Chapter 307: Chapter 160: Before the Ancestor Master Cave, Atop Wind Snow Cliff_2

"I’ll do it."

Sima Rou was already red-faced with anger.

What a disgrace in front of the disciple.

Almost got fooled by a few monks.

The most critical question is, why is the gatekeeper of the Primordial Sect a monk?

How unbelievable.

Moreover, these great monks wielded fierce blades, each having cultivated to the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, and working together, they could fight the Innate realm.

Of course, this refers to the average Innate.

And Sima Rou, although she had only recently broken through to Innate, had honed her skills for a long time during the Postnatal period, and had cultivated the Taiyin Ghost-Slaying Swordsmanship to Great Success.

Now that she had broken through to Innate, she not only perfected the Taiyin Ghost-Slaying Swordsmanship, but also perfected the Primordial Swordsmanship, forming Martial Intent.

Her Martial Intent wasn’t weak.

Her sword light flicked left and right, Sword Separates Yin and Yang, with countless ghostly wails emerging within her sword light.

Just as the four blades struck, the great monk’s eyes slightly froze, and the light of his blade slowed down.

Swept by the sword light, four arms, along with the Precepts Sabers, flew together.

Blood splattered on the spot.

"Ask clearly before speaking."

Sima Rou succeeded with one sword, gratefully looked at Chen Ping, and thrust a few more times, not only stopping the blood flow of the fallen monks’ wounds to prevent them from dying from their injuries but also sealed their acupoints, immobilizing them.

"Master, you handle this."

Chen Ping nodded and stepped forward.

This time, he didn’t need Sima Rou to lead the way. His steps grew faster and faster, as if heading straight for a certain destination.

"Over there is Wind Snow Cliff, where the Ancestor Master Cave is, could it be...?"

This time, not only did Han Xiaoru have no opinion, but even Sima Rou followed silently.

The saying goes, "Mother prospers by the son," and it’s not shameful at all.

For a master to rely on a disciple, there’s nothing embarrassing about it.

Having just tested her skills, she realized that superior martial arts truly held others down.

Some matters that were difficult to handle were easily resolved by her disciple.

So why should a "less capable" master obstruct him?

Instead, it was better to follow him and cheer him on.

Sima Rou thought of this and turned to look at Han Xiaoru, finding that this silly girl didn’t even ponder, nor did she try to recognize the path, simply stepping in Chen Ping’s footprints, wherever he went, she followed.

’This silly girl seems to have the luck of a fool.’

Sima Rou lovingly glanced at her daughter, smiled silently, and without thinking about it further, followed Chen Ping as they flew swiftly to the Ancestor Master Cave.

...

Wind Snow Cliff, originally a place in the Primordial Sect for experts to practice martial arts and spar.

A giant platform jutted out from the mountainside.

Cyan grass covering it, interspersed with green trees, the view was excellent.

Ordinarily, it was the perfect place for secluded practice, a barbecue, and gazing at the dense forest and rising smoke below the cliff.

But unfortunately, that wasn’t the case now.

Two groups stood in confrontation, with tensions high, and each had several blood-soaked disciples lying on the ground.

Chen Ping rushed up the cliff and saw this unsettling scene.

His heart skipped a beat; just as he feared.

On the way, Sima Rou had been worried that something had happened to the Primordial Sect.

Indeed, something had occurred.

On the left, by the cave entrance stairs, were over ten people, including three older Daoists and seven or eight younger Daoists. One older Daoist and two younger ones lay on the ground.

All were dressed in cyan-gray Yin Yang Robes, their faces filled with anger.

On the other side, there were also three elders, seven or eight young disciples, and several others on the ground, but they looked somewhat smug.

A dry, thin elder, wearing a Star Crown and dressed in Star Robe, laughed strangely, "Senior Brother Sunx, ever since the Primordial Sect was under your control, it has declined year by year. At this rate, the Four Daoist Sects will become the Three Daoist Sects. How will you face the elders of the Primordial Sect?"

"With Grandmaster Granny’s nearing end, even though our Seven Stars Meridian has been expelled from the North Peak, we have never denied belonging to the Primordial Sect. During this heir selection, our Seven Stars Meridian deserves a spot."

"Shameless scum, colluding with outsiders to steal our sect’s Cultivation Techniques, you traitor, Yann Fu, you’re regressing with age. If Grandmaster Granny knew your actions, she’d certainly clean house. Where do you get the nerve to attack the legacy of the ancestors?"

Sunx Yun and others from the Primordial Lineage cursed loudly.

However, the situation was evident, with conflict imminent. On the Primordial Lineage side, only two skilled old Daoists remained unhurt, while on the Seven Stars Meridian side, there were three...

Moreover, Chen Ping noticed a young man wearing a straw hat standing behind the three unscathed old Daoists. Unlike the other disciples, who were tense and aggressive, he exuded a calm and steady aura, with a smile as if everything was under his control.

Chen Ping had seen this attitude too many times.

It was typical of those self-righteous and well-backed noble scions.

But this one obviously wasn’t.

Recalling the monks at the gate earlier, Chen Ping glanced at the youth’s straw hat and began to form a suspicion.