Sweat the size of beans slid down from the tip of his nose. Pang Yi opened his mouth, overjoyed to the point of tears, "Master!"

On the other side, Zhou Yin and Yun Zong didn't look towards Pang Yi. With Qingying there, Pang Yi was naturally safe. Those clowns could no longer make trouble.

The gray-robed man had also resolved their attacks. His right hand drew a line with his fingers together, and the water dragons and flames were blended together and disappeared without a trace.

His left hand grabbed and threw in the air, and a long sword overflowing with fiery red light automatically flew up, carrying dozens of Phoenix Eye bamboo pieces, attacking Zhou Yin and Yun Zong separately.

This was a killing move, a fight to the death!

The crowd was shocked and their faces changed. Without a word, he actually made such a ruthless move, not to mention that the other party was from the number one sect in the world!

No one knew what the gray-robed man was thinking. Perhaps he was used to being domineering and felt that he could just kill two Core Formation cultivators. Perhaps it was his own territory, so he had no fear. In any case, the sword and bamboo pieces could no longer be retracted!

One doesn't have to be a sword cultivator to use a sword. Among many magic weapons, swords are the most favored because they are the leader of all weapons and the most spiritually intelligent. But at a glance, one could tell that the gray-robed man's sword was no ordinary item. It carried the momentum of thunder and lightning, as if it wanted to destroy everything in the world.

Yun Zong sneered coldly, raised the Wuchang Blade in his hands, and chopped down heavily in front of him from top to bottom.

Zhou Yin's expression didn't change, and he didn't seem to make any moves. A black mist shot into the air and entangled with the red sword light.

The Wuchang Blade actually tore the void apart, and the airflow rolled towards the two trembling swords in the air with a boom. In an instant, the black mist surged while the red light weakened.

The gray-robed man showed an unbelievable expression, tightly furrowing his brows. Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood. The red light was almost completely wrapped by the black mist and could no longer escape.

"Everyone, stop!" A shout rang out in the air. The red light and black mist suddenly separated and each flew back to their respective owners.

The person who arrived was dressed in white robes, his face full of wrinkles, his beard and hair all spread out. He stared at the yellow-robed man and the gray-robed man, obviously very angry.

"What are you doing! Qin Wuji, I told you to entertain the guests, and you ran here to cause trouble!"

The yellow-robed man still wanted to explain, "Li-shishu, I..."

"Shut up!" Li Jiuzhang interrupted him, then looked at the gray-robed man, "Junior Brother Xiao, the younger generation is ignorant and making a fuss, and you're joining in the commotion?"

Xiao Chengjun was a bit embarrassed, "It's not entirely Wuji's fault..."

Qingying inserted calmly, "It's not your sect's fault, so I suppose it's Shangxuan Sect's fault. We have experienced your sect's attitude today. Since we are unwelcome, we will leave."

Li Jiuzhang quickly said, "I'm really sorry, I didn't expect this kind of situation to occur. On behalf of Junior Brother Xiao and Disciple Qin, I apologize to your sect."

Beside them, a disciple of Shangxuan Sect sneered, "If it weren't for the two senior disciples taking action just now, I'm afraid we would have been lying dead here and wouldn't be able to hear your precious apology!"

As Li Jiuzhang was about to say something, he caught a glimpse of the ancient sword in Zhou Yin's hand from the corner of his eye and was slightly startled.

"May I ask, fellow cultivator, is that sword in your hand the Canghe Sword of the demonic cultivator grandmaster He Lian from back then?"

Seeing that he actually recognized the Canghe Sword, Zhou Yin raised his eyebrows slightly, "That's right."

Everyone was shocked, their gazes all falling upon his sword.

Five thousand years ago, He Lian failed in his tribulation and fell, his whereabouts unknown. This made him a complete legend. After him, there were no more true demonic cultivation grandmasters.

For people today, it was too long ago. However, at this moment, the legend had vividly appeared before them - the Canghe Sword that He Lian once used was in the hands of this cultivator who was merely at the Core Formation stage.

No wonder this person was able to defeat Xiao Chengjun with just the Canghe Sword, making him spit blood in defeat.

Li Jiuzhang asked, "May I ask what is your relationship with He Lian?"

The most logical relationship would naturally be that Zhou Yin had inherited his mantle and become He Lian's successor.

However, Zhou Yin calmly said, "An old friend."

In any case, associating with a legendary figure was not something to be trifled with.

Li Jiuzhang was shocked and doubtful. He moved his gaze from the Canghe Sword to Qingying.

"Your sect truly has hidden dragons and crouching tigers. This matter was caused by my unworthy junior. I hope you can be magnanimous and forgive him." The reason for his softening was half due to the Canghe Sword and Qingying, and half due to the Shangxuan Sect.

He turned to Qin Wuji and said, "Hurry and apologize to the fellow cultivators!"

Qin Wuji reluctantly cupped his hands, "Sorry about that."

Yun Zong suddenly laughed, "Ah Yin, what do you call this?"

Zhou Yin said, "Arrogant before, humble after."

Yun Zong asked, "And why is that?"

Zhou Yin calmly said, "Shamelessness, I suppose."

Qin Wuji was furious, "Are you looking to die!"

Yun Zong coldly said, "Listen, it's barking again."

Qin Wuji was so angry he could die. He was about to take action when Li Jiuzhang unexpectedly slapped him, making him dizzy. "Do you want to lose even more face!"

Qingying said, "If your sect wants to discipline your disciples, please don't block our way."

The Tianyan Sect now knew that even if the Shangxuan Sect group was small in number with many useless members, they were not to be provoked.

Li Jiuzhang could only say, "Apologies for the embarrassment. May I ask what your sect requires to stay?"

Qingying didn't make the decision herself, but looked towards Zhou Yin and Yun Zong.

Zhou Yin said, "Compensate for material losses, four Great Waves Sweeping Sand Talismans."

Li Jiuzhang said, "Of course."

Zhou Yin said, "The spiritual energy consumed from taking action just now, ten high-grade spirit stones."

Li Jiuzhang said, "No problem."

This was a trifle for the Tianyan Sect.

Zhou Yin said, "We came happily but suffered such treatment, incurring mental trauma. Add another three mid-grade magic treasures."

The corner of Li Jiuzhang's mouth twitched, "...Alright."

Zhou Yin said expressionlessly, "The onlooking crowd has also gotten tired from watching for so long. Fifty mid-grade spirit stones per person."

"..." Li Jiuzhang looked at Qingying.

Qingying smiled gently, "Junior Brother Zhou's opinion is my opinion."

Li Jiuzhang had no choice, "Fine then."

The watching cultivators erupted in cheers, not expecting that watching a show these days came with compensation.

In their first encounter since arriving, the match between Tianyan Sect and Shangxuan Sect ended with Shangxuan Sect's victory.

With the excitement over, everyone dispersed. Wei Ran, who had been ignored for a long time, continued leading the group to the resting area. This time, he was honest and no longer dared to act arrogantly.

The disciples of Shangxuan Sect went from looking at Zhou Yin and Yun Zong with curiosity and apprehension to fanatical worship. Along the way, they kept calling them Zhou-shishu and Yun-shishu, wishing they could become their tails and follow behind them.

Yun Zong was quite curious, "Where did you get this Canghe Sword from?"

Zhou Yin said, "You really want to know?"

Yun Zong nodded.

Zhou Yin: "Not telling you."

Yun Zong: "..."

The Shangxuan Sect disciples blindly worshipped, "Senior Brother Zhou is so funny!"

Yun Zong: "..."