Yet compared to Li Guanqi’s cold-blooded slaughter, Xiang Huaizhi was more inclined toward settling the scores of karma and retribution.
All the resources plundered from the Yu clan were handed over to Li Guanqi, and Li Guanqi put away that ancient crimson ring as well.
He planned to give this ring to Yun Jie later for her to keep.
As for whether she would remain in the Great Xia Sword Sect, that would depend entirely on her own wishes.
Xiang Huaizhi stepped out of the sealing barrier with a dark, sullen expression, tilting his head as he asked coldly, "Where is that old bastard from the Yu clan?"
Nangong Xuandu shrugged and said softly, "Yu Chang'an? That old codger knew I was coming and ran like lightning. Who knows where he hid? Late Mahayana. He's no real threat, but you'll have to deal with this matter yourself. By the way, you could try contacting Yu Shan."
Upon hearing Yu Shan's name, Xiang Huaizhi curled his lips in distaste and shrugged with a cold look. "Where the hell am I supposed to find him? If that guy doesn't want to show himself, who could ever track him down? It's been almost seven hundred years since you last saw him, hasn't it?"
Hearing this, Nangong Xuandu also rubbed his temples with a bit of a headache, unable to help complaining, "True... Yu Shan's myriad-incarnations cultivation technique is a massive headache. Still, you should give it a shot. Leaving Yu Chang'an alive will be a nuisance after all."
Xiang Huaizhi sighed, a look of reminiscence surfacing in his eyes as he murmured, "I suppose that's all I can do."
Li Guanqi had remained silent on the side, until Nangong Xuandu uttered the name 'Yu Shan'!
Li Guanqi mused silently to himself, *Yu Shan, ranked sixth among the Eight Generals, in charge of intelligence!*
Meng Jiangchu turned to Li Guanqi and asked, "Are you still heading to the Nine Dragons Immortal Sect, kid?"
Hearing this, a playful smirk touched the corners of Li Guanqi's lips. He said softly, "Of course. Not only am I going, but Senior Gu and Gu Li are coming with me as well. Otherwise... some things will be rather difficult to handle!"
Gu Li clicked his tongue a few times. A warm sensation radiated across Li Guanqi's back as the spiritual glow of the inscribed talisman hidden beneath his clothes flickered faintly.
It was not suitable for them to return to the Gu clan right now. After all... Tang Ru was terribly busy in the Gu clan at this moment.
Meanwhile, Han Yuan and the others smiled and said, "Since we've already come to the Ethereal Domain, we old-timers might as well go catch up with some old friends. Go ahead and attend to whatever you need to do. Old Jiang, Old郭, let's get going."
The three gave a cheerful farewell and departed.
Then Nangong Xuandu pondered for a moment before saying quietly, "I'll be taking my leave as well."
Xiang Huaizhi looked at the man's retreating back and suddenly said, "You haven't managed to find the Lu clan yet, have you?"
*Boom!!!*
A majestic, sweeping ribbon of azure sword light cleaved heaven and earth, arriving in an instant!
Xiang Huaizhi raised a hand, erecting a crimson fire screen. Letting the incoming sword ray slash through it, he leaned to the side to dodge the blast and burst into hearty laughter.
A horrifying sword trench was left across the earth...
A chasm cleaving several mountain ranges stretched across the landscape like a heavenly abyss.
Lingering sword qi wreaked havoc in all directions, toppling towering trees and shredding them into wood chips.
Nangong Xuandu glanced back at Xiang Huaizhi and scoffed, "I hope you find Yu Chang'an soon."
Xiang Huaizhi's mouth twitched, and he retorted in exasperation, "Don't you worry! Once I find him, I'll be sure to refine his soul properly!"
With those words spoken, Nangong Xuandu stepped forward and vanished into midair.
Seeing the man leave, Xiang Huaizhi felt rather irritated as well. He cupped his hands to the remaining few.
Finally, glaring at Li Guanqi, he cursed under his breath, "Kid, give us some peace of mind! If the fire spirit seal breaks again, there really won't be a way to fix it. Don't worry about the Qilin Soul and the Seven-Colored Glazed Flower. I'll ask around for you when I get back. All right, I'm off too. Can't let Nangong get ahead of me."
Everyone cupped their hands in farewell, and Xiang Huaizhi strode away nonchalantly.
