Chapter 306: Chapter 160: Before the Ancestor Master Cave, Atop the Wind Snow Cliff

"On both sides of the Qingjiang River, one state, two prefectures, and twenty-eight counties have all fallen into the hands of the East Royal Lord. Although he is harsh and unkind to his subordinates, he is extremely fond of his precious son..."

After traveling for most of the day, Sima Rou noticed there was already a vast forest ahead. She voluntarily dismounted, tied her horse in a concealed corner, and whispered instructions to the two companions.

"We have a mission this time. Even if we encounter people from the East Wood Army, Xiaojiu, you must refrain from conflict." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Chen Ping immediately understood.

This was because his master was worried that after killing the East Royal Lord’s only son, Jiang Ziyang, he might feel like finishing the job and killing that troublesome East Celestial King Jiang Yuanhua as well.

"Do I seem like that kind of person?" Chen Ping chuckled softly.

Sima Rou knew him well, but even though the East Wood Army’s forces were mixed and didn’t show formidable attacking prowess, they were still a major force with two hundred thousand soldiers.

Not to mention war generals were as numerous as clouds, and advisors were as plentiful as rain.

It’s said that five thousand elite armored soldiers were under its command.

To single-handedly charge into such a military array, even if it wasn’t courting death, it would be a thankless task.

"Moreover, when we reach the Primordial Sect, Xiaojiu, you must remain low-key. Do not look down on the elders on the mountain just because your strength has increased. They have been sealed on the mountain for too long, accustomed to a peaceful life, and may be unwilling to descend. There’s no need to force it."

Sima Rou sighed softly, then continued in a low voice.

Her movements were incredibly light in the forest, darting left and right, taking shortcuts instead of main roads, heading straight towards the tallest peak ahead.

"That’s the Heaven-Facing Peak in the north. Our Primordial Sect’s main lineage is there."

Chen Ping didn’t care whether the Primordial Sect lived too secluded or whether the elders and disciples could be persuaded to descend the mountain with him.

The purpose of this trip was simply to retrieve the relics left by the fifth-generation ancestor master, especially that "Bright King Purifying World Technique."

Currently, the "Three Yang Heart-Burning Technique" only lacked one part to be complete, leaving him anxious and unsettled.

If he missed this opportunity, the next would be to personally go to the Dharma Aspect Sect to retrieve it, or find a master who had cultivated the "Bright King Purifying World Technique" and directly kill to trace origin and steal fortune.

Even putting aside the issue of seeking out the other sect’s gate to kill is not right.

Regarding the "Bright King Purifying World Technique," it’s said that old monk Shifang didn’t pass it down much, only to two closest fellow disciples.

The old monk was evidently more cautious than the fifth-generation ancestor of the Primordial Sect. He acquired formidable techniques from other sects, disguising and hiding them deeply...

Whereas the fifth-generation ancestor of the Primordial Sect placed the Seven-Star Sword in the sect, allowing any elder or excellent disciple to learn. Such decisions, without saying which was superior, merely by coincidence sowed the seeds of disaster for the Seven Stars Sword Technique.

"Don’t worry, if the masters don’t want to descend, it’s no issue. I know a few senior brothers and sisters, and I’ll definitely persuade them,"

Han Xiaoru whispered from behind.

Apparently determined to convince them, judging by her scheming eyes, she was likely plotting something.

...

Soon, they reached halfway up the mountain, where they saw a giant archway followed by a long stretch of green stone steps ascending, with strands of mist, pavilions, and towers.

Such a grand sect atmosphere.

However, it seemed a bit chilly at this moment.

Not only were there no incense-bearing followers or visiting dignitaries, but there also weren’t any sect disciples nearby for protection; only startled mountain birds and fleeting wildlife were visible.

"Eighth Generation Disciple Sima Rou, returning to the mountain to meet my master and register my direct disciples,"

Sima Rou ascended the steps, arriving at the mountain gate, and seeing the tightly closed, mottled vermilion door, her brow furrowed.

"The patriarch is lecturing today. The Primordial Sect has been sealed, and disciples who descend shall not return for ten years. This is the iron rule, I ask the martial uncle to descend the mountain quickly."

At the reception of the outer yard of the Primordial Sect, the mountain gate barely opened a crack, and someone spoke leisurely, blocking Sima Rou, Chen Ping, and Han Xiaoru from proceeding.

They didn’t even see the speaker’s face.

"This..."

Sima Rou considered there might be some trouble on the mountain causing disputes but she never thought that, being a disciple who had left the mountain for eight years and visited on festivals to present gifts and check on her master, she wouldn’t even be allowed entrance.

"Fake."

Chen Ping glanced at Sima Rou’s dejected face, chuckling lightly, "Master has been deceived. This person isn’t a Primordial Sect disciple. Not only haven’t they practiced the Primordial Technique, they haven’t even learned the Seven-Star Sword, but instead, they’ve practiced Buddhist True Skill."

Saying this, Chen Bu lightly tapped a palm on the door.

Seemingly with no force at all.

A torrent of overwhelming Blood Essence Power surged through the redwood, vibrating through the air, and amid a hum, the person behind the door screamed, flying up, with bone-breaking sounds from both arms and the right shoulder.

In the air, they were already coughing up blood crazily.

"Exposed, stop him!"

As Chen Ping swung the gate open, the man’s head wrap, caught mid-air, fell off, revealing a bald head.

Four blades swooped in like drifting snow, forming a four-sided blade net.

"Master, do you want to take care of this, or should I?"

Chen Ping didn’t pay any heed to the four-sided blade net, turning back with a smile.