Chapter 877: Cangtian Demon Sect, Blood River Valley’s Annihilation!

Though the old woman’s back was hunched and her steps slow she appeared before Mu Que in the blink of an eye.

“Little Sparrow, you’ve grown up so much I almost can’t recognize you,” she said.

The old woman helped Little Sparrow up and gently stroked her cheek, her eyes brimming with tenderness and pain.

As Mu Que gazed at the deep lines on her face and the warmth in her eyes, something soft and hidden deep within her heart stirred.

Her bloodstained pale lips trembled and tears spilled over as she choked out, “Granny…”

It wasn’t the pain of her wounds.

It was years of injustice and longing for her grandma.

Back then, when the demon beasts attacked, her grandma was killed trying to protect her. She’d shown strange powers in desperation, and after that the villagers sent her away, alone, to wander the world.

If it weren’t for the cultivation technique and non-human body her mother gave her, she’d have died time and again as a little girl.

On her journey to the County Town, searching for news of her brother, she ran into bandits, got tricked and targeted for her bloodline. She’d suffered so much.

The grievances piled up in her heart—yet there was no one to tell.

She could only grit her teeth and keep cultivating, hoping that one day she would be strong enough to find her brother and parents.

Now, facing the person who’d raised and loved her most, her longing and sorrow crashed over her all at once.

Even if grandma had already died.

She remembered it all: the huge tiger pouncing, spraying blood, the still corpse. She’d watched Grandpa Wang and Aunt Wang bury her, seen the smile and the kindness in her grandma’s eyes, memorized every wrinkle on that face.

This was her grandma.

“Granny, I missed you so much…”

Little Sparrow paid no mind to her broken bones. She clung to the old woman, sobbing like a helpless child, all the tough courage of before washing away.

“Granny missed you too,” the old woman whispered, her raspy voice gentle as she hugged the girl tightly.

“Let’s go. We have to leave.”

The disciples of Blood River Valley saw nothing unusual about the old woman, thinking she was just a powerless mortal.

But the way their Martial Uncle was suddenly torn apart left them terrified. None dared treat her as ordinary now.

They activated their distress talismans and tried to flee, faces twisted with fear.

But—

“Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!”

The ones who tried to run suddenly stiffened.

Just like the Foundation Establishment cultivators before, their bodies were ripped apart, blood splattering everywhere.

As if afraid to interrupt the reunion, they died in silence—no screams, no noise at all.

Amid her steady stream of tears, Mu Que noticed this and bit her lip, lifting her wet face to the old woman. “Granny, you… you’re not…”

She remembered perfectly: grandma was dead.

She’d watched Grandpa Wang and Aunt Wang hold the funeral and bury her with their own hands.

If grandma hadn’t died, she’d never have left the Village to seek her brother in the County Town.

“Granny was too worried about Little Sparrow, so I came back to life,” the old woman said, hand never leaving the girl’s cheek.

“You’ve suffered so much, my Little Sparrow…”

She gently brushed the faint scar on the right side of Mu Que’s face.

Despite her strange gifts—the trace of the Heavenly Phoenix bloodline in her veins had made her body strong, most injuries healed quick and left no mark—this scar was proof of a very serious wound that never got proper treatment when she was young.

And now, the girl’s wounds ran deep.

Her body was pushed past its limits, blood loss severe, most of her bones shattered.

Strictly speaking, she was just a foster granddaughter the old woman had taken in during her slumber—someone she shouldn’t feel so attached to.

But after using the Cangtian Spirit Coffin Ritual and entering a deep sleep, mysterious fortune gathered around her.

So this girl, her adopted granddaughter, might just hold the key to removing the dangers plaguing her.

“Granny, it wasn’t so hard. I just missed you,” Little Sparrow sniffed, wiping her tears.

As a child, seeing others with parents had stung, but at least she’d still had her brother and grandma.

But her brother left for cultivation and never returned, and then grandma died. She was all alone, nursing her pain in silence.

“It’s all right now. Granny’s here, no one’s going to hurt my Little Sparrow.”

The old woman comforted the girl, staunched her wounds and then gave her a pill to ease the pain.

