CHAPTER 479: TRUE NATURE PERFORMANCE

Chapter 479: True Nature Performance

Chen Huaian exchanged three moves with Su Qinian.

After three exchanges, Chen Huaian secretly struck himself with a palm, pretending to be blasted away while spitting blood.

Su Qinian was startled by this scene, inwardly thinking how ruthlessly the ancestor treated himself.

From both training grounds came furious shouts, followed by terrifying pressure of cultivation realms.

Chen Huaian knew Hua Jin and Monk Faming could no longer hold back from intervening.

A fragrant breeze swept in first, and Chen Huaian felt as if he'd crashed into cotton.

Hua Jin's gentle yet concerned voice sounded by his ear: "Elder Chen, how are your injuries?"

Her Eminence Hua Jin actually came to "rescue" him first?

Holy shit!

Chen Huaian felt touched for 0.1 seconds before violently coughing up blood:

"Cough cough... Your Eminence, this junior is fine... won't die yet..."

Seeing this, Hua Jin's expression darkened as she forced a medicinal pill into Chen Huaian's mouth.

Though she couldn't detect life-threatening injuries, Chen Huaian looked half-dead.

"Sword Pavilion's people?"

After administering the pill, she channeled True Essence to stabilize his condition before locking onto Su Qinian with blade-sharp eyes.

"You're the one who repeatedly obstructed this venerable's plans, and now you dare harm Kunlun Immortal Palace's elder? Today... you stay!"

Pushing Chen Huaian gently toward the training ground, Hua Jin simultaneously attacked Su Qinian with Monk Faming.

Their cultivation realms far surpassed Half-Step Unity, their momentum like collapsing mountains and seas. Yet Su Qinian merely smirked, showing no fear.

"Kekeke! Two Great Ascension experts joining forces against a junior?" He stroked his sword edge, watching Blood Beads slide down the blade with a provocative grin: "This one feels flattered."

Though unsure what schemes the ancestor had, Su Qinian knew Chen Huaian was at Great Ascension Stage.

If the ancestor could summon him safely, he could recall him safely too.

Back at Kunlun's training ground, Chen Huaian silently took out the Sect Summoning Token, giving it a light tap.

Instantly, subtle ripples appeared in space near Su Qinian like invisible pebbles disturbing water.

Hua Jin's pupils constricted: "Trouble—spatial fluctuations!"

Monk Faming pressed his palms together, Buddhist light blazing before suddenly separating: "Amitabha! Stay, benefactor!"

Hummm—!

A golden bell descended from voidspace, encasing Su Qinian—Monk Faming's Top-tier Spiritual Artifact: Soul Suppression Bell.

Hua Jin's artifact remained unseen as two cyan lights flew from her sleeves, weaving spiderweb-like layers around him.

Ascenders in the Heavenly Derivation Array gaped at the spectacle.

Two faction leaders attacking simultaneously released tsunami-like True Essence, sealing miles of space instantly.

Air solidified, heaven and earth lost color—even light seemed frozen!

"So... so strong!" Wang Shouyi supported Chen Huaian while sobbing uncontrollably:

"Wuuuuh! Senior! Do you see?! Her Eminence will capture that villain who hurt you! She'll avenge you!"

Chen Huaian's closed eyes twitched involuntarily.

He wasn't dead yet!

Why the damn crying!

"Kekeke, child's play."

Facing two supreme cultivators, Su Qinian initially felt nervous.

But sensing familiar summoning energy within, his sword-like eyebrows rose with increasingly smug grin.

"Such terrifying seals you've made, seniors... kekeke..." Su Qinian bared white teeth, "Like embroidered shoes for betrothal gifts—pretty, but can't trample people!"

Hua Jin sneered: "Sharp tongue. This venerable will seal that arrogant mouth personally!"

Her cyan lights now fully enveloped the sword cultivator like inescapable nets.

Monk Faming's bell pressed down from above—escape seemed impossible.

Yet...

"Even if you two make heaven and earth your prison?" Su Qinian stood proudly, silver hair flaring without wind, "Then I'll shatter this heaven and earth!"

He tossed his Black Tortoise Sword skyward. The heavy blade spun, piercing voidspace with golden light.

Leaping onto the hovering sword, he looked down upon them all.

Neither the cyan lights nor suppression bell hindered him.

"You wish to keep me, but alas... I've a date with a beauty." Glancing at veiled Hua Jin, he taunted, "Unlike you, that fairy shows her peerless beauty openly. While you, granny, hide behind veils lest your ugliness scare disciples? Tsk tsk, pitiful~"

Chen Huaian nearly laughed aloud.

Su Qinian claimed he couldn't play villains? Bullshit! This was his true nature!

Previous insults meant nothing to Hua Jin.

But this one struck home.

Her jade-like face chilled, eyes burning red as she shrieked: "INSOLENT! DIE!!!"

Jade fingers fired divine arrows of light at Su Qinian.

"Kekeke!" His laughter echoed between heaven and earth, "Today I spare you both! We'll meet again!"

Monk Faming frowned, transforming Buddhist light into a giant golden hand: "Bind!"

Yet all attacks passed through Su Qinian's fading, smoke-like form.

"I... shall return, kekeke!"

His voice grew ethereal, body translucent.

Only that spine-chilling, flirtatious laughter lingered in air.

Su Qinian had escaped.

All efforts proved futile as awkward silence fell.

Hua Jin and Monk Faming exchanged glances—despite supreme cultivation, they'd watched a junior vanish before them.

Countless Ascenders watched—Kunlun's, Great Thunder Temple's, other sects'.

Their prestige suffered visibly.

"Damned!" Hua Jin gritted pearly teeth. Furious yet maintaining composure: "Such audacity from a mere junior!"

Monk Faming sighed: "Amitabha. A mighty patron shields him. Even Buddhist Dragon-Binding failed."

Hua Jin adjusted her hairpin: "No matter. Next time I'll deploy Nine Heavens Locking Array—even his decrepit master would surrender."

Monk Faming nodded: "This monk memorized his peculiar aura. Wherever he hides, I'll know."

"Daring call me hag... I veil myself so disciples focus on cultivation!" Hua Jin glared where he vanished, murderous: "My Soul-Locking Threads marked his sword's bloodstains. Wherever he wields it, I'll find him!"

Neither leader lowered their voices—clearly wanting surrounding Ascenders to hear.

...

Chen Huaian sighed inwardly.

Poor Old Su, already marked by these fools?

Guess he'll have to play decoy from now on...

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