Chapter 109: Breaking Into Zhongyu Sect Alone
Hong Yuan carried the two Elders of Zhongyu Sect, his figure fast like a ghostly figure, swiftly passing over the rooftop ridges, and in no time had rushed out of the prefecture city.
‘The news reaching Wei Qingfeng’s ears and then returning, even if fast, would probably take two days of kung fu.’
‘Rather than waiting idly here like a fool, better to go……raid their home!’
Hong Yuan chuckled lightly and looked toward Elder Qingyu and Elder Baiyu in his hands.
The two had not fainted, but were sealed in qi and blood by Hong Yuan’s Six Void Force, unable to move or speak, only able to glare at him fiercely, with unavoidable shock in their eyes.
“Why are the two of you glaring at me like this?”
“Earlier, the two of you struck with killing moves right away; if it were anyone else, they would probably have died miserably by now. I haven’t taken your lives, so you should be thanking me.”
Hong Yuan said leisurely.
Elder Qingyu and Elder Baiyu were filled with hatred in their hearts.
Such humiliation from the opponent—no sect could tolerate it.
“I share a friendship of life and death with the two of you, so since I’ve come to Xingqing Prefecture, I might as well visit your Zhongyu Sect.”
Friendship with you?
Elder Qingyu and Elder Baiyu were greatly anxious in their hearts, but Hong Yuan paid no heed, his figure flashing as he sped straight toward the west.
He had already inquired clearly: Zhongyu Sect was located in Yuyang Mountain a hundred li west of the prefecture city.
Elder Qingyu and Elder Baiyu suddenly felt wind pouring into their ears, sharp winds whistling, the scenery before them rapidly receding, as if riding the wind and lightning.
The two tried their best to rally their spirits, wanting to think of a countermeasure.
Although there were many disciples at the mountain gate, and also Elder Hong Yu and Elder Mo Yu, these two were half a step inferior in martial arts compared to them—how could they be opponents for this fierce person?
The more the two thought, the more dizzy and confused they felt, a complete mess, with no way to resist, in this state of panicked minds.
Hong Yuan’s figure suddenly stopped, and he said, “We’re here!”
What?
The two opened their eyes reddened by the gale and looked up, clearly seeing a mountain standing before them, snow piled on the peak, silver-clad and pristine, with a cluster of buildings vaguely visible halfway up the mountainside.
It was precisely the location of Zhongyu Sect’s mountain gate.
How could it be so fast?
In the minds of Elder Qingyu and Elder Baiyu, it seemed like only a moment had passed.
In reality, Hong Yuan only knew the general direction and had to ask for directions along the way to avoid a minor deviation leading to a vast error, taking at least three quarters of an hour.
‘Wei Qingfeng is not here; it’s said he only left two elders to guard, but a sect with foundation might have some ‘sweeping monk’ pop out……’
Hong Yuan also looked over, rubbed his glabella, sensed for danger with his spiritual sense, and after a moment, carried the two up the mountain path, darting ‘whoosh whoosh’ like a swimming snake, winding upward.
In a short while, he arrived at the mountain gate.
This Zhongyu Sect was built on a spacious area halfway up the mountain, occupying a vast expanse, unknown whether naturally formed or man-made.
But either way, it was a massive project.
Even with martial arts existing in this world, the immense consumption was beyond ordinary imagination.
Hong Yuan was surveying the flying eaves and brackets, halls and pavilions, when suddenly eight or nine men and women in tight clothes darted out, all holding long swords in hand, vigilantly eyeing him.
A sinister young man in his twenties shouted, “Zhongyu Sect mountain gate is a forbidden area, no outsiders allowed—leave immediately.”
As he spoke, with a ‘clang’, the opponent’s long sword was unsheathed an inch, implying a threat.
Hong Yuan glanced over and smiled, “This little brother, don’t misunderstand. I just picked up these two at the foot of the mountain and came up to ask if they’re yours?”
The sinister young man was stunned, then flew into a rage: “Who would lose people? Are you here to toy with us?”
But some disciples looked shocked and uncertain, staring fixedly at Elder Qingyu and Elder Baiyu, whom Hong Yuan held like chicks.
Along the way, Hong Yuan hadn’t taken care of the two—not only had their hairpins been blown away by the gale, their hair disheveled, clothes covered in dust and grass, faces smeared with filth.
Elder Qingyu and Elder Baiyu, stared at by the disciples, felt both shocked and angry, and deeply ashamed.
Finally, a heroine-like woman tentatively spoke: “Elder Qingyu……Elder Baiyu?”