After wandering the world alone for years, Little Sparrow found it hard to trust anyone.

But as she took the pill from her grandma’s wrinkled hand, there wasn’t a shred of doubt—she swallowed it right away.

She knew granny would never hurt her.

Even if her grandma had died, even as a normal person with no magical powers, she trusted her completely.

Grandma’s resurrection no doubt hid many secrets of her own.

After all, Little Sparrow herself had secrets—she wasn’t a monster, she really had parents, her mother was every bit as noble and magnificent as a phoenix.

Not only had she left her a cultivation inheritance, but more than once, when her life hung by a thread, it was her mother’s blessing that got her through.

Grandma’s medicine worked wonders. With her help tending the wounds and refining the pill, Little Sparrow felt a cozy warmth spread through her. Her strength returned, her injuries closing up fast.

“Granny, do you know where brother is? I’ve never been able to find him,” she asked as her strength returned.

Though the memory of his face had faded over the years, her brother was her only family.

Her drive through all the hardship had been to find him, tell him grandma was gone and then search for their parents together.

“Xiao Yang is gone,” the old woman said softly, her eyes cold and distant.

Both children had really just ended up with her during her long slumber—she was never deeply attached. But for them to find her meant their destinies weren’t ordinary, and she’d hoped, maybe, one day, one could help resolve her own calamities.

Now, one hadn’t even had the chance to grow up before being killed.

“Gone…” Little Sparrow’s face turned white as a sheet, the news hitting her like a bolt from the blue. She couldn’t believe it.

All these years, she’d lived for the hope of seeing her brother again.

But now, granny said he was dead.

If brother was dead, were her parents gone too?

The cultivation world was dangerous, nothing like the peace of the village. If not for her mother’s blessings, she’d have perished long ago in the wilds.

“Granny, how could brother die? Wasn’t he chosen by an immortal to study magic?” she said, her eyes red and heavy with grief.

She knew deep down that the person who’d taken him hadn’t been a true immortal—just a Foundation Establishment cultivator—but she couldn’t accept the truth.

“It was Blood River Valley. Xiao Yang was turned into a blood slave by them. Today granny will avenge both of you,” said the old woman, gripping her hand and gazing out toward the distant mountain ranges, her wrinkled face dark with murderous intent.

If she hadn’t arrived in time, both children would’ve become blood slaves of Blood River Valley.

Though the jade token Little Sparrow held could seal a few third-rank demon souls, against Blood River Valley these wouldn’t have saved her life.

“Blood River Valley?!” Little Sparrow never imagined her brother had died at their hands.

Blood River Valley was the top force in Quzhou, ruled over by a Nascent Soul ancestor.

For a Qi Refining cultivator like Little Sparrow, Blood River Valley was a truly unshakable power.

But before she could think it through her grandma gripped her hand, tapped her redwood cane on the ground, and they suddenly appeared before a towering mountain gate glowing with bloody light.

Blood River Valley.

Little Sparrow’s eyes widened at the imposing gate and the massive, ancient bloody stone stele standing before it.

Scrawled across it were the three words: Blood River Valley.

“So this is Blood River Valley…?”

She’d known their reputation, but never seen it herself. The grandeur and scale left her breathless. This was the first real sect she’d ever seen.

“Granny…” She turned, wanting to say the Valley wasn’t just strong—it had Core Formation elders and even Nascent Soul True Lords.

Brother’s revenge… maybe she should just keep cultivating and come back in the future.

But grandma just stared coldly at Blood River Valley, all kindness gone from her face.

“Shoo, shoo, shoo—”

The redwood cane tapped the air and sent streamers of light shooting into the mountain gate’s ley lines.

“Who dares cause trouble at my Blood River Valley?”

The commotion drew the sect guards’ attention right away.

A Core Formation cultivator soared into the skies, shouting at them.

But before he could finish his words, his whole body froze in mid-air—then split apart, blood raining down.

“Elder Luo!”

“No—it’s an enemy attack! Quick, alert the Sect Leader!”

The sect guards panicked as they watched the elder die, immediately activating the grand formation and bracing for battle.

