922: Chapter 0922: A Man’s Responsibility 922: Chapter 0922: A Man’s Responsibility The Elder’s Nascent Soul Realm aura burst forth, causing the surrounding vegetation to sway in unison.

Shortly after, sword light flickered in the sky.

Young disciples approached one after another, some taking the mountain path, others flying on their swords, and gathered behind the elder.

The mountain peak was soon swarming with people.

Everyone heard the Elder’s words.

They didn’t know what kind of background Long Fei and Chu Feng had to provoke such rage from a Nascent Soul Realm expert.

Only disciples from the major sects’ Inner Gates knew the situation.

Other than Dragon-Tiger Mountain, elite disciples from all four major sects had met with tragic deaths.

Everyone muttered among themselves, all eyes on the three men in the lake.

Long Fei and Chu Feng stepped forward, nonchalantly addressing the elder, “Senior, we’re the ones you’re looking for.

Could it be that you have a daughter you can’t marry off and are eagerly trying to match her with us?”

“Elder Senior, I’m flattered by your attention.

As I’m still single, I might consider it!”

A group of female cultivators and the young cultivators opposite burst into laughter.

Wang Xiaoya also covered her mouth, chuckling to herself, thinking that these two guys were still as glib-tongued as ever.

“How dare you!

Who do you think you are to speak to our Elder with such disrespect?”

A disciple shouted.

Another bellowed, “You two scoundrels, listen up!

This is Elder Qing Yunzi of the Six Elders of Mount Shu.

You’ve murdered our sect members, show no remorse, and you still don’t kneel and submit to our Elder?”

The group of loose cultivators watching from the back for a bargain realized what was going on, thinking so that’s the situation.

The leader of Joyful Union Sect, Shenxu Daoist, shook his head continuously, staring at his eldest disciple Liuu Jiangnan with urgency, “Foolish boy, how did you get mixed up with them?

Your master can’t help you now.”

Mount Shu Elder Qing Yunzi, holding a green longsword, the Earth Immortal Sword – Qingsuo Sword.

He glared at Long Fei and his companion, coldly scolding, “Good, good, you’ve got guts.

To kill my Sect Leader’s disciple and still be so insolent.

Today, this old man must flatten you demon chiefs to alleviate the hatred in my heart.”

He threw the Qingsuo Sword in his hand, which streaked across the sky as a trail of green light, with the force of ten thousand catties rushing toward the green lotus barrier below.

Nascent Soul Realm Early Stage might only be one level higher than Half-Step Nascent Soul Realm.

But the difference between the two is that of entirely different realms, like comparing high school seniors to college freshmen.

In the hands of the Elder, the Qingsuo Sword’s power was a hundred times greater than that of Mount Qing.

A group of female cultivators shouted, “Defense at full strength!”

Their spiritual power surged forth, making the green barrier shine even more brightly, as if real lotuses were blooming on water.

Pink petals materialized above the green light.

The hundred-meter-long Sword Qi of the Qingsuo Sword buzzed as it stabbed down, causing the entire protective barrier to tremble.

The force of the Sword Qi was dissipated by the lotus.

However, the rockery, wooden walkways, and even the lake outside the lotus barrier did not enjoy such treatment.

There was a thunderous boom, shaking heaven and earth.

Sword Qi spilled from the barrier, sweeping across the area and turning everything within a kilometer into dust, its power comparable to a missile explosion.

Even so, the lotus barrier remained unfalteringly resilient, flickering like a candle in the wind, but refusing to be extinguished.

A group of elders and their disciples behind them gaped in amazement, thinking that this defense barrier was a bit too incredible.

Someone admired, “Long have I heard of the Precious Lotus Lantern left by the Three Holy Mothers on Mount Hua, and seeing it today, it indeed lives up to its reputation.”

“What a pity that such a magical treasure has fallen into the hands of these Demon Sect disciples.”

“With them protected by such a treasure, how shall we counter?”

An elder laughed heartily, “No need to worry.

