Chapter 3133: Wolfish Blood Blade True Lord (None Today)

The Wang family mobilized over sixty Void-Refining cultivators and hundreds of Soul Transformation cultivators to search for Long Qingfeng. Although they publicly stated they were looking for a Void-Refining stage half-demon, Wang Chuanming was not fooled.

The Wang family's rules were strict, and most clan members adhered to them. Even the few who violated them rarely went too far. However, Wang Chuanming was an exception. Wang Changsheng believed it was necessary to inform Wang Chuanming, lest he act foolishly out of greed. Faced with immense profit, even blood brothers could turn on each other, let alone outsiders.

"Yes, Ancestor."

Wang Yihong readily agreed.

"Also, have Chuanming handle the follow-up matters. Do not let the Cold Flame Sect suspect Mengshan; perhaps Mengshan can play a significant role in the future," Wang Changsheng instructed.

Wang Yihong agreed, bowed, and withdrew.

"Over 100,000-year-old Celestial Lotus Wood, incredible. The Nine Dragons Palace truly lives up to its reputation; its foundations are deep." Wang Changsheng muttered to himself as he entered a secret chamber, where the Azure Lotus Spirit Refining Cauldron immediately caught his eye. He then took out refining materials, preparing to forge the Nine-Lotus Spirit Disk.

In a quiet manor, Wang Ruyi was talking to Long Qingfeng.

"Rest assured and heal here. Contact me if you need anything. I will regularly invite Ancestor Mousen to treat you. Seven-Star Begonia is one of the ten deadliest poisons, so we must not be careless," Wang Ruyi said sincerely.

"Thank you, Immortal Wang," Long Qingfeng expressed his gratitude. He had never imagined that his casual act of saving Wang Ruyi years ago would lead to the Wang family saving him twice.

"If you hadn't saved me back then, I wouldn't be alive. There's no need for formalities; focus on your recovery!" Wang Ruyi said before turning and leaving.

Long Qingfeng sighed lightly. He gazed at the sky and murmured to himself, "Mother, you were right. One should cultivate good connections. A single act of gratitude can bring endless benefits." He then entered a secret chamber and began cultivating to heal his injuries.

The Ice Flame Mountain Range, Cold Flame Sect Headquarters.

In Ice Flame Hall, Li Qingyue sat on the main seat, her gaze icy. Li Qingyue, currently at the Mid-Integration stage, was the sect leader of the Cold Flame Sect. The previous sect leader had perished during the fifth great heavenly tribulation.

Wang Mengshan knelt on the ground, looking nervous. His aura was weak, his face pale, appearing severely injured. To reduce the Cold Flame Sect's suspicion, he had controlled a sixth-tier puppet beast to injure himself, then rushed to the Cold Flame Sect immediately.

"My judgment was clouded, Senior," he pleaded. "I listened to Fellow Daoist Deng and engaged a Wang family cultivator. She actually had a seventh-tier talisman! If I hadn't escaped quickly, I would have suffered the same fate as Fellow Daoist Deng. I dare not return to Guangyuan Sect. Please, Senior Li, save my life." Wang Mengshan pleaded bitterly, his expression tense.

Both logically and emotionally, since he had fought with an elite Wang family disciple (though he hadn't killed them), the Wang family would undoubtedly pursue Wang Mengshan. Therefore, it was perfectly reasonable for Wang Mengshan to seek assistance from the Cold Flame Sect.

Li Qingyue frowned deeply. The Wang family was currently at the zenith of its power on the Xuanyuan Continent, and the Cold Flame Sect had to temporarily avoid direct confrontation. Wang Mengshan's feud with Wang Ruyi indeed presented a considerable issue. This incident was neither trivial nor catastrophic, but if the Wang family decided to pursue it, Wang Mengshan's life would be in peril.