“Granny…” Little Sparrow looked on in a daze.

She hadn’t really seen clearly.

But cultivators needed to reach Foundation Establishment to soar through the air. This man had done it in an instant—he was a Core Formation elder.

But he was dead before he even got close—killed by grandma.

What was grandma’s cultivation?

A Nascent Soul True Lord?

She’d been ordinary, a mortal—so why was she suddenly wielding Nascent Soul power?

Confused and uneasy, she stood silently by her grandma’s side, lips pressed tight, coldly eyeing Blood River Valley.

“May I ask who you are? When did my Blood River Valley offend you?”

The Sect Leader rushed out, standing at the gate and saluting the old woman, calling out to their Patriarch inside.

He’d just seen a Core Formation elder obliterated in an instant, felt the very land shake beneath his feet—

These methods were far beyond anything he could hope to match.

Grandma said nothing. Her cane sent streaks of eerie light in every direction, shaking the very veins of Blood River Valley itself.

“All disciples, be on full alert! Activate the grand formation!”

The Sect Leader’s face was grave, knowing this old woman was here with blood in her eyes. Only the Ancestor could hope to handle this.

About fifteen minutes later, a ripple of energy tore through the sky.

A tall, middle-aged man strode forth, his blood-red cloak trailing, aura dense with the scent of blood and a killing intent like sword wind.

“Greetings, Supreme Elder!”

“Greetings, True Lord Blood Sword!”

Sect Leader, disciples, and elders all bowed with utmost respect.

“Who are you, and why do you challenge Blood River Valley?”

True Lord Blood Sword’s long hair hung wild, his eyes as sharp as knives as he studied the old woman and the girl beside her.

With one look he saw through the girl: a trace of True Spirit blood—likely a Demon Race descendant or from a True Spirit clan.

But the old woman—no magical energy at all, just an ordinary mortal—which left him deeply on guard.

“You killed my grandson and harmed my granddaughter. I’m here today for an explanation,” she rasped, redwood cane in one hand, Little Sparrow’s hand in the other.

Her voice, though not as thunderous as his own, chilled all who heard it.

“My friend, is there perhaps some misunderstanding?”

True Lord Blood Sword tried to keep the peace—he didn’t want to anger a mysterious Nascent Soul cultivator.

He suspected the girl was from a powerful clan, with the old woman as her guardian. Best to avoid making enemies.

“Whether it’s a misunderstanding or not, I know the truth in my heart!”

With those words, the redwood cane struck the earth. Immediately, all the flickering beams shuddered, trembling and shaking the veins of Blood River Valley’s land.

The ley lines were the very roots of the sect’s spirit land. If damaged, the formation would collapse on its own.

“The Seventh Heaven Heaven-Reversal Technique! Are you from the Cangtian Demon Sect?”

At this, True Lord Blood Sword’s pupils shrank. The ability to shatter the range and disrupt the ley lines at will was no ordinary power—it matched what he remembered of the legendary Cangtian Demon Sect.

“What Cangtian Demon Sect? I’m just an ordinary old woman,” she replied flatly, her hands never stopping their work. Magic surged, breaking the very breath and fortune of Blood River Valley.

“No ordinary mortal has such methods.”

True Lord Blood Sword stared, seeing she’d given up on parley.

“If you’re set on destroying my sect’s spirit veins, then I’ll face you myself!”

“All disciples, assemble the Blood River Grand Array—prepare to fight!”

As he spoke, his right eye lit with bloody light, murderous intent flaring.

Beneath his scarlet cloak, many rings of bloody chains appeared. He gripped a massive blood-red sword and charged straight for the old woman.

All around, disciples and elders called upon their magic, fusing themselves into the array. Together they summoned the grand mountain formation, forging a vast river of blood that surged to cover the sky.

“Little Sparrow, don’t be afraid. Granny’s here,” the old woman said, her face full of gentle love despite the fury all around.

Though she shielded the girl from the worst of the pressure, someone at just the ninth level of Qi Refining like Little Sparrow couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by such a show of force.

The girl’s jaw clenched, but she managed to conquer her fear and squeeze grandma’s hand tightly. “Granny, please be careful.”