The sinister young man said in astonishment, “Junior sister, what nonsense are you saying?”
“Home sweet home, get out!” Hong Yuan casually tossed Elder Qingyu and Elder Baiyu, simultaneously releasing the seal of the Six Void Force.
Even so, the two couldn’t condense their qi and blood into force for the moment, only able to speak. Elder Qingyu immediately hissed, “Everyone go back, tell Elder Hong Yu and Elder Mo Yu—a strong enemy is attacking! Hurry!”
“What?”
“Really Elder Qingyu and Elder Baiyu?”
Several Zhongyu Sect disciples were greatly shocked, momentarily not even minding what Elder Qingyu shouted. Hong Yuan had already strode forward, walking straight inside as if no one else was there.
“Stop!”
The sinister young man shouted sharply, his long sword suddenly unsheathed, shaking in the wind, blade wavering as it thrust straight toward Hong Yuan’s back heart.
Hong Yuan didn’t turn his head, just waved a hand backward. With a ‘clang’ crisp sound, the blade met his palm and suddenly shattered into dozens of fragments.
‘Whoosh whoosh’—two fragments pierced through the sinister young man’s left and right arms, instantly eliciting a shrill scream of agony.
The other disciples cried out in alarm and changed color, drawing their swords to surround Hong Yuan, only to be flung away at even faster speed.
Only the heroine-like woman shouted ‘enemy attack’ while running toward the inside of the mountain gate.
Hong Yuan didn’t stop her, strolling leisurely as if on an outing, admiring the mountain scenery, exceptionally beautiful under the snow cover.
A large group of disciples surged out from the mountain gate square, shouting as they advanced: “Who dares to be presumptuous in my Zhongyu Sect?”
Amid the scolding, dozens of people swiftly closed in from front, back, left, and right, sword lights flashing and crisscrossing into a sword net enveloping him.
Hong Yuan looked up toward the main hall in front of the square, the three characters ‘Zhongyu Sect’ on the plaque entering his eyes. Sword winds broke through the air behind him; he suddenly lifted a foot.
Then, stomped down!
Boom!
As if a bolt of lightning struck the square, thunderous roar echoing, the surrounding dozens of Zhongyu Sect disciples felt the ground shake like an earthquake, followed by large swathes of floor tiles shattering and splashing outward.
Under Hong Yuan’s force, the fragment pebbles shot out like strong bows and crossbows, instantly causing chaos, cries of pain rising everywhere.
Hong Yuan leisurely stepped over the stairs to before the main hall. Suddenly it darkened before his eyes; a black shadow pounced from above, five fingers sharp as blades, spewing sharp qi energy, fiercely grabbing toward his head.
Whoosh!
Another red-clothed figure darted out from the left, crossing a step to instantly arrive nearby, palm slicing horizontally like the sharpest long saber toward his neck, a cold laugh still emanating from his mouth.
“Good, good, good! My Zhongyu Sect has been silent too long; any stray cat or dog dares to come cause trouble……ah!”
Before his words finished, a miserable scream sounded—Hong Yuan’s big hand had grabbed the one pouncing from above, his iron-pincer palm instantly crushing the opponent’s five fingers with ‘crack crack’ sounds, then smashing downward.
With a ‘boom’, the black figure smashed onto the red-clothed man, painful howls transmitting.
“Cause what trouble?”
Hong Yuan figured these should be the other two Elders of Zhongyu Sect. Too lazy to bother with them, he looked ahead: a gaunt old man with graying temples and deep dark eyes walked out from a corner corridor.
Hong Yuan watched this person, who gazed back with deep eyes and said faintly, “Young man, this is not a place you should come.”
Hong Yuan smiled: “As expected of one of the three sects of Mingzhou; you still have some old fellows hidden. Unfortunately……”
The gaunt old man said indifferently, “Unfortunately what?”
Hong Yuan sensed his aura and shook his head: “Unfortunately, already half-crippled.”
“Half-crippled, heh! Well said. This old man is indeed half-crippled.” The gaunt old man didn’t get angry, instead letting out a hoarse laugh, then carefully scrutinizing Hong Yuan and saying faintly, “Young man, I see your talent and root bone are exceptional. Why not become my disciple? As long as you become this old man’s disciple, today’s matter will be forgiven.”
“Hm?”
Just as Hong Yuan smiled speechlessly, the gaunt old man’s chest and abdomen suddenly swelled, then his throat gaped wide. The next moment, a massive shock resounded within the main hall.
