SFS Chapter 135 Threat
Chapter 135 Threat
A month later, Yun Weiyang found the three tokens.
The tokens were entirely black, plain and unadorned, looking like three ordinary iron pieces. However, when held in the hand, they felt heavy. These three tokens were forged from Six Harmony Mystic Steel, which was extremely hard and could not be damaged even by spiritual treasures.
Yun Weiyang put the three tokens into his sleeve, took one last look at the world he had devoured, and crushed the tokens Zhao Qingyun had given him.
A faint light surged from the shattered keepsake, tearing a dark rift open in front of Yun Weiyang.
Yun Weiyang stepped in, her figure disappearing beneath the sky of the Upper Xuan Realm.
Tianwang Mountain, Shanghuang Peak.
The atmosphere was tense and ready to fight.
The leaders of the nine righteous sects stood on the left, their auras intertwined like an abyss, their Taoist robes fluttering in the wind.
Yang Yubai, the leader of Tiandao Mountain, stood with his hands behind his back, his face ashen. Zhang Xuanhui, the leader of Taishang Palace, had a calm expression with a faint smile on his lips. The other seven leaders had different expressions, some indifferent, some unwilling, and some calm.
The leaders of the Seven Heavens Holy Sect of the Demonic Path stood on the right, their auras equally deep and profound.
Wei Zhaotu, the leader of the Primordial Mountain Sect, had a calm expression and sharp eyes; Zhao Qingyun, the leader of the Nine Nether Sect, crossed his arms and had an icy expression; the other five leaders also had different expressions, but all of them carried a trace of suppressed anger.
The two forces collided continuously on the mountaintop, with demonic energy and spiritual light intertwining and emitting a deep rumble.
The clouds were torn apart, the rocks trembled, and the spiritual energy in the air surged like boiling water.
The Star River Stone Gate at the summit of Shanghuang Peak has been closed, the starlight is dim, leaving only a faint trace.
The righteous disciples and the demonic disciples stood behind their respective sect leaders, their faces grim. They had been hunted down in the Upper Xuan Realm for several days and had fled back in a sorry state without even seeing a trace of the token. Naturally, they felt aggrieved.
While the demonic disciples were equally disheveled, at least Yun Weiyang hadn't appeared yet, so there was still a glimmer of hope.
"Sect Leader Zhao, your Nine Nether Sect disciple hasn't come out yet." Yang Yubai's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a hint of coldness. "We don't have time to wait any longer. He's probably already dead inside. This round is void. Let's gamble again another time."
Zhao Qingyun sneered: "Is Sect Leader Yang trying to renege on his debt? My disciples are still alive; he will definitely be able to come out with the token."
Just as Yang Yubai was about to speak, Zhang Xuanhui raised his hand to stop him.
"Wait a little longer."
Yang Yubai narrowed his eyes, looked at Zhao Xuanhui with a slightly cold expression, but ultimately did not utter a rebuttal.
A brief silence fell upon the mountaintop.
Just then, a faint light suddenly shone in the void above the summit of Shanghuang Peak.
The light split open, and a white figure emerged from the crack, with a handsome face and a faint smile on his lips.
Yun Weiyang's gaze swept over the clashing auras of the righteous and demonic sect leaders atop the mountain peak, and she chuckled, "How lively."
The moment he finished speaking, the gazes of both the righteous and demonic sect leaders fell upon him.
Zhao Qingyun was overjoyed. He clenched his fist, and a powerful suction force surged from his palm, pulling Yun Weiyang to his side.
A rough, large hand patted Yun Weiyang's shoulder, Zhao Qingyun's voice filled with barely suppressed urgency.
"Did you get the token?"
Yun Weiyang looked down at the large hand patting her shoulder, then looked up at Zhao Qingyun's square and dignified face, smiled, and took out three jet-black tokens from her bosom.
Zhao Qingyun took the token in his hand, looked at it over and over twice, and after confirming that it was the genuine Six Harmonies Profound Steel Token, he burst into laughter.