“Of course.” The old woman’s pride showed as she glanced at her resilient granddaughter.

Her gaze shifted to the charging True Lord Blood Sword. Five fingers curled, and out flew countless dark, hair-thin threads, weaving a dense web.

“Clang! Clang! Clang!” The blood-red sword burst with light, but black threads wound tight, trapping it where it floated.

“What!?” True Lord Blood Sword’s eyes widened.

The bloody chains rattled, their crimson shine gathering as their sword-shaped pendant lashed out at the old woman.

But around her, those black threads were everywhere. Merging with the world itself, they blocked every blow and coiled tighter.

Only the river of blood summoned by the grand array managed to help him tear free from their grip.

“Who are you really? Blood River Valley is a branch of Blood Sea Sect! Don’t you fear dragging Blood Sea Sect into this?”

After several exchanges, True Lord Blood Sword realized he couldn’t win.

He tried to call on their backers, hoping to end things with apologies and gifts.

“A long-lost minor branch and you dare claim the Blood Sea Sect name?”

The old woman actually laughed, a sound sharp as a whip.

True Lord Blood Sword’s face hardened, his eyes murderous. He could see she meant to wipe them out—today, there would be no mercy.

He struggled, waiting for his own senior brother to return and turn the tide.

But then he spotted Mu Que by the old woman’s side. Hands flashed, and the blood-red sword swelled, six feet long now, blood dragons writhing down its blade as he split space itself and brought it crashing down at the girl.

Shameful as it was for a Nascent Soul cultivator to target a mere Qi Refining junior, victory was all that mattered now.

At the same moment, the river of blood roared through the torn sky, crashing toward Mu Que like a dam unleashed.

Grandma reacted instantly, wrapping Mu Que in another cocoon of black threads.

Against magic of this level, even a brush of killing intent could obliterate the girl.

“Now!” True Lord Blood Sword pushed his nascent soul energy to the limit, and a tiny blood-red sword shot from his sleeve, swift as a swimming dragon.

“Whoosh!!!”

This flying sword was no common trinket—it tore through layers of space and seemed to stab right for the very soul. In a flash it pierced the old woman’s forehead.

Seeing his plan succeed, True Lord Blood Sword’s face lit with joy.

But then, he realized something was wrong.

No blood spurted. No soul was destroyed.

There was only a faint hissing.

A puff of white mist leaked from the old woman’s forehead, making her face shrivel just a bit.

“That’s not your real face—not even your real body! You’re wearing someone else’s skin!” he cried out in horror.

He understood now: this old woman had been holding back all along.

“You’ve damaged my disguise,” she said coldly, another black thread snaking from her fingertip to unwind the little sword from her skull.

Her voice, now soft and musical, filled the air—its beauty enough to take one’s breath away.

Just by the sound, anyone would know she was a woman of dazzling beauty and youth.

“That voice… I know who you are—you’re from the Cangtian Demon Sect—”

Terror twisted his face. But before he could finish, the old woman’s eyes lit with a glassy amber glow as she looked at him.

True Lord Blood Sword froze in place.

“Chiss! Chiss! Chiss!”

Countless black threads appeared, wrapping around him, slicing him to pieces.

His Nascent Soul Spirit Body floated free, pale with fear—but before he could utter a word, the threads shredded him fully.

“If there’s a leak, then none of you can be spared,” she said to Blood River Valley, her tone neither beautiful nor hoarse now, just cold.

With a flick, black threads seized the fallen blood-red giant sword, swept up the rolling blood river, and crashed it down on the sect below.

The earlier beams of eerie light now surged, stirring the land’s fortune as if intent on flipping the entire landscape upside down.

“Spare us!”

“Mercy, Elder, please!”

The disciples and elders fell to their knees, begging for their lives as they tried to run.

But as the sword swept down and the ghostly light blazed, the land caved in and shattered.

With barely a few breaths, Blood River Valley—a sect ruled by Nascent Souls—was annihilated, reduced to ruins.

Cultivators, wild beasts, all died in terror, faces twisted and white, unable to rest in peace.

