The golden light flew extremely fast, descending from the heavenly vault within just a few breaths, landing on the peak occupied by the Yao Yin Sect.

Wei Zihong and his group initially thought it was Zhang Yan returning, preparing to step forward to greet him, but after the light dissipated, a human head rolled out of it.

Wei Zihong’s heart skipped a beat, but he quickly calmed himself, looking closely. At first, he was astonished, then overjoyed. He took a few quick steps forward and excitedly said, "Isn’t this Feng Haiyang, that Demon Sect practitioner?"

Zhang Boyant looked at the head, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

Lu Mei Niang, who was also worried about Zhang Yan’s safety, now let out a sigh of relief and smiled slightly. She stepped forward and bowed to Wei Zihong, saying, "Congratulations, Sect Leader Wei. True Master Zhang’s victory over Feng Haiyang should make him the champion of the Eighteen Sects Swordfight." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Reminded by her, Wei Zihong seemed to realize something. He turned slightly, looked at the two, and raised his voice, saying, "Since my master has slain this person, as his disciple, I must spread his name far and wide."

Lu Mei Niang hesitated a little and said, "Sect Leader Wei, should we wait for True Master Zhang to return before making a decision?"

Wei Zihong smiled and said, "There’s no need. Since my master has sent down the head, there is no intention to hide it. Besides, the world will eventually find out about this. Why should we be secretive? It would make our Yao Yin Sect appear petty."

Lu Mei Niang lowered her head in thought, finding the words reasonable, so she nodded and said no more.

At this moment, they suddenly heard the sound of bells and gongs from Qingdan Peak. Shortly, they saw countless tunneling lights rising from the peaks on both sides of Chengyuan Gorge, rushing towards the sound.

Wei Zihong recognized this as a summons for all the Xuanmen Sects to gather for a meeting, and he couldn’t help but feel moved. He first looked at Zhang Boyant, who remained expressionless, then turned to Lu Mei Niang, cupping his hands and politely saying, "Nephew wants to make a trip to Qingdan Peak to inform the senior members of this matter. I ask True Master Lu to escort me."

Though he bore the name of Yao Yin Sect Leader, he was merely a Hua Dan Cultivator. In the presence of many Nascent Soul cultivators, he might not carry enough weight, so he needed Lu Mei Niang to accompany him. It would have been appropriate to call Zhang Boyant to join, but firstly, they were not familiar, and secondly, he was once under the Demon Sect, so it was inconvenient to invite him.

Lu Mei Niang readily agreed, saying, "Very well."

She raised her slender hand and pointed downward, immediately raising an elegant white smoke beneath her lotus feet. She said, "Sect Leader Wei, please step up, and I will escort you there."

Wei Zihong gestured, capturing the head and then taking out a box, placing it inside and hiding it in his sleeve. Then he expressed his gratitude and drifted onto the cloud of smoke.

Lu Mei Niang gently rose on her tunneling cloud, floating in mid-air, and steadily flew towards Qingdan Peak’s location. The two traveled for a short time before arriving at the peak, descending onto the open space before the great hall.

At that moment, Elder Hua of the Pingdu Sect was heading into the hall. Sensing others arriving, he casually glanced back, only to frown, pointing, and saying, "Who are these people?"

An accompanying disciple looked and respectfully replied, "Elder, these two seem to be from the Yao Yin Sect."

"Yao Yin Sect?"

Elder Hua’s gaze turned unfriendly as he sneered coldly, saying, "This is a meeting place for the Ten Sects of Xuanmen. What business does the Yao Yin Sect have here?" With these words, he suddenly waved his sleeve, sending a burst of Gang Wind their way.

Lu Mei Niang’s expression changed subtly. She stepped back, flicking her water sleeves, also sending out a Gang Wind to neutralize the incoming force invisibly. She frowned and said, "Fellow Daoist, why so hostile towards a comrade?"

Elder Hua’s eyes were cold as he retorted, "Just a demon wrapped in human skin, and you dare call yourself a comrade?"

He snorted, and at the top of his head, the Gang Cloud shook as he unleashed a golden circle, surrounded by rainbow light and flying colored smoke. The circle was about the thickness of a little finger, embedded with eight jade rings. As it flew out, it made continuous crisp clinking sounds.

Lu Mei Niang feared for Wei Zihong’s safety, so she dared not dodge. She gave a soft command, and from within her top Gang Cloud flew out a white, beautiful lotus, emitting gentle Spirit Light that encircled and protected the two of them.

The golden circle fell, striking the Spirit Light, instantly sparking many star-like golden fires with resonating clangs, creating quite the commotion.

At this moment, elders and disciples from various sects arrived at the peak one after another. Some recognized this Dharma Treasure and were surprised. A Lishan Sect elder asked, "Golden Jade Eight-Ring Circle? Why is Elder Hua so irate? And who is that woman?"