Although this magical treasure is powerful, it’s quite taxing to activate.

We only need to attack consecutively a few times, and those operating the formation will surely perish exhausted.”

It had to be said, the elder’s insight was incredibly sharp.

The female cultivators operating the lantern were all pale.

Just now Elder Qing Yun’s single sword strike had already caused them to be spiritually fatigued.

“If this continues, we won’t last until nightfall.

Even with powerful magical treasures, we are unable to activate them.”

Long Fei rushed to Wang Xiaoya and said, “Let your senior sisters rest, I will activate this magical treasure.”

Wang Xiaoya shook her head, “That won’t do.

This magical treasure can only be activated by someone familiar with it.

It must be imbued with fresh blood, and after several years, a lotus root will grow inside before it can be used.

If a stranger tries to activate it, they would be turned to ash in an instant.

My senior sisters have been training here for ten years just to be able to do this.”

“Is that so?”

Long Fei raised his brow and looked around for Bald Dog and the Ground Rat Demon King.

He considered that if things didn’t work out, he would have the Ground Rat Demon King dig a tunnel and let these girls escape through it.

Who knows where those two have gone; their presence is nowhere to be found in the vicinity.

At that moment, from within the formation, a female disciple shouted with a delicate voice, “Protect our Mystic Yin, vow to death unyielding.”

A dozen or so female disciples burst out of the formation like moths to a flame, their longswords slicing towards a group of old men.

Wang Xiaoya cried out in a wretched voice, “Senior sisters, no!”

An old man shook his head and hummed, “Devilish witches of the Demon Path, ignorant of life and death.”

One of them slapped the void fiercely, and a phantom hand imprint appeared in the air.

With a loud bang, all the female disciples turned into a mist of blood.

The tremendous force even caused the lake behind them to roll violently.

“This is the Tai Chi Palm Imprint of the Wudang old thief!”

Some female cultivators wept and cursed loudly.

Another yelled, “Since we’re not going to survive today, might as well fight them in a life and death struggle.”

“Yes, better to die than submit to these scoundrels.”

A group of female cultivators cursed and raised their swords, ready to charge out.

Wang Xiaoya waved her hand, shouting desperately at them, “Don’t, let’s endure a little longer.

The Holy Mother said she would return.”

The female cultivators cried, tearful, “Saintess, just go!

In life, we belong to the Mystic Yin Sect; in death, we will be its ghosts.

If the Holy Mother doesn’t come back, we won’t blame her.”

“Saintess, hurry and leave, Mystic Yin Sect won’t perish as long as you survive.

If there’s a chance in the future, take revenge for us!”

They knew they were a burden to Wang Xiaoya and did not want to drag her down any further.

As for the Holy Mother, they had lost all hope.

After all, even if the Holy Mother returned now, it would not change the overall situation.

Over a hundred female cultivators wielding swords charged out, but before they could pass the lotus barrier, they were stopped by two tall figures.

Long Fei, with the Azure Dragon above his head, released his Essential Qi, forming a white barrier.

No matter who it was, they would immediately bounce back upon impact.

He turned to the group of female cultivators and shouted lightly, “When men are present, why must you ladies risk your lives?”

The hearts of the female cultivators were filled with mixed emotions, and they all burst into tears.

The female cultivators who had previously prevented Long Fei and Chu Feng from entering were all frowning, never having seen a man who took such responsibility.

Wang Xiaoya, with tears in her eyes as well, drew her sword, soared into the air, and stood by Long Fei’s side shouting, “I’ll stand and fight with you, we’ll die together if we must!”

Long Fei wiped away her tears and pushed her back with a palm.

He couldn’t bear to let her take risks, and it wasn’t that there was no chance of survival.

In Long Fei’s Storage Ring, Golden Cores emerged one by one.

They were his accumulated gains, each one condensed by a Core Formation Stage cultivator.

He swallowed the Golden Cores, facing the group of old men with a cold stare, his lips curling into a wicked smirk.

Indeed, at this moment, he was ready to risk it all to make a breakthrough.