Yet inside that azure barrier, billowing smoke rolled from blazing crimson flames; the entire expanse of several tens of thousands of zhang within the barrier remained enveloped in fire.
It was as though in Xiang Huaizhi's heart, he too refused to let this foul, filthy place remain in this world any longer.
As for killing?
When the Eight Generals killed, they never needed to explain themselves to anyone!
If they truly had to answer to anyone, perhaps it was only to the four above, and to that Lord.
Gu Changsheng looked toward the departing figures of Nangong Xuandu and Xiang Huaizhi, yearning apparent in his eyes.
Meng Jiangchu could not help chuckling. "Don't bother daydreaming, you old rascal. The seats of the Eight Generals... are not something you or I can hope for. Though..."
Meng Jiangchu did not say anything further, but Gu Changsheng understood his meaning.
Gu Changsheng spoke softly, "Let's go. To the Nine Dragons Immortal Sect."
Ye Xuan had also received word that they were coming—and in particular, learning that the Yu clan had been slaughtered to the last person, he was completely shaken.
From the intelligence he gathered, whether it was Xiang Huaizhi or Nangong Xuandu, both were powerhouses he had never heard of before!
Powerful, ruthless, and decisive in action, leaving no loose ends!
That was the most direct impression the two left on him.
While Xiang Huaizhi was mysterious in alchemist circles, his name was at least occasionally heard. But that azure-robed swordsman had never been heard of at all; people had only caught sight of him during the strife between the Six Domains and the Ancient Clan.
Ye Xuan ordered softly, "Throw open the mountain gates! Prepare a banquet! Have the elders of the Nine Dragons Immortal Sect prepare to welcome the guests."
An elder below hastily bowed and withdrew, immediately setting out to arrange these matters.
The man clad in a dark navy robe wore a stern expression, resting his forehead on his hand as he gently kneaded his brow.
He murmured under his breath, "Nangong Xuandu... Could he truly be the Nangong Xuandu of that era? If so, he really is a venerable senior! Just what is Li Guanqi's true background?"
Closing his eyes, Ye Xuan mentally counted the various known factions connected to Li Guanqi.
"The Golden-Armored Long Hou, Xiang Huaizhi, Nangong Xuandu... None of these people belong to the Six Domains or the Ethereal Domain. The Seventh Domain... *Hoo*... I truly want to see it for myself."
The corner of Ye Xuan's mouth curled slightly. He was equally curious about the 'qualifications' Xiang Huaizhi had mentioned.
Even the powerhouses of the Ethereal Immortal Domain could only speculate about the Seventh Domain. Those who could actually enter the Seventh Domain were extraordinarily few, and there were even many who claimed arrogantly that the Seventh Domain was merely a vast realm no different from the Ethereal Immortal Domain.
Yet in Ye Xuan's heart, an inexplicable intuition whispered that the Seventh Domain hid countless profound secrets!!
Before long, with Meng Jiangchu and Gu Changsheng leading the way, the party of five arrived at the Nine Dragons Immortal Sect.
Magnificent mountain ranges were shrouded in swirling clouds and mist, where birds and immortal cranes wheeled and cried, the verdant peaks brimming with lush spiritual energy. Among the surrounding mountains lurked countless monsters and great demons, with serpent and python breeds coiled throughout the depths. This also caused the entire territory of the Nine Dragons Immortal Sect to be steeped in heavy yin energy.
The Nine Dragons Immortal Sect had over seven thousand disciples.
The sect robes worn by the disciples were mostly dark navy, embroidered with gold thread, featuring nine ink flood dragons across the chest that seemed ready to leap from the cloth.
At present, the Nine Dragons Immortal Sect was exceptionally festive. All the disciples knew that the sect-protecting ink flood dragons were pregnant with true dragon offspring.
However, they had heard that among the three pregnant ink flood dragons, the offspring of one had already been promised away.
The disciples buzzed with speculation over who could possess such immense prestige to demand an offspring from the sect master's hands. These were the precious treasures of the Nine Dragons Immortal Sect; no one had expected the sect master would actually part with one.
Yet only Ye Xuan knew the real truth of the matter. Had Xiang Huaizhi made a trade?
He was a bandit!!
He had no choice but to agree—the simple problem was that he couldn't beat Xiang Huaizhi in a fight...
Chapter 892