Chapter 440: Apologies Is Not Accepted

When Cang Yun had repeatedly threatened to kill Su Jingzhen earlier, the latter showed no reaction.

Su Jingzhen hadn’t even managed to kill Cang Yun despite his best efforts.

Yet, he was now being labeled as excessively violent.

Su Jingzhen cursed inwardly at the double standards of this old dog.

As soon as the old man spoke, he extended a withered hand towards Su Jingzhen.

Immediately, Su Jingzhen felt as though the air around him had solidified. The oppressive force felt like it was about to crush him.

Yet, his expression remained calm.

Behind him was Shen Yifeng.

Facing a Soul Formation stage opponent alone would be akin to courting death.

But this time, he chose to trust his somewhat unorthodox master.

Just as Su Jingzhen was on the verge of suffocating, a red light flashed before his eyes.

“Has Huangzhou’s Dongxuan Academy become so arrogant now? Dare to be so insolent in my Qingzhou territory?”

Shen Yifeng’s icy voice rang out.

The Killing Sword hovered in front of Su Jingzhen.

Despite Shen Yifeng’s aura only being at the mid-Nascent Soul stage, the appearance of the Killing Sword completely dismantled the Soul Formation stage old man’s momentum.

The pressure on Su Jingzhen vanished completely.

When the Killing Sword’s sword qi surged, the old man who had attacked Su Jingzhen suddenly looked grave.

He instinctively took a step back.

Upon seeing Shen Yifeng’s Killing Sword, the old man immediately recalled a legend from Qingzhou.

“Since you dare to extend your hand into Qingzhou, you shall stay here.”

Shen Yifeng was certainly someone who protected his own.

With his disciple being so severely mistreated, if he did not act now, how could he pretend to be in front of Su Jingzhen in the future?

With that, the Killing Sword shot out from in front of Su Jingzhen.

It carried an intense killing intent.

As it approached the old man, thousands of blood-colored sword qi erupted from it.

“Killing Sword Technique, Kill!”

At this moment, Shen Yifeng shouted once more.

The sword qi that had erupted earlier seemed to have been imbued with a dense killing intent.

In an instant, it enveloped the Soul Formation stage elder from the Dongxuan Academy.

The old man’s expression grew extremely grim as he continuously formed hand seals.

A phantom of an ancient book also appeared before him.

Faced with Shen Yifeng’s mid-Nascent Soul stage power, the Soul Formation stage elder immediately chose to defend.

This scene left the younger generation of Dongxuan Academy in the back both puzzled and astonished.

However, their confusion quickly turned to stunned disbelief.

The defense conjured by the Soul Formation stage old man cracked into countless fissures at the very first moment it was hit by Shen Yifeng’s blood-colored sword qi. seaʀᴄh thё nôᴠel Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

In just a few breaths, it was completely shattered into energy and exploded.

The remaining sword qi, however, continued to rush towards the elder with undiminished power.

The old man’s storage ring flashed.

A white ruler, seemingly used for teaching and discipline, suddenly appeared in his hand.

Without hesitation, he swung the ruler, sending several streams of white energy to block Shen Yifeng’s crimson sword qi.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The fierce energy exploded wildly in the void.

Shen Yifeng’s expression remained calm.

But the Soul Formation stage elder from Dongxuan Academy grew increasingly grave.

He wielded the white ruler several more times, unleashing more powerful streams of energy to barely fend off Shen Yifeng’s sword qi.

“Your Excellency must be Shen Yifeng, the infamous Blood-Handed Asura from the Qingzhou Evil Moon Sect,” the old man said, retreating to another elder’s side after this exchange.

He looked at Shen Yifeng with a serious expression.

As a Soul Formation stage cultivator from Huangzhou’s top faction, he was aware of the powerful forces and notable figures in the neighboring states.

Shen Yifeng was indeed a legend in Qingzhou.

How could they not know?

In their view, within the neighboring states, besides Shen Yifeng there were no cultivators at the mid-Nascent Soul stage who might be able to match or even overshadow them.

When the words “Evil Moon Sect” reached the ears of the Dongxuan Academy’s members, the young disciples’ previously relaxed expressions instantly turned grave.

To Huangzhou, demonic cultivators were synonymous with evil and cruelty.

Among the neighboring states, Evil Moon Sect was indeed the most formidable sect when it came to demonic cultivation.

When they came to Qingzhou, the elders of Dongxuan Academy had warned them to avoid conflict with Evil Moon Sect as much as possible.

It was clear that Evil Moon Sect had a significant reputation in Huangzhou.

Yet the first thing that happened was a clash with Evil Moon Sect.

Such is fate.

“Weren’t you from Dongxuan Academy clamoring to kill us?

Go ahead! “

Shen Yifeng’s lips curled into a cold smile.

The Killing Sword returned to his hand.

His Nascent Soul mid-stage aura surged to its peak.

The sword’s blade glowed with an unending murderous intent.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at the members of Dongxuan Academy.

At this moment, aside from Cang Yun, who was still being held by another Soul Formation stage cultivator from Dongxuan Academy, the other seven young disciples felt as though they were being watched by a ferocious beast. They were visibly uneasy and restless.

For these young disciples, the mere mention of the “Blood-Handed Asura” of Evil Moon Sect had already instilled a degree of fear.

Even with two Soul Formation stage cultivators accompanying them, Shen Yifeng’s notorious reputation offered little comfort.

The seven young Dongxuan disciples who had initially stood on the mountain now retreated to the back of the Divine Lantern sculpture.

The elder who had attacked Su Jingzhen before remained serious but said, “Our Dongxuan Academy was not aware of your affiliation with Evil Moon Sect. Otherwise, this misunderstanding could have been avoided. I, Han Ning, representing the Academy, apologize on behalf of the sect.”

In the world of cultivation, reason only comes into play when strength is roughly equal.

Today, even if a sect like Spirit Sound Valley or Flowing Wind Sword Sect were here, the situation might not end easily, nor would it prompt an apology from Dongxuan Academy.

In terms of raw strength, Dongxuan Academy might not be much weaker than Evil Moon Sect.

But in terms of notoriety, the evil sects clearly have a much worse reputation.

At this moment, Dongxuan Academy only wanted to resolve the situation peacefully.

Han Ning’s tone was quite sincere.

While he spoke, another Soul Formation stage cultivator had already taken the previously arrogant Cang Yun back to the Divine Wind Eagle.

Shen Yifeng made no further moves. Despite his complete lack of fear, he was accompanying Su Jingzhen and other young disciples.

If things escalate further, they may not be able to gain much benefit.

However, Shen Yifeng then smiled and said, “There’s no need for an apology. I will not accept it.

After all, you not only showed strong murderous intent towards my disciple but also delayed our journey.

Some cost must be paid. Once we have completed our own business, I will personally visit Dongxuan Academy to seek an explanation.”

With those words, he sheathed the Killing Sword.

No one thought he was joking.

Han Ning and the others from Dongxuan Academy’s expressions changed again.

The two Soul Formation stage cultivators nodded silently and said no more.

They had already expressed their acknowledgment of wrongdoing; whether Shen Yifeng accepted it was his own matter.

If Shen Yifeng chose to seek retribution later, there was nothing they could do about it.

With their status they could not continually submit.

“Farewell!”

After giving a final salute to Shen Yifeng, they mounted the Divine Wind Eagle once more, which let out a cry and began to ascend.

They continued their journey towards Dan Holy City.

“It’s a pity. If that guy hadn’t had so many treasures, he would have died in the first round.”

As the Divine Wind Eagle gradually faded into the distance, Su Jingzhen sighed softly.

He had anticipated this outcome. After all, dealing with two Soul Formation stage opponents was no trivial matter.

If he had managed to kill Cang Yun first, the result might have been different.

But now, it was merely a minor episode on the way to Dan Holy City.

At that moment, three pairs of eyes suddenly fixed on him, filled with a scrutinizing gaze.