The Path Toward Heaven-Chapter 87: She Is THE Zhao Layue

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

It was surprising enough that the disciple of Liangwang Peak wasn’t the first to take a sword to that demon girl.

Who would have thought he would even help that demon girl when Elder of Kunlun was about to kill her!

What was going on?

Shi Fengchen gazed at Yao Songshan with shock and anger. As he was about to ask him why he did that, he suddenly thought of a possibility, and his expression changed abruptly.

His subordinate at the Pure Heaven Bureau didn’t realize what was on Shi’s mind, asking in surprising, “Immortal Master Yao, what are you doing?”

Gradually coming back to his senses, Elder of Kunlun said sternly, “I know what those junior masters of the Sect of Three did in Chaonan City was inappropriate, which offended your Green Mountain Sect, but people here saw this demon girl kill Master Zhu Jie with their own eyes, and so the Green Mountain Sect wants to protect her?!” free𝒘ℯ𝗯𝙣𝗼ν𝑒𝗹.𝒄o𝒎

“Zhu Jie showed a great deal of disrespect toward my Senior Master, so he deserved his death.”

Yao Songshan ambled forward and stared at Elder of Kunlun. “As for you, you dared attack my Senior Master, which must mean you have a death wish,” he said emotionlessly.

The grand hall fell dead silent.

The green cloth on Yao Songshan was stirred up by the ocean breeze, making him appear like a floating fairy immortal.

The crowd wasn’t sure if they had heard correctly.

Showed disrespect to your Senior Master? Dared attack your Senior Master?

Senior Master...what Senior Master?

Yao Songshan was the eleventh-ranked disciple on Liangwang Peak; who would be his Senior Master then?

The countless gazes focused on Zhao Layue.

Zhao Layue took off her conical hat.

It was a pity that they didn’t witness long beautiful hair falling down like a waterfall.

This young girl had short hair and a pair of short and vigorous eyebrows.

Her eyebrows were dark and thick, as if painted on by the darkest ink.

More people figured out her identity, becoming speechless and abruptly standing up from their seats.

The sounds of tables being knocking over were heard everywhere in the grand hall.

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Zhao Layue was very famous in the Cultivation world, almost as famous as Luo Huainan, Tong Yan, Bai Zao, and Zhuo Rusui.

She was someone with natural Dao quality, protected by the Green Mountain Sect even before her birth.

At the Inherited Sword Competition three years ago, she unexpectedly inherited Shenmo Peak and became the personal disciple of the late Immortal Jing Yang, shocking the entire Cultivation world.

As for her appearance and temperaments, they had been discussed many times among the major sects.

This young girl, with short hair and two paint-thick eyebrows, distinctive black eyes and pupils, was called Senior Master by the disciple of Liangwang Peak; if she wasn’t Zhao Layue, who could she be?

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Everyone stood up, regardless of how they viewed the Green Mountain Sect and Zhao Layue or how they felt at the moment.

Mo Xi, who was from the Water-Moon Nunnery, an orthodox sect, stood up as well.

She saw that Zhao Layue was simply a good-looking young girl without any outstanding traits, contrary to rumors. She couldn’t help but feel some contempt, but as soon as she recalled the bloody sword flying across the grand hall, Mo Xi felt inferior to Zhao Layue, her expression turning cold.

Xiang Wanshu was quite startled. He hadn’t expected the young girl he met that one time in the Lone Mountain to be the legendary Zhao Layue.

In the minds of the disciples of the Zhongzhou Sect, Zhao Layue was different from the gifted disciples of other sects because she was from Zhaoge. Based on the saying that the talents in Zhaoge all joined the Zhongzhou Sect, she should join the Zhongzhou Sect, becoming their Senior Sister or Junior Sister.

The masters of the Middle State Sect tried their hardest for ten years to change the mind of Zhao’s family, but the Green Mountain Sect had guarded her too tightly.

These stories had been making their way through the Zhongzhou Sect for a long time; so many disciples, including Xiang Wanshu, were curious about Zhao Layue. There were also other, less-identifiable emotions, like feeling a closeness to her her for unknown reasons, even antagonistic emotions, though most young disciples regarded her as their phantom enemy.

