

Ye Sheng recognized the person who had arrived, and when he heard the surrounding chatter, his heart sank.

But instead of looking at the strange middle-aged man, he turned his gaze to the group of Golden Core elders behind him.

Using his innate perception from the [Scavenging] skill, Ye Sheng sensed a faint yet incredibly familiar aura emanating from one of them.

That's the aura of a Blood Pact Merchant Guild assassin!

Although the person was well hidden, Ye Sheng's skillful perception still revealed him.

"This Wanling Pavilion... is actually colluding with the Blood Pact Merchant Guild?" Ye Sheng's heart was filled with shock.

He suddenly understood many things.

No wonder when the Myriad Spirits Pavilion came to the sect competition, only their young master Kong Xuan led the team; no wonder Yun Zhonghe colluded with Shi Meng of the Beast Taming Peak; no wonder they wanted to create chaos in the competition.

All of this is probably to create an opportunity for the arrival of the Myriad Spirits Pavilion!

"Sect Master Kong, I heard from my junior nephew Kong Xuan a few days ago that you were in seclusion and unable to attend the meeting. Why have you brought so many people to my Qingyun Sword Sect now? What is your intention?"

Master Xuanyang forcibly suppressed his shock and questioned him in a cold voice.

"Heh, old Daoist Xuan Yang, why do you ask a question you already know the answer to?"

Kong Qianshan smiled, pointed to Kong Xuan who was still immersed in grief over the loss of his spirit beast, and said slowly, "When I was in seclusion today, I sensed that my son's natal spirit beast was killed by your disciples on your Qingyun Sword Sect's territory. As his father, it's not unreasonable for me to come and seek justice for my son, is it?"

He said it casually, but anyone could hear the threat in his voice.

Upon hearing this, Master Xuanyang's expression turned even more unpleasant.

At this point, he realized that today's events were probably planned by the other party long ago. Moreover, judging from their posture, it seemed unlikely that things would end well.

"This matter is indeed due to the lax discipline of my Qingyun Sword Sect. I would like to apologize to your son on behalf of the sect."

Master Xuan Yang took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "I am willing to compensate your sect with a spirit beast of the same rank, and also offer a high-level beast-taming magic treasure as compensation. I wonder what Pavilion Master Kong thinks?"

He wanted to settle things peacefully. After all, if the two sects went to war, regardless of the outcome, both would suffer heavy losses.

However, Kong Qianshan laughed loudly, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Hahaha! Compensation? Old Daoist Xuan Yang, are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?"

His laughter vanished, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he said in a chilling voice, "My son's natal spirit beast is a descendant of the ancient Azure Phoenix, its bloodline is incredibly precious! You think you can fob me off with an ordinary beast and a broken magic weapon? You are seriously underestimating my Myriad Spirits Pavilion!"

"So what does Pavilion Master Kong want?" Xuan Yang Zhenren's voice also turned cold.

"It's very simple."

Kong Qianshan extended a finger and said with a wicked smile, "Hand over the guardian beast of your Qingyun Sword Sect, the 'Purple Lightning Qilin,' and this matter will be considered settled."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the Qingyun Sword Sect, from elders to disciples, paled in shock.

The Purple Lightning Qilin is the guardian beast of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect and a symbol of the sect's fortune!

Handing over the Purple Lightning Qilin is tantamount to letting the Azure Cloud Sword Sect destroy its own foundation!

Kong Qianshan didn't come here to seek an explanation; he came here to cause trouble!

"Kong Qianshan! Don't push your luck!"

Before Master Xuanyang could speak, a hot-tempered Golden Core elder behind him could no longer contain himself and pointed at Kong Qianshan, shouting angrily.

"This is going too far!"

Kong Qianshan sneered. He didn't even glance at the elder, but instead turned his gaze to Xuan Yang Zhenren.

"Old Daoist Xuan Yang, I'm laying my cards on the table today. Either hand over the Purple Lightning Qilin, or prepare for a fight to the death with my Myriad Spirits Pavilion!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dozen or so Golden Core elders behind him stepped forward at the same time, and powerful auras soared into the sky, converging into a devastating torrent that pressed down hard on the Azure Cloud Sword Sect!

"You want war? Then let's fight!"

A glint of light flashed in Xuan Yang Zhenren's eyes. He waved his long sleeves and proclaimed loudly, "Disciples of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect, heed my command! Form a sword formation and defend against the enemy!"

He knew that a battle today was inevitable.

Just then, Yang Zhao suddenly moved.

He didn't form any sword formation; instead, he moved swiftly and silently appeared behind Ye Sheng.

"Elder Ye, now that the sect is in trouble, as a guest elder, shouldn't you also do your part for the sect?"

His voice remained gentle, but Ye Sheng detected an undisguised threat in it.