Holding the three tokens high, Zhao Qingyun's voice boomed like a bell, echoing across the mountaintop.
"Master Sheep, we've won this round!"
Yang Yubai looked at the three tokens with a grim expression. The righteous sect leaders behind him also looked unpleasant, some even placing their hands on the magic weapons.
The demonic side was clearly prepared. Wei Zhaotu snorted coldly, and the aura of the Seven Heavens Holy Sect leader behind him erupted simultaneously, colliding with the aura of the righteous path and producing a piercing buzz.
The atmosphere atop the mountain was extremely tense.
The righteous path was unwilling to accept this. They had been plotting for decades, spending a great deal of manpower and resources, and even risking a gamble with the demonic path, all to seize Youzhou. Now, three of the tokens had been taken by a disciple of the Nine Nether Sect. How could they be willing to accept this?
Zhang Xuanhui, the head of the Supreme Palace, glanced at Yang Yubai beside him and slowly spoke.
"You have to accept the consequences of your bet."
Zhao Xuanhui's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present: "Youzhou is yours."
Yang Yubai's expression changed slightly. He turned to look at Zhao Xuanhui, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes. The other righteous sect leaders also frowned slightly, but no one spoke up to refute him.
Among the nine righteous sects, Tiandao Mountain and Taishang Palace have the deepest foundations and the strongest strength, but these two sects have always been engaged in open and covert struggles.
The Supreme Palace advocated maintaining the status quo and gradually eroding the demonic path; the Heavenly Dao Mountain advocated pressing on and completely eradicating the demonic path in one fell swoop.
This battle for Youzhou was instigated by Tiandao Mountain. Now that Tiandao Mountain has failed, Taishang Palace naturally has to step in to suppress Tiandao Mountain's arrogance and regain control of the nine righteous sects.
Zhao Qingyun glanced at Zhang Xuanhui, who had spoken, and Yang Yubai, who stood to the side with a gloomy expression, and gave a cold smile. He stuffed the three tokens back into Yun Weiyang's arms, waved his hand, and turned to leave with Yun Weiyang.
Wei Zhaotu did not rush to leave. He looked at the many leaders of the righteous path with a calm and unwavering gaze, and his voice carried a deep chill.
"I hope you will keep your promises. My demonic path is not afraid of death or war. But don't forget, this Tianyuan Nine Provinces is not just between you and me."
Zhang Xuanhui's expression remained unchanged as he chuckled and said, "I naturally understand that; there's no need for Sect Leader Wei to worry about it."
Yang Yubai's expression changed slightly. He looked at Wei Zhaotu, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes. He naturally understood the threat in Wei Zhaotu's words. If the demonic path was really pushed too far, they would join forces with the heretics, the demon race, or even the dragon race to give the righteous path a big blow.
The leaders of the demonic path led their disciples and turned to leave. The spirit boats rose into the sky, broke through the sea of clouds, and disappeared into the horizon.
Zhao Qingyun led Yun Weiyang onto the Nine Nether Sect's spirit boat, which transformed into a long, dark rainbow and followed closely behind.
On the mountaintop, the leaders of the righteous sects looked at each other, their expressions varied.
Yang Yubai snorted coldly, flicked his sleeve, and turned to leave.
Zhang Xuanhui stared in the direction where the demonic spirit boat had disappeared, his gaze deep and unfathomable, lost in thought.
The spirit boat traversed through the sea of clouds, its hull breaking through layers of mist as it sped toward the Ninefold Underworld.
Zhao Qingyun stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the ship, his gaze deep and unfathomable, lost in thought.
A moment later, Zhao Qingyun turned around, glanced at Yun Weiyang, and said calmly, "Come with me."
Yun Weiyang followed Zhao Qingyun across the deck of the spirit boat and into a dark corridor.
At the end of the corridor was a secret room. The room was not large, and the walls were made of black iron. The walls were covered with fine magic patterns that flowed in the dim light and exuded a chilling pressure. In the center of the room was a stone table, which was empty.