Guangyuan Sect had served the Cold Flame Sect diligently for years, always at the forefront whenever commanded, proving capable and effective. Disregarding their plight now would surely dishearten other affiliated forces. Ultimately, Wang Ruyi was safe. Had Wang Mengshan killed Wang Ruyi and the news spread, the Cold Flame Sect would naturally not fight to the death with the Wang family over Wang Mengshan. However, since Wang Mengshan had only injured Long Qingfeng, there was still room for negotiation.

"Considering your dedicated service over the years, you can temporarily reside in the Ice Flame Mountain Range! Send someone to inform the experts of Guangyuan Sect to temporarily lay low. The Wang family will certainly cause trouble for Guangyuan Sect. It's not too late for you to return after the storm passes," Li Qingyue instructed.

If the Wang family were adamant about killing Wang Mengshan, Li Qingyue would not protect him. It simply wasn't worth a deadly conflict with the Wang family over a single Void-Refining cultivator. While the relationship between the Cold Flame Sect and the Wang family was strained, it hadn't yet reached a point of no return.

"Thank you, Senior Li, thank you, Senior Li." Wang Mengshan was overwhelmed with gratitude. He quickly kowtowed, striking his head against the ground three times with audible thuds, before finally departing.

Li Qingyue took out a pale white communication disk. She cast a spell and instructed: "Nephew Qian, mobilize personnel and invite a female Void-Refining cultivator named Bai Yao to the Ice Flame Mountain Range. If she doesn't cooperate, kill her without hesitation and leave her Nascent Soul for soul-searching. Also, investigate a Void-Refining cultivator named Long Qingfeng. Check if this person is a disciple of the Long family and what relationship they have with the Wang and Long families." The Long family was related to the Wang family by marriage, and Li Qingyue mistakenly thought Long Qingfeng was from the Long family.

"Yes, Martial Uncle Sect Leader," a respectful female voice came from the communication disk.

"By the way, is there any news of True Monarch Nine Swords?" Li Qingyue pressed.

"Not yet. We are still investigating. According to the clues we have, he has not left the Xuanyuan Continent. He might have been struck dead by the great heavenly tribulation, or he might have died in some dangerous place." Li Qingyue nodded thoughtfully and said, "Send more people to continue the investigation. You must find his whereabouts, whether he is alive or dead."

"Yes, Martial Uncle Sect Leader."

Putting away the communication disk, a brilliant white light emanated from Li Qingyue's body, transforming into countless white snowflakes and disappearing.

Overseas, sea winds gusted, and waves rose on the surface of the sea. A streak of blood-red light appeared in the distant sky, rapidly flying towards this location.

Before long, the blood-red light halted above a small island, approximately a hundred miles in circumference. It was a blood-red flying boat, shimmering with light, carrying True Monarch Bloodblade, Chu Feng, and a tall, slender man in a golden robe.

True Monarch Bloodblade's face was pale, and his eyes were filled with fear. He had underestimated the perils of crossing the vast ocean, which teemed with numerous seventh-tier demonic beasts, various natural disasters, and unfamiliar foreign races. For the first few years after setting sail, everything proceeded smoothly. However, as they ventured deeper into the ocean, they encountered an increasing number of demonic beasts, whose tiers grew progressively higher, and even some foreign races.

Not long ago, True Monarch Bloodblade was ambushed by over a dozen seventh-tier demonic beasts. Except for the three of them, all other disciples were annihilated. The golden-robed young man was True Monarch Bloodblade's clone, only possessing Void-Refining initial stage cultivation. True Monarch Bloodblade had been so focused on saving himself that his disciples were all wiped out. It was, in fact, thanks to these sacrificial pawns that he managed to successfully evade the demonic beasts.

"There are simply too many seventh-tier demonic beasts overseas!" True Monarch Bloodblade complained.

"Hmph, if you let me recover my Integration stage cultivation, these demonic beasts would be nothing," Chu Feng dismissed it.

"If you recovered your Integration stage cultivation, I'd be the one in trouble. Never mind, let's not talk about that. Let's find refuge on this small island and rest for a while!" True Monarch Bloodblade said in a deep voice. With a hand seal, the blood-red flying boat swiftly descended, landing in a small valley surrounded by mountains on three sides.