Sect Leader Immortal Xu Yun murmured: “That person is still alive… still alive!”
He stamped his foot, neither crying nor laughing, all the wrinkles on his face twitching together.
Completely contrary to his usual dignified and solemn appearance, he looked quite comical.
Song Qian Ji remained silent.
If you want to find out whether Xian Jian Chen is dead or alive, isn’t it simple?
Just shout his name in Qian Kun Hall and see if lightning strikes.
It’s not like the lightning would kill anyone. Even if you shouted at the frequency of three meals a day, it would just make a bit more noise.
What kind of psychological shadow had Xian Jian Chen cast on them that made a group of top-tier experts willing to act like ostriches?
He forgot that even “ostriches” treat people differently.
“Insolent youth seeking death!”
A thunderous roar, a streak of fire shot straight at Song Qian Ji’s face.
More precisely, it was sword energy as scorching as fire.
The entire hall was enveloped in it, the temperature instantly rising.
Among Hua Wei Sect’s five Peak Masters, Chi Shui Peak’s Master Zhao Tai Ji was known for his most explosive temper.
In a fit of rage, his first move was lethal, intending to strike down this Outer Sect disciple who had caused such a calamity on the spot!
Song Qian Ji didn’t move a muscle.
The sword energy approached his face, the heat wave blowing his bangs.
To others, he seemed petrified with fear.
One second before the sword energy pierced his throat, a figure appeared in front of him.
Sect Leader Immortal Xu Yun swept his wide sleeves.
The scorching light in the hall dissipated without a trace. Only the cold moonlight remained, slanting across the glazed bricks.
“Senior Brother?!” The Chi Shui Peak Master exclaimed in anger. “Why do you stop me?!”
Sect Leader Immortal Xu Yun said: “That person and this youth once had a half-master friendship!”
After speaking, he ignored Zhao Tai Ji and turned to Song Qian Ji: “Considering your unintentional mistake, I shall spare you this once! Remember, you must never speak that name in this hall!”
“This disciple understands.”
The expressions of the five Peak Masters in the hall subtly changed.
Half-master friendship?
They exchanged a different kind of complicated, dark, and penetrating gaze, examining Song Qian Ji from head to toe, inside and out.
A fourteen or fifteen-year-old youth, in old clothes and cloth shoes, unable to hide his handsome features.
Though respectful, he was neither awkward nor fearful.
He stood righteously in the magnificent immortal palace as if he had returned home, and they, the senior experts, were the guests.
They detested this righteousness because it reminded them of “that person” in his tattered robes.
Zhao Tai Ji, who had just attacked in anger, twitched at the corner of his eye, his fist clenched inside his sleeve but eventually relaxed.
In the world, “living people” who knew the name Xian Jian Chen were already rare.
Those who had never seen him but revered him called him “the old master Sword Immortal.”
Those who had seen him and feared him only dared to say “that person” or “that sword.”
As long as “that person” lived for one more day, a sharp sword would hang over Hua Wei Sect’s Qian Kun Hall and the heads of the Sect Leader and Peak Masters.
This was a taboo, a secret, and a humiliation.
Who could have imagined that tonight, an Outer Sect disciple would walk into Qian Kun Hall with muddy cloth shoes, as casually as an after-dinner stroll, and reveal it so simply and directly?
His status was low, his cultivation even lower, and his face was full of innocence, which was extremely irritating.
Yet they couldn’t do anything to him.
Because that person had seen him, taught him, and left him a message.
When Sect Leader Immortal Xu Yun recalled this message now, he no longer felt it was a kind reminder, but rather mockery and reprimand:
“Dead Sea lotus falls, life gate opens in the clouds.”
Each word struck him hard in the face.
He had failed to break through to the Spirit Transformation realm and needed the “Dead Sea Silver Lotus” as medicine to heal his wounds. However, the Dead Sea was vast and dangerous, and the Silver Lotus had special spiritual properties, blooming for only one night before withering.
His trusted subordinates had searched for a long time without success, and he had been about to give up.
Yet Xian Jian Chen had casually found an Outer Sect disciple and told him “Life gate opens in the clouds,” meaning that he should look in the “Life Cloud Strait” area of the Dead Sea.
This kind of whimsical, off-the-cuff guidance was exactly like when he had pointed at him years ago and made him the Sect Leader.
Through Song Qian Ji’s casual handwriting, Xu Yun seemed to see Xian Jian Chen smiling and saying: