Chapter 283: Fate is Wondrous Beyond Words

The rest of the group watched as the daoist attacked. A trace of gloom flashed across someone's glabella, but he did not speak up to intervene. As foreign cultivators, they naturally had numerous conflicts among themselves. However, facing Chen Chao, this martial artist, they were all able to put aside their past grudges at this moment, and unite against the outsider.

The daoist came with unmasked killing intent; it was abnormally terrifying. Furthermore, it did not give Chen Chao much time to react at all.

The vast expanse of white mist was scattered in all directions by this powerful aura.

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

"Stop!"

A middle-aged man in a blue official robe appeared at the scene. Without seeing any action from him, he had already arrived between the two from afar. The blue official robe fluttered in the strong wind, making a rustling sound. But, the middle-aged official showed no signs of fear. Instead, he raised his palm, and countless qi surged from his sleeves at the same time to meet the daoist's killing move.

The palms of the two traversed through the endless qi, ultimately colliding. Two terrifying waves of energy instantly surged from their palms, spreading out in all directions. The middle-aged official's face resembled the surface of a lake being brushed by a strong wind; with waves rippling out layer by layer. The daoist's complexion, on the other hand, turned somewhat pale, and he involuntarily took several steps back before stabilizing himself not far away, although his body still could not resist swaying.

In their brief exchange, he had clearly fallen to a disadvantage. This time, the two did not use any magic artifacts or daoist spells; they relied solely on their cultivation realm. In other words, it compared their years of cultivation. But in this comparison, the middle-aged official evidently had the upper hand, displaying a steady aura that forcibly repelled the daoist.

"An academy cultivator?"

After that daoist stabilized himself, he looked at that middle-aged official with a somewhat peculiar expression on his face.

The middle-aged official retracted his palm, and his official robe also slowed its fluttering before he said calmly, "I had the privilege of studying in the academy for a few years, but I was too restless and couldn't stay on."

Of the civil and military officials in the Great Liang Dynasty, most of the military officials were naturally martial artists. Regardless of whether the foreign cultivators respected or looked down on them, they ultimately had to acknowledge that martial artists were also cultivators.

Among the civil officials, most of them were actually not cultivators. Simply studying in the academy did not necessarily make one a cultivator. However, the middle-aged official before them was evidently an exception.

The middle-aged official said indifferently, "Fellow Daoist, I wonder which immortal mountain you hail from and why did you wantonly attack my Great Liang Dynasty's Rainwater Commandery warden?!"

His voice was cold, and he did not show weakness when facing this daoist.

The daoist snorted coldly and was just about to speak when Song Changxi tugged at his sleeves.

The daoist belatedly realized that, according to the previous rules, the youngsters entering the ruin could naturally attack and fight each other regardless of life or death. Their current entry into the ruin was, in fact, a violation of these rules.

They were being unreasonable.

Of course, the foreign cultivators were not particularly fond of being reasonable too. But, there was an appropriate time to be unreasonable.

Sometimes, they had no choice but to be reasonable, while other times, they did not need to be reasonable at all.

The daoist was expressionless, unwilling to engage with the middle-aged official. He was used to being arrogant and domineering, and during his travels around the world, there was hardly anyone who dared to treat him this way. However, seeing the middle-aged official's threatening manner, the daoist grew rather impatient and cursed, "He attacked a daoist disciple, it shows disrespect!"

Chen Chao was somewhat puzzled that he could meet this Lord Warden Commander again here.

However, he still quickly bowed.

Chen Chao was now the warden of Rainwater Commandery, he was his subordinate in name.

Lord Warden Commander smiled slightly and said, "Good that you came out alive."

Chen Chao furrowed his brows.

Lord Warden Commander continued, "When you said those words to me in the office, I thought it would be difficult to resolve this matter in the end. Even within the Dao society, the Sublime Bright Sect was a towering presence. Yet, it was destroyed by you just like that."

The Sublime Bright Mountain could not be considered destroyed; the lineage of the sect still remained. But in practical terms, it was as good as destroyed, and there were many reasons for this. But the most crucial factor was Chen Chao.

Without him, the Sublime Bright Mountain would not have been destroyed.

"Who could have imagined that an ordinary boy who escaped this mountain back then would decide their fate now."

Lord Warden Commander sighed with vicissitudes of emotion. He was already aware of the ins and outs of the matter.

Chen Chao frowned and said, "I entered again, but I still didn't find what I'm looking for."

Lord Warden Commander raised an eyebrow.

Chen Chao was somewhat vexed.

Lord Warden Commander said, "I believe that saber is only half."

Chen Chao nodded, "I found that saber here, but I didn't find the other half."

Lord Warden Commander did not say anything, he just spread his hands.

Chen Chao was taken aback and said somewhat disbelievingly, "Your Excellency, where did you find it?"

An item was currently lying in the Lord Warden Commander's palm, it was a blade fragment.

Chen Chao drew the broken saber from his waist.

The two pieces of blades had matching breaks.

Lord Warden Commander said casually, "I picked it up by the roadside on the way here."