Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

Finished!

Senior Lianxu killed the grandson of Old Ancestor Moyun in the street, and so many people witnessed it.

And Yue'er stood beside this senior.

Yue'er can't stay in Blackrock City anymore.

Even if this senior wins, the repercussions of this battle will spread, and Yue'er, caught in the middle, may not survive.

Even if she doesn't die, the people of the Demonic Sect will remember Yue'er's face in the future.

Yue'er stood up, her mind a jumble, her legs unsteady, and she almost tripped.

Don't overthink it.

Su Chen's voice was not loud.

"You and I originally had nothing to do with each other, but since you stood up for me, I naturally won't let anything happen to you."

He said it very calmly, without any particular emotion.

But for some reason, the weight in Yue'er's heart slowly lifted.

Yue'er removed her hand from her skirt and took a deep breath.

Following Su Chen is the only way to survive.

Running away is useless; the Demon Cloud Ancestor recognized Yue'er's face. There's no escaping this Black Stone City.

Yue'er retreated to Su Chen's side and fell silent.

...

In the northern corner of Blackrock City, the Demonic Sect's main hall is buried deep within a cluster of black rock buildings.

The hall was surrounded by spirit banners of varying heights.

In the center of the hall, there are several spirit lamps placed on a stone platform, which have been burning for who knows how many years.

The Demon Cloud Ancestor stood before the stone platform with his hands behind his back.

The disciples kneeling below had their heads almost touching the ground.

"The source of that spiritual vein is extremely hidden."

"Even with thousands of disciples, it might take hundreds of years to find one."

There was a moment of silence in the main hall.

The Demon Cloud Ancestor didn't move; he just stood there with his hands behind his back, slowly cracking his knuckles twice.

What Li Changfeng was looking for was the source of the three great spiritual veins.

Currently, the three Void Refinement cultivators on the Black Mountain Continent are nominally under Li Changfeng's command, but each belongs to their own sect and has their own plans.

Whoever gets this done first will gain the upper hand with Li Changfeng.

In the future, there will only be one person on the Black Mountain Continent who will reign supreme.

The Demon Cloud Ancestor stared at those few soul lamps, these thoughts swirling within him.

The number of disciples under my tutelage needs to be expanded further.

In the next few years, we must push our disciples' cultivation levels as high as possible, otherwise even if we find the source of the spiritual vein, we won't be able to protect it.

I was just thinking about it.

On the stone platform, a spirit lamp suddenly went out.

It wasn't blown away by the wind; it just quietly went out.

Ancestor Demon Cloud was taken aback.

He stared at the extinguished light again, taking one last look.

That was Akiyama-kun's soul lamp.

The disciples below were still kneeling, but their voices were already trembling noticeably.

"Ancestor, your grandson's soul lamp has gone out..."

The temperature inside the main hall seemed to drop several degrees in that instant.

The air froze.

The Demon Cloud Ancestor stood still, but his eyes opened, revealing a terrifying rage that was already burning but was being suppressed.

The next moment, the figure of the Demon Cloud Ancestor stepped out of the main hall.

Above Blackrock City, dark clouds surged rapidly, pressing the entire city down beneath them.

Dozens of soul banners floated out from the dark clouds.

The banner was torn open by the wind, and the wandering spirits seeped out from it, gathered in mid-air, and emitted a low hum.

The cultivators in Blackrock City looked up and saw this scene, and their legs went weak.

In mid-air, a voice came down from the clouds, a suppressed anger, each word seemingly squeezed out from between teeth.

"Who killed my grandson?"

"I will surely grind you to dust."

...

Su Chen was already seated inside the restaurant.

He casually poured himself a glass of wine by the window near the door, took a sip, and leaned back in his chair.

The commotion outside is quite loud.

Yue'er sat opposite Su Chen, her hands resting on her knees, her body tense, her fingers gently pinching the hem of her skirt.

Su Chen glanced at Yue'er.

"Don't be afraid, I said I'd protect you, so you'll be alright."

Yue'er raised her eyes and looked at Su Chen, thinking about her current situation and the words "It's okay".

For some reason, I believed it.

Also.

In the current situation, following Su Chen is the only way to survive.

Su Chen shifted his gaze back to the window, where the dark clouds were pressing down lower and lower.

He held the glass of wine, flipped his wrist, and sent out a telepathic message.

"I killed him."

"If you have someone to blame, blame your grandson for daring to attack me, a Void Refinement senior, when he is clearly a junior Golden Core cultivator."

Provocation, blatant provocation!

All the monks were dumbfounded.

Who dares to speak to Ancestor Demon Cloud like that?

The entire city of Blackrock was deathly silent...

The figure in the clouds exuded a powerful aura that made it difficult for all the cultivators in Luoyan City to breathe.

It seems that the old man almost fainted.

Fighting between cultivators at the Void Refinement stage is never a trivial matter.

In the Three Continents, the number of cultivators at the Void Refinement stage is so small that the death of any one of them is enough to change the entire landscape.

Moreover, the Demon Cloud Ancestor is now working for Li Changfeng, this great Buddha.

If he were to engage in a private fight with another cultivator at the Void Refinement stage and damage his own cultivation, things would become even more difficult to handle in the future.

But my grandson's life was lost just like that.

I can't swallow this insult.

The Demon Cloud Ancestor stood in the clouds, motionless.

After a long pause, he spoke in a deep voice.

"Although we are both cultivators at the Void Refinement stage, you must give me an explanation for the life of my grandson."

These words were spoken while suppressing his temper.

Su Chen finished the glass of wine in one gulp and gently set the glass down.

They walked slowly towards the door.

"I mean, it's one thing for your grandson to be so naive..."

"How can you be so naive?"

"How are you going to explain this?"

"He's dead, so how about I send him a coffin? That would be enough to settle things."

Su Chen looked up and saw that the figure in the air was trembling with anger after hearing Su Chen's words.

"Fellow Daoist, you are sincere in wanting to fight me."

These words naturally carried a hint of threat.

Su Chen almost laughed out of anger.

That old Deng is a real coward!

He was so angry that he killed his own grandson.

However, knowing that Su Chen was at the Refinement stage, they hesitated and dared not make a move.

Su Chen leaned against the door frame with his hands behind his back.

Looking around at the surrounding cultivators, they all seemed to enjoy the spectacle.

Su Chen was truly not going to let the old man step down.

If you're going to do something, do it thoroughly.

This battle is essential to make all the cultivators on the Black Mountain Continent understand that they are absolutely not to be offended.

"I'd be happy to oblige."

A beam of light shot into the sky.

In truth, Su Chen had his own plans.

Ancestor Demon Cloud is the ancestor of the number one demonic sect on the Black Mountain Continent.

In this city, on this continent, there are few that can compare to it.

Use this person to establish authority; make the commotion as big as possible.

In the three continents of Black Mountain, Xuanhuang, and Qingzhou, Su Chen's name has been thoroughly established after this battle.

Besides, with the alliance of Master Hongfu and the support of Master Li Changfeng, who is at the Mahayana stage, it is the perfect time to make a name for ourselves. There is no need to hide anything.

Su Chen stopped in mid-air, his gaze falling on the figure in the clouds.

...