Our eldest brother never hides good things from us.

"That being said, we should still do our part in the face of the upcoming events."

Just then, Quan Zhenzi abruptly changed the subject, looking towards the direction of the Taixu Sword Sect. His usual calm and gentle demeanor vanished, replaced by a sharp and piercing gaze.

Jian Jiuxiao, Shen Changfeng, and the others also looked over, their auras becoming restless.

Especially Jian Jiuxiao, whose body was already filled with an uncontrollable hum of sword intent.

After a century of waiting, this day has finally come.

A hundred years ago, his elder sister, who had raised him, was brutally murdered by the Taixu Sword Sect. This hatred was irreconcilable.

He once swore before his elder sister's cenotaph that he would destroy the Taixu Sword Sect in this lifetime and make them pay for their blood debts!

Now that the time is right, the place is right, and the people are right—it's the perfect time to collect the debt!

Not only him, but all the disciples of the Haoran Immortal Sect became solemn and glared angrily at the Taixu Sword Sect.

Each of them carries a heavy burden of blood debt, more or less.

The same applies to the Taixu Sword Sect.

They were even more arrogant and domineering than the disciples of the Haoran Immortal Sect. They used extremely foul language and hurled extremely offensive insults.

It is foreseeable that once the Mahayana restrictions on the disciples of both sects disappear, a bloody battle will inevitably break out.

The older cultivators of the Northern Wilderness felt they were getting too far from the places where the two sects were located.

They had witnessed firsthand just how brutal two battles could be.

One of the most memorable battles was the Demon Suppression Ceremony a hundred years ago.

All three hundred elite members of the Haoran Immortal Sect perished, and the thousands of Haoran disciples who came with them were almost wiped out as well. It was a truly tragic scene.

For the next ninety-nine years, the number of Haoran Immortal Sect members participating in the Demon Suppression Ceremony decreased sharply. Furthermore, after each Demon Suppression Ceremony, Haoran Immortal Sect would withdraw immediately, avoiding a direct confrontation with the Taixu Sword Sect.

Now, Chang Wen has defeated Taiyi with three decisive moves, shattering his undefeated myth. He then comprehends the Great Brightness Sutra, rekindling the flame of righteousness, and is determined to sacrifice the Taixu Sword Sect as a sacrifice.

A conflict between the two factions is inevitable. No one can stop it; they can only stay away.

However, what puzzled them was why Chang Wen hadn't arrived yet.

What have you been doing?

Could it be that he heard Taiyi's strength had greatly increased after leaving the Sword Tomb, and he's scared now?

Immediately, speculation abounded.

a few days later.

Today marks the sixtieth day since the cultivators of the Northern Wilderness entered the Demon Suppression Platform. It is also the day everyone agrees to meet at the summit of Demon Suppression.

Eight or nine out of ten cultivators came from all directions and gathered at the Demon Suppression Peak.

Chang Wen's figure still hasn't appeared in the public eye.

As time goes by, rumors and gossip, like weeds in the wind, grow and spread wildly among people.

"Strange, it's the final stage, why hasn't Chang Wen shown up yet? Could he be trapped deep within the Demon Suppression Platform, surrounded and killed by demonic cultivators?"

"Impossible! A genius who can defeat Taiyi with three moves and comprehend the Great Brightness Sutra is someone that ordinary demonic cultivators cannot stop."

"Then why are you so late? Could it be stage fright?"

"I suspect he's feeling guilty! He was all the rage before, but now that the experts at Zhenmo Peak are gathered here, and the Taixu Sword Sect is poised to strike, he probably doesn't dare to show himself and confront Taiyi head-on!"

"In the end, it's because of youth. They became famous by chance, but when it comes to a life-or-death situation, they lack confidence."

Various speculations and discussions arose one after another, reaching everyone's ears.

The vast majority of cultivators assumed that Chang Wen was afraid of confrontation, deliberately avoided battle, and dared not set foot on Zhenmo Peak.

The disciples of the Taixu Sword Sect stood tall and proud, their faces full of arrogance and mockery, deliberately raising their voices so that they could be heard in all directions.

"I thought the peerless genius of the Haoran Immortal Sect, appearing only once every thousand years, was incredibly powerful. Turns out he's just a coward who only knows how to hide!"

"They made a huge fuss before the competition, but when the decisive moment came, they cowered and didn't show themselves. It's utterly laughable!"

"All this talk of crushing Taiyi, all this talk of being a successor of the Great Bright Sutra—in my opinion, it's all just hype to gain fame! When real trouble comes, they'll run away faster than anyone else!"

The mocking voices were extremely harsh and sarcastic, showing no regard for the people of the Haoran Immortal Sect.

The center of the Taixu Sword Sect's camp.

Taiyi stood quietly in the crowd, his arms crossed over his chest, dressed in black as ink, his posture as straight as a sword.

His eyes were devoid of any emotion, only utter indifference and disappointment remained.

After losing to Chang Wen in three moves, he went into seclusion and cultivated diligently, honing his swordsmanship day and night, all in order to have a fair fight with Chang Wen at Zhenmo Peak and wash away the shame of the past.

But in the end...

What they got in return was Chang Wen's continued absence. All their fighting spirit was dashed, and all their expectations were dashed.

"If you don't even have the courage to fight, you're not worthy to be my opponent."

Taiyi's gaze swept lightly across the empty sky, the last trace of emotion in his eyes completely fading away, leaving only endless coldness.

A mediocre person is still a mediocre person. He may rise to prominence by chance, but he lacks pride and is not worth his full effort.

Nangong Chi, standing nearby, looked at him with a strange expression, sensing that things were not so simple.

How could a ruthless person who dared to kill Dugu Wentian right in front of Kong Jian possibly back down at a time like this?

That doesn't make sense.

Judging from the reactions of the disciples of the Haoran Immortal Sect, one can get a general idea.

When the Taixu Sword Sect humiliated Chang Wen, the disciples of the Haoran Immortal Sect did not hesitate to step forward.

"Shut up! How dare you lowly scoundrels speak ill of my senior brother?"

"In the past two months, if it weren't for my senior brother holding back the main force of the demons and destroying their key plans, thus thwarting their five-hundred-year scheme, you wouldn't be able to stand here peacefully chatting!"

Fang Zheng spoke with a clear and forceful voice, recounting in detail what Chang Wen had done over the past two months.

However, this rebuttal only earned him more unrestrained sneers and ridicule from the Taixu Sword Sect.

"Hahaha! This is getting more and more outrageous! A single person holding back the entire Northern Wilderness Demon Clan? That's utterly a fantasy!"

"A mere cultivator undergoing tribulation dares to presume to shake the Demon Clan's five-hundred-year-old plan? You've truly abandoned all shame in your attempt to whitewash your senior brother!"

"Exactly! They come up with such a high-sounding excuse, saying they're slaying demons when they can't win. Do they think everyone's a fool?"

"I think he's just a sore loser, using empty achievements to cover up his shame! If Chang Wenruo really had such abilities, why doesn't he dare to show himself and fight Senior Brother Taiyi?"

The disciples of the Taixu Sword Sect burst into laughter, their tone extremely contemptuous, completely disbelieving Haoran and the others' claims.

The surrounding cultivators shook their heads, taking it as a self-deceiving excuse from the Haoran Immortal Sect, and no one took it seriously.

However, just as the mockery at the Demon-Suppressing Peak was reaching its peak—

Boom!!!

A deafening roar suddenly exploded!

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the entire Zhenmo Peak Square instantly became chaotic and turbulent.

A multitude of colorful desires gathered wildly, completely enveloping the entire Demon-Suppressing Peak!

The golden array that originally protected the Demon-Suppressing Peak was now trembling violently, its runes flashing wildly and emitting a series of cracking sounds as it struggled to bear the weight.

Hundreds of millions of cultivators looked up in shock.

From the boundless demonic mist, three sinister demonic figures strode through the air, their demonic energy soaring to the heavens and shaking the eight directions.

These are the Three Demons of the Northern Wilderness.

The devil of alcohol, the devil of wealth, the devil of lust!

The three men had ferocious and terrifying faces, their eyes filled with the raging fury of the past two months, and their bodies were writhing with demonic flames, making the surrounding aura of desire seem even more violent and sinister.