Mr. Mo's eyes turned icy. “Well done, Long Yin. Are you not afraid of being punished by your Great Master? For countless years, Deathmound has not once interfered in the conflicts of the major powers and has only arrested those who violated the laws. You have just broken Deathmound’s own rules.”
Long Yin’s expression remained calm. “The Great Master will find a reason to reduce my punishment. You don’t need to worry at all.”
Mr. Mo’s face twitched, and the people nearby exchanged glances. It was difficult to deal with such bluntness, and oddly enough, some people found themselves slightly envious.
Long Yin was known as the Ten‑Foot Blade, as she was supposedly invincible within ten feet. However, she was most famous for her battle technique Dragon Requiem, which was a mutually-destructive move. She claimed that it guaranteed that she would die together with a single target.
“I want to die, and I’ve been looking for a chance to take someone with me. Would you like to give it a try?”
That was her catchphrase, and it demonstrated her confidence in the Dragon Requiem.
No one questioned the terrifying power of that technique. It was common knowledge in the Nine Odysseys Megaverse that, if Long Yin died, she would undoubtedly take one expert down with her, and it could be absolutely anyone beneath the Immortal realm.
That was why, for so many years, no one had dared to mess with the women of Deathmound’s Third Peak.
Deathmound was in and of itself a terrifying organization. Deathmound killed people, but no one dared to kill anyone from Deathmound. This domineering position came not from the fact that there was an Immortal supporting Deathmound or that they had been entrusted with authority by the Nine Odysseys Megaverse, but rather from the power of Deathmound’s own people. They were cultivators who feared nothing, and each lord was as mad as they were powerful.
Chao Yi was like that, and so was Long Yin.
Mr. Mo was rendered speechless, but he did not dare to attack. He was so angry that he actually laughed. “Fine, fine! Since you want to intervene, Long Yin, then so be it. Let’s see what excuse the Great Master can find to lighten your punishment. One day, Deathmound will fall because of people like you.”
With that, the man turned around and left without another word.
There were odd expressions as the crowd stared at Long Yin and Lu Yin. This might be the first time that anyone had gotten the better of the Autumnspring Slip while under the sect’s own roof.
The mustachioed disciple fled in shame.
the patriarch of Linlu Manor did not dare to so much as lift his head.
In the distance, the members of the Luo family watched on happily.
Shui Su grew increasingly nervous, and she kept glancing at Long Yin, who was standing right beside her. Deathmound. This woman’s from Deathmound, the most untouchable force in the entire megaverse! Is this really what they’re like? This far exceeds anything in the stories.
The crowd gradually dispersed.
The disciples of the Autumnspring Slip moved as far away as possible. Long Yin’s presence meant that no one would dare to set up another book stall until Deathmound left.
Lu Yin was staring at Long Yin’s back, and the woman eventually turned around.
She was standing less than a meter from Lu Yin, as she had moved directly between him and Mr. Mo. When she turned around, there was hardly any space between her and Lu Yin.
The faint scent of blood on the woman was unmistakable. She just stared at Lu Yin.
Lu Yin had no intention of retreating, and he simply stared back. The scene was a bit strange.
The women from the Third Peak exchanged glances before quietly moving back, and even Shui Su instinctively copied them.
As space opened up around the two people, they remained close to each other. Their proximity was such that many people swallowed hard at the growing tension. Silently, many admired Lu Yin’s courage. No one had ever dared to stand so close to Long Yin before.
Long Yin was known as One-Zhang Blade Long Yin because her blade qi only extended a single zhang from her body. All who fought her needed to stay out of her blade qi’s range. Within that range, even the Autumnspring Slip’s Master Scribe, Ying Mei, might not be able to handle the peak lord.
While it was true that Long Yin had become a peak Dukkhan by accepting a Seed Transfusion, after receiving guidance from the Great Master, Long Yin’s combat strength was absolutely terrifying.
Anyone who had been personally selected by the Great Master to join Deathmound had to be beyond exceptional.
The only people who would willingly stand so close to Long Yin either knew her well or had a death wish.
No one believed that Lu Yin was strong enough to fight against Long Yin. He was simply too young. Not even a genius from the Scion Spire was capable of that.
“Thanks for helping me,” Lu Yin said as he continued to stare at Long Yin. “But you seem to be in my way.”
Long Yin met his gaze. “So?”
“So could you please take your people from Deathmound and leave? All of the book stalls have been scared off.”
“Alright.”
“Thanks.”
Long Yin picked up a foot and strolled off. “Deathmound, move out!”
The women of Deathmound were taken aback. They were leaving? Just like that? While reluctant, not one of the women dared to disobey Long Yin’s command.
Suddenly, Long Yin hesitated. “When will you visit Deathmound?”
Lu Yin took a moment to consider the question. “I don’t know.”
Long Yin asked no further questions and simply left.
Those who overheard the exchange were startled. Did the two actually know each other?
The women of the Third Peak were more stunned than anyone else. Not one of them remembered ever meeting Lu Yin before. How did their peak lord know him?
Shui Su was also quite curious. She glanced back and forth between the retreating group from Deathmound and Lu Yin. Her questions were becoming harder to hold back.
From the very first glance that they had exchanged, even across a vast distance, Lu Yin had known that Long Yin had recognized him. She had not taken action to help him, but simply so that she could speak with him.
He was not certain what sort of impression he had left on Deathmound.
The Autumnspring Slip had not expected the people of Deathmound to leave so soon, but as soon as they received confirmation that everyone from Deathmound had left, the disciples excitedly set up their stalls again. There was no longer any need to play hide-and-seek.
Lu Yin approached a stall, glanced at the characters for sale, and moved on. He repeated these actions at the next stall, and the next, until he reached the sixth stall. There, he pointed at a character. “I want that one.”
The Autumnspring Slip disciple stared at him. “It’s not for sale.”
Lu Yin smiled. “Why not?”
“If it’s not for sale, then it’s not for sale! I don’t like your face—is that a problem?” the disciple retorted.