Chen Qingyuan would go all out to protect the brothers he recognized.
When Han Shan was oppressed by the Four Holy Sects back in the day, Chen Qingyuan rushed over without any hesitation and safely took Han Shan away.
Now that Wu Junyan was in trouble, Chen Qingyuan certainly couldn’t sit idly by.
Even if Wu Junyan managed to solve the problem on his own, he would undoubtedly pay an unimaginable price.
If Chen Qingyuan didn’t know, it would be one thing, but since he had heard the news, he had to step in to help.
“Madman, are you just going to watch Old Wu get bullied? Can’t you lend a hand?”
Chen Qingyuan turned to look at Zhangsun Fengye.
“Wu said he didn’t need my help,” Zhangsun Fengye replied.
“He’s a fool; there’s no need to listen to what he says. You’re just as bad, not using your brain. Even if you two don’t have the best relationship, you’re both from the Northern Wilderness. How can you let outsiders bully him?”
Because Chen Qingyuan considered both of them his very good friends, he hoped they could get along well.
“I…” Zhangsun Fengye’s face showed a bit of grievance, hesitating to speak.
I’m not really cold-hearted. If Wu Junyan asked for help, I wouldn’t refuse. But Wu Junyan is too stubborn. What can I do?
Zhangsun Fengye decided to remain silent and see how things would develop.
“He killed someone from my Star-Plucking Tower; he must pay the price.”
Since Daochen Buddha’s child was standing beside Chen Qingyuan, Wan Ling was very apprehensive and didn’t dare to act rashly.
Wan Ling could ignore Chen Qingyuan, but he couldn’t underestimate Daochen Buddha’s child.
“That person from your Star-Plucking Tower deserved to die,” Chen Qingyuan said loudly, not losing his momentum. “As far as I know, Star-Plucking Tower tried to steal Wu Junyan’s fortune, leading to their own demise. They deserved it.”
“No matter what you say, he cannot leave unscathed.”
Wan Ling waved his hand, and over a hundred young people in the same attire appeared around them, all true disciples of the Star-Plucking Tower.
The matter had escalated, and all the disciples of the Star-Plucking Tower who got the news rushed over as quickly as possible. It was for the sect’s dignity and the ancient scripture in Wu Junyan’s hands.
“If there’s no room for negotiation, then let’s fight.” Chen Qingyuan was not easily intimidated. Although he had rarely fought in recent years, it didn’t mean he lacked courage.
Clang—
The treasured sword was unsheathed. Chen Qingyuan gripped the Yulan Sword, his clothes fluttering slightly, exuding a formidable aura.
In the past, he didn’t fight because he didn’t want to.
After all, if a problem could be solved with words, fighting was meaningless and only added trouble.
Now, Chen Qingyuan was too lazy to say more. If they wanted to fight, then fight. Who’s afraid of whom?
“A mere hundred people, how can they stop us?”
Chen Qingyuan glanced around, the sharpness of his sword making many feel fear.
“Amitabha.”
Daochen Buddha’s child took a step forward, making his intentions clear.
The Old Monk had said beforehand that no matter what happened, the Buddhist Sect would always stand by Chen Qingyuan. As the Buddha’s child from the Eastern Land, he naturally had to uphold the will of the Buddhist Sect without question.
“Count me in!”
Given the situation, Zhangsun Fengye couldn’t pretend to be indifferent anymore. He sighed lightly, giving in to Wu Junyan’s stubborn temper.
Lowering his head and asking for help, would it kill him?
Zhangsun Fengye cursed in his heart, closing his folding fan and gripping it tightly.
Seeing Chen Qingyuan and the others showing no fear, the people from the Star-Plucking Tower felt somewhat uneasy.
If a real battle broke out, it would be a fight to the death.
At that time, some disciples of the Star-Plucking Tower would certainly fall.
No one wanted to be the unlucky one, feeling apprehensive.
The Hundred Veins Banquet had just begun. If they died here, it would leave endless regrets.
“Fight!”
Seeing that the people from the Star-Plucking Tower were unwilling to back down, Chen Qingyuan no longer hesitated and thrust his sword towards Wan Ling.
Wan Ling’s pupils contracted rapidly, his body instinctively moving backward.
Immediately, Wan Ling’s hands formed a circular gesture, catching the incoming sword light.
Boom!
After a few breaths, Wan Ling shattered Chen Qingyuan’s sword intent. At the same time, he flashed to a higher position, maintaining a distance from Chen Qingyuan.
“If you can fight me for five hundred rounds, I’ll let this matter go. If not, you all cannot interfere in the affairs between Wu Junyan and the Star-Plucking Tower.”
Wan Ling appeared cold, but he was still worried about the safety of his fellow disciples.
If a great battle broke out, Wan Ling had the power to protect himself, but ordinary Heaven’s Pride did not. Whether it was Daochen Buddha’s child or Zhangsun Fengye, neither were to be underestimated.
“Agreed.”
Chen Qingyuan pondered.
This method could minimize casualties, benefiting both sides.
If they really fought, Wu Junyan forcibly using his spiritual power could damage his foundation if he got injured again. Such a price was irreparable.
Neither Wan Ling nor Chen Qingyuan believed they would lose.
The outcome would depend on their respective abilities.
“Except for those top-tier evildoers of the same level, no one can fight the Holy Son for five hundred rounds.”
“A nameless person from the Northern Wilderness is definitely not a match for the Holy Son.”
“With the Holy Son’s power, he can surely suppress his peers and spread his might far and wide.”
The Heaven’s Pride of the Star-Plucking Tower had great confidence in Wan Ling, clenching their fists and murmuring.
A large area in the center was cleared, becoming the battlefield for both sides.
Wan Ling waved his left hand, and a weapon resembling a copper coin appeared in his palm.
What is this?
Wan Ling’s life treasure, the Seven-Marked Copper Coin.
It had seven Dao Marks engraved on it, carrying the Dao rhythm power of the Star-Plucking Tower’s predecessors, with immense power.
With a crisp “ding,” Wan Ling flicked his finger, sending the Seven-Marked Copper Coin into the air.
In the next moment, the Seven-Marked Copper Coin rapidly enlarged, floating above Wan Ling’s head. Countless strands of brilliance fell from the edges of the coin, like a celestial curtain, attracting attention.
“Go!”
Then, Wan Ling struck with his palm.
The Seven-Marked Copper Coin flew towards Chen Qingyuan.
At this moment, both of them displayed their cultivation level fluctuations.
As a Holy Son of a sect, Wan Ling was naturally at the Nascent Soul stage.
As for Chen Qingyuan, he appeared quite dim, only at the early Elemental Infant stage.
Since Chen Qingyuan had established a Saint-grade Three-Dan Pill foundation, it took a long time and immense spiritual power to break through even a small realm.
Boom!
Chen Qingyuan slashed with his sword, the sword light striking the Seven-Marked Copper Coin without leaving any marks.
Swish!
At the critical moment, Chen Qingyuan dodged, avoiding Wan Ling’s attack.
Then, Chen Qingyuan swung several consecutive sword strikes, tearing through the void, but failing to repel the Seven-Marked Copper Coin.
“Holy Son of the Star-Plucking Tower, let’s see how capable you really are.”
After testing with a few strikes, Chen Qingyuan no longer held back, temporarily stepping into the half-step Swordless Realm. The power of his sword strikes became much stronger than before.