CHAPTER 379: CHAPTER 367: FIGHT IF YOU WANT, STOP DILLY-DALLYING

In a deep valley within the mountain peaks of the Blood Control Sect, a man with blood-red spiky hair was silently sharpening his beloved sword on a grindstone, with sweat continuously spilling from his naked upper body and dripping onto the surrounding grassland.

"Zing! Zing! Zing!"

The blade rubbed against the black, abrasive sandstone, emitting a whirring sound. With each sound, invisible waves dispersed from the red-haired youth at the center, flattening patches of the lawn.

This was not just sharpening—it was training!

"Ling Ye, Chief Liu is back. Aren’t you going to greet her?"

In the silence of the valley, previously filled only with the sound of sharpening, a second voice suddenly rang out. A figure as gentle as a spring breeze appeared under a tree not far behind the red-haired youth, seemingly out of nowhere.

The newcomer, clad in a green robe, seemed a bit out of place amongst the red hues of the Blood Control Sect and lacked the characteristic arrogance of its members.

"Zhao Xiangsui, I remember telling you to give me a heads-up before coming in, right?" Ling Ye, who had been silent up until now, finally spoke, his voice sounding somewhat muffled.

"Haha, at this time, let’s not fuss over such small details," said the handsome man named Zhao Xiangsui with a chuckle, then continued with a gossiping tone. "But aren’t you going to check it out? The disciples below are all saying you fancy Chief Liu."

The red-haired man turned a deaf ear to Zhao Xiangsui’s question, continuing to focus intently on sharpening his blade.

"Hey, you... Every time this topic comes up, you play dumb with me," Zhao Xiangsui said, somewhat frustrated. This man just loves to be like that. But doesn’t he know that the more he tries to cover up, the more obvious it becomes?

"If you have something to say, say it; if not, get lost. Don’t disturb my training," Ling Ye rebuffed without turning his head.

"Eh, don’t be like that, I’ve got news that you’ll definitely be interested in," Zhao Xiangsui said with a mysterious smile.

"The person who came back with Chief Liu is from the Taoist Sect, Zong Liangyi and Su Youyi are both here. And I’ve heard that on the way back to the sect, Chief Liu was ambushed by the Devouring Spirit Sect. If it wasn’t for Zong Liangyi’s timely assistance, the Chief would have been in grave danger."

Upon hearing this, Ling Ye’s steady sword sharpening came to an abrupt halt, and the grass that had been pressed down finally stood up again.

"Zong Liangyi?"

"Yep, Zong Liangyi of the Taoist Sect. They say he’s even more ruthless than Su Youyi," said Zhao Xiangsui, playing the role of a fire-stoker.

"Huh~" Ling Ye slowly exhaled, put away his sword, and stood up. His above-average height allowed him to look down at Zhao Xiangsui even from a distance.

"Then let’s go have a look."

Meanwhile, Zong Liangyi, who had just disembarked, felt uncomfortable under the gazes of those around him.

"Are your Blood Control Sect disciples a bit unfriendly?" Zong Liangyi whispered to Liu Rouxin.

Liu Rouxin glanced at Zong Liangyi indifferently, her tone slightly schadenfreude: "It’s not that they’re unfriendly; it mainly depends on who they’re dealing with."

The disciples of the Blood Control Sect typically looked down on others, and ordinary people were not of any concern to them, let alone causing trouble.

However, Liang Yi’s identity really touched a nerve with them, forcing all Blood Control Sect disciples to take notice,

The environment of the Blood Control Sect is one where a red haze obscures the sky, and the temperature here is incredibly high, to the extent that even Uncle Orange suspected whether this place was built upon a volcano’s mouth.

Every Blood Control Sect disciple carries a knife, and it’s rare to see someone like Liu Rouxin wielding a long spear.

"I’m definitely not coming here a second time, meow!" crouched down on one side, Uncle Orange whispered to Su Youyi with his tongue sticking out. He detested both the bloody smell and the high temperature here.

"I really have no idea what these Blood Control Sect disciples are trying to do." Su Youyi frowned slightly, silently memorizing the hostile faces around her.

Although she understood the cause and effect, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat angry when faced with the actual situation.

"Are you Taoist Sect’s Liang Yi?" However, at this moment, a dull voice arose from the crowd.

After seeing who was speaking, the expressions of the surrounding Blood Control Sect disciples changed, and they dispersed to create a path. A red-haired man almost twice as tall as an ordinary person stepped through the crowd, standing erect in front of Liang Yi, looking down at him.

Behind this man followed another who was completely out of place with the Blood Control Sect vibe, a man in green robes, watching the unfolding situation with a smile.

Yet facing Liu Rouxin, whose height reached only to the newcomer’s thigh, seemed rather impatient, frowning and directly asking, "Ling Ye? What are you doing here?"

"I’m here to meet the widely acclaimed Taoist Sect’s Liang Yi as well as Su Youyi." Although Ling Ye verbally responded to Liu Rouxin’s question, his gaze remained fixed on Liang Yi without wavering, his body exuding ill will that wasn’t hidden at all, blending with the malice of other Blood Control Sect disciples and pressuring Liang Yi.

Liang Yi frowned slightly, feeling as if this ill will had formed into an invisible blade, slashing towards him head-on. Though being cut by it wouldn’t cause any actual harm, it was a loss in terms of momentum.

However, before this blade of ill will could reach him, Liang Yi’s innate body transformed from postnatal to Purple Mist Innate Body, reacting instinctively. An innate body forged with innate essence is not something that just anything can provoke.

The invisible Purple Mist Dragon roared silently, looking disdainfully at the blade of malice before swallowing it in one gulp, unconcerned about any digestion issues.

As the momentum was forced back, everyone connected to the scene naturally felt the impact, each uttering muffled groans.

Liu Rouxin watched from the sidelines as a bystander. She wouldn’t help if Liang Yi was targeted, and if her disciples lost face, she wouldn’t step in either.

"Now that I’ve met you, could you please make way?" Liang Yi’s expression was somewhat cold, although he knew that these people were discontent with the Taoist Sect because of his master’s issues, he couldn’t afford to show any weakness.

"We’ve met indeed, but just meeting is not enough." Ling Ye grinned, revealing a row of snow-white teeth.

"Going back and forth, don’t you just want to have a showdown? If we’re going to fight, let’s fight, stop beating around the bush." Liang Yi waved his hand impatiently and interrupted Ling Ye’s next words, tired of the group’s dilly-dallying.

In the Cultivation World, strength is respected, and that’s an unchanging truth. These people’s blatant targeting of him was merely because they saw his cultivation was only at the Fifth Realm.

"Good, I also want to see how much you weigh, daring to target me here?"

Liang Yi’s eyes scanned fiercely around. The surrounding ordinary Blood Control Sect disciples were overpowered by Liang Yi’s aura, daring not to meet his gaze, only Ling Ye maintained a burning stare.

"Good, such temperament is befitting of the name of Banished Immortal’s disciple." Ling Ye looked appreciative. Despite feeling somewhat belittled, such a robust stance instead improved their perception of Liang Yi.