Chapter 113: Overturning the Azure Cloud Sect

“Goodness, they’re using me to train their troops!” Ye Wuya was both amused and annoyed. After all, he was also using the people of Qingyun Sect to temper Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Qingyun Sect, Martial Arts Grand Hall!

Situated atop the main peak and connected to the seven surrounding peaks, the hall was forged from a massive floating stone. Seven enormous black chains stretched from the tops of the seven peaks, anchoring this grand arena firmly in place.

The Martial Arts Hall spanned two to three thousand meters in diameter, adorned with countless palaces.

Crowds filled the area.

Beneath the hall's entrance lay a vast combat stage, accompanied by numerous smaller platforms scattered around, each about a hundred meters wide. Rows of seats encircled these stages, all occupied.

“Jing Ming, what’s the situation?” a young man dressed in black asked.

“Seventh Elder, no need to worry. They’ve reached the mid-mountain level. Those two caused no casualties among our cultivators. They’re friends, not foes. We just need to wait here,” replied another elder clad in red robes, with the words ‘Law Enforcement’ embroidered on his chest. Sitting below, he shook his head calmly without arrogance.

The Law Enforcement Elder remarked that if these were truly fierce enemies, they wouldn’t be leisurely sipping tea and chatting here.

From early on, it was clear that Ye Wuya and Jiang Xiaoxiao bore no hostility; they only knocked the disciples aside without causing harm.

Ye Wuya’s group had passed dozens of stone platforms. All the disciples here had just entered the Consolidation Realm; none were of higher rank, and no Golden Core Realm elders had appeared.

“Bang!”

A loud sound shattered the crowd.

A young cultivator who hadn’t yet fought bowed to Ye Wuya’s group, then pointed toward another direction on the stone steps. “Please, senior, this way.”

“Xiaoxiao, speed up. Get onto that large stone platform above and issue your challenge!” Ye Wuya was growing impatient. These low-level disciples posed no pressure at all to Jiang Xiaoxiao.

“Yes, Master!” Jiang Xiaoxiao was equally frustrated. She had hoped to cause a scene, to really let loose, but they simply ignored her, sending a bunch of underlings to bother her instead. How could she bear that?

Anger flared in Jiang Xiaoxiao, and with Ye Wuya’s orders, she quickened her pace.

From a leisurely stroll, she surged forward at full speed, as if unleashed.

The crowd scattered midair wherever she passed; she sent them flying without causing the slightest injury.

The Martial Arts Hall!

***

Three of the seven elders of Qingyun Sect had arrived.

About thirty percent of the sect’s disciples were present.

They stood in full readiness, awaiting the arrival of the two “uninvited guests” who had breached their mountain gate.

“Seventh junior brother, what do you think their purpose is, coming here with just two people?” asked the sixth senior brother, sitting beside him.

Seventh junior brother responded, “Sixth senior brother, as Jing Ming said, although they seem hostile, there’s no real malice. It feels more like they’re testing the strength of our disciples.”

“Oh?” The sixth senior brother pondered for a moment, deep in thought.

“Boom!”

A golden figure descended from the sky, crashing onto the combat platform with stone dust flying in every direction.

As the dust settled, a majestic veiled girl clad in golden armor stood gripping a Fangtian Huaji spear. A fierce battle aura radiated from her, golden flames blazing intensely.

Behind Jiang Xiaoxiao, an elderly man with a head full of white hair appeared, ascending the stairs steadily toward the Martial Arts Hall, standing not far from the veiled girl.

“The main players have arrived!”

The Qingyun Sect members were electrified; the reason behind these two’s intrusion was about to be revealed.

“Two brothers, you have broken into Qingyun Sect. Pray tell, what is your purpose?” Elder Seven asked kindly, seated on a stone chair.

“No other reason! We are here today to overthrow Qingyun Sect!” Jiang Xiaoxiao brandished her Fangtian Huaji fiercely and pointed at the speaker.

Her tone was commanding and bold.

“What? Did I hear that right? Just two people wanting to overthrow our entire Qingyun Sect?” The crowd was stunned, confused.

Then laughter erupted from among the people.

“Hahaha, what a joke!”

“You two want to overturn our vast Qingyun Sect?”

“Where did these lunatics come from?”

…

***

The crowd continued to laugh with rising enthusiasm, filling the grand Martial Arts Hall with their derision.

The elders above wore dark expressions, their faces ashen, teetering on the edge of anger. They had initially assumed these were allies, but now it seemed these intruders had ill intentions.

“Bang!”

Elder Seven slammed the table with a mighty force, releasing an overwhelming aura. A breeze swept through, and the temperature in the hall dropped significantly.

Everyone in Qingyun Sect looked up at Elder Seven. At his command, they would rush forward to tear this golden figure apart.

Someone had barged in uninvited and dared to threaten overturning their entire sect!

As one of the three dominant powers in the Yan region, Qingyun Sect had grown from a small force of dozens to a regional hegemon over three thousand years. They had never suffered such humiliation, not even from the Yan royal family or the Lieyang Sect.

“Brazen and shameless!” Elder Seven’s face darkened, his voice grim.

“Xiaoxiao, fall back!”

Ye Wuya saw the situation spiraling beyond his expectations. They had been polite at first, but Jiang Xiaoxiao’s words had escalated the conflict. If he didn’t intervene now, a fight would surely break out.

“Yes, Master!” Jiang Xiaoxiao replied and retreated behind Ye Wuya, remaining silent.

“Ahem, fellow cultivators, please do not be hasty. My disciple’s words were too harsh; please forgive us. Neither I nor my disciple bear ill will,” Ye Wuya said calmly with a light laugh, clarifying their stance earnestly toward Elder Seven above.

After hearing Ye Wuya’s explanation, Elder Seven’s expression softened slightly. “I see. May I ask which sect or school you hail from and your purpose in coming to Qingyun Sect today?”

“I am a lone cultivator, without sect or school,” Ye Wuya replied plainly. “I have some grievances against the Lieyang Sect’s Master. On the way, I heard news of an impending war between Qingyun Sect and Lieyang Sect, so I brought my disciple here.”

“Ah!” Elder Seven exhaled deeply upon hearing Ye Wuya’s mention of grievances with the Lieyang Sect’s leader.

Now he could be certain these two were indeed allies. After all, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

This scarred man in black robes, who bore grudges against the Lieyang Sect’s Master, must possess cultivation at least on par with Qingyun Sect’s own leader. No wonder his true strength was so difficult to discern.