The grand hall was still quiet. It was difficult keeping the emotions in check .

Some of them noticed the person standing next to Zhao Layue.

If this young girl was Zhao Layue, who would that person with the conical hat be?

Judging from the iron sword on his back, he hadn’t entered the Undefeated State yet, which meant he was far inferior to Zhao Layue.

Was he Jing Jiu?

After inheriting the sword of Shenmo Peak, Jing Jiu became famous in the Cultivation circle as well, though he wasn’t as famous as Zhao Layue.

However, in the minds of some people, he was even more famous than Zhao Layue since he was rumored to be the most handsome man in the world.

Jing Jiu didn’t intend to take off his conical hat, which disappointed the female practitioners, including Mo Xi.

“Well, the Peak Master of Shenmo of the Green Mountain has come in person; this King failed greeting you earlier. Our humblest apologies.”

Along with the gentle voice came a patch of foggy clouds rushing forward from the deep end of the palace, a big and tall figure strolled out of the cloud.

The mysterious Western Prince finally appeared in front of the people.

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The Western Prince was forced to reveal himself.

Zhao Layue nowadays was the Peak Master of Shenmo, an important figure of the Green Mountain Sect.

She also had another title: the personal disciple of Immortal Jing Yang.

She was the highest-ranking person in the hall today both in terms of generations and status.

The elder of the Western Ocean Sword Sect and Elder of Kunlun had seniority equal to hers, but their status in the Cultivation world was far inferior to hers.

Throughout the Cloudy Platform, his status as the Western Prince was equal to hers, so he had no choice but to come out to greet her, showing the respect to the Green Mountain Sect.

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Before the appearance of the Western Prince, the elder of the Western Ocean Sword Sect with the Free Travel State had already retrieved his Piercing Discernment the moment Zhao Layue revealed her identity.

If he retrieved his Piercing Discernment slightly late, this act could be regarded as the disrespect to the Green Mountain Sect, causing unnecessary confrontation.

The Western Prince bowed to Zhao Layue in greeting, and then looked at Jing Jiu by her side.

Thinking of what he said to Jing Jiu earlier when they met, the intimidating hint in the deep parts of his eyes disappeared instantly.

Now he was certain Jing Jiu didn’t come to join the Western Ocean Sword Sect.

It was then that Jing Jiu said: “I simply wanted to see you.”

Why?

Was it because the Green Mountain Sect had discovered the secret of the Dace Devil and sent their disciples to check it out?

Thinking of this made him a bit cautious.

However, he wasn’t too worried, as he believed that even though the Green Mountain Sect could connect the Western Ocean with the Dace Devil, they still couldn’t find any evidence.

The Dace Devil scheme wasn’t meticulously planned, but it was aimed at the practitioners’ ambition.

Thinking of that young man with natural Dao quality from the Green Mountain Sect who had taken the Devil Pill two years ago, an indiscernible smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

A Devil Pill that could help practitioners improve their Cultivation states and a booklet describing how to erase the trace of poison pills would be impossible for the practitioners to resist.

For the gifted disciples, they were under tremendous pressure, and much was expected of them, making it harder resist the temptation.

The Western Prince looked at Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue with a gentle smile as he thought, Yes, go ahead and investigate all the more earnestly; the best thing will be for you to find your talented colleague guilty.

Jing Jiu was thinking of a different matter.

After Zhao Layue identified herself, the Western Prince greeted her in person...

If he knew it was so easy, why would he bother playing those chess games in the Lone Mountain?

Though he had cultivated for a great number of years, but his traveling experience was only for a few years, so he didn’t have enough experience in this matter.

What about you? Did you say you were good at scheming?

Looking at Zhao Layue, he shook his head, thinking about how they hadn’t been that smart in this matter, since they both now Shenmo Peak heritage.

Just then, a voice pierced the silence.

The voice of that man was trembled slight at first, either due to anger or restlessness, but it soon became as calm and firm as unbreakable iron.

“As an important figure of the Green Mountain Sect, you think you can kill people at will?!” Shi Fengchen stared into Zhao Layue’s eyes as he took a step forward.