The old woman led the girl calmly through the ruined sect as if strolling a garden.

“Granny…”

Little Sparrow stared at the devastation, her mind blank.

Sure, the sect had tried to kill her, had killed her brother, but to see tens of thousands die for it filled Mu Que with complicated emotions and a thread of reluctance.

She knew good and bad existed everywhere.

Despite the evil, she’d met good people too. Not everyone here could have been guilty.

But…

“Little Sparrow, never leave your enemies even a sliver of a chance. If you act, make sure it’s absolute,” the old woman said, her face grave.

As the wound on her brow finally closed, her voice turned rough and raspy once again.

Seeing the doubt in Little Sparrow’s eyes, she went on: “Blood River Valley was a demonic sect that trained with blood slaves. There weren’t any good people among them.

Besides, they almost killed you and murdered Xiao Yang. What happened today is simply karma.”

As she spoke, she stretched out her gnarled hand, gripping the air in front.

In an instant, the omnipresent blood condensed into a vision.

There, a blank-eyed, ghostly pale boy let Blood River Valley disciples drain his life for their cultivation.

“Brother!” Mu Que saw the boy’s face and knew instantly it was her brother.

“I can’t die here I have to make it back. I still need to see my little sister and Grandma.”

“I promised Little Sparrow I’d bring her candied hawthorn, treats, all sorts of goodies. She’s still so little. If I die here, what will happen to her? She’ll be heartbroken.”

“Grandma’s getting old and her health is bad. If I die out here, how can I ever look after her or help her in her old age?”

Even though the boy had been made a blood slave, he hung on by sheer force of will. He kept himself alive by taking Blood Pills and training tirelessly, all so Blood River Valley’s disciples could drain his power.

Their leader had told him, as soon as he reached the next realm, they’d let him go.

So he had to keep living, keep pushing forward, keep cultivating, keep giving them what they wanted, just so he could survive and break through.

But those pills only squeezed out what little life he had left.

He kept swallowing them, forcing every last ounce of strength out for someone else’s cultivation. How could a person live long like that? The day he finally reached a breakthrough would be the day his candle burned out for good.

Little Sparrow watched the blood-soaked vision in front of her, eyes burning red. Tears rolled down as she clenched her fists tight.

“This is what the world of cultivation is: the strong prey on the weak, only the fittest survive. Little Sparrow, you have to truly adapt to this.”

Grandma held her gently, speaking softly to comfort her.

After sweeping through Blood River Valley’s treasure vault, she took Mu Que and vanished without a trace.

“Grandma, where are we going next?”

All around, darkness pressed in. Black mist surged and the air was thick with wailing and howling ghosts. Little Sparrow gripped Grandma’s hand tighter, peering up with red-rimmed eyes.

Maybe she’d cried too long—her eyes and nose were both puffy.

“We’re going to help my Little Sparrow reach Foundation Establishment.”

Grandma looked at the girl—tougher than she’d ever imagined—and spoke gently.

But the stronger the girl’s spirit, the more hardships she must have weathered before now.

Even as a child, whenever she suffered or felt wronged, she always hid it, never letting it show in front of Grandma.

“Foundation Establishment…”

After all that had happened today, Mu Que only wanted to grow stronger. But doubt settled in her heart.

True Lord Blood Sword, the one from today—wasn’t he the Nascent Soul master from the legends?

Even a Nascent Soul True Lord had been wiped away by Grandma like it was nothing. Just how powerful did you have to be for that?

“Foundation Establishment marks the true beginning of your cultivation path. Every step that follows depends on this. It’s crucial—do it right.”

Grandma held her gaze and went on, “Little Sparrow, you’ve inherited the Heavenly Phoenix Bloodline, but you’re lacking at birth. That means your bloodline is too thin. Lucky for you, I know a way to make up for what you lack.”

“Innately lacking?” Mu Que blinked in surprise.

When she was young, she’d been small for her age and people always said she was born deficient.

But since she’d started on the path, she knew she had her mother’s bloodline.

That’s why she stayed small and never really grew, but her strength and stamina were leagues beyond others her age.

This rare bloodline was why she could stand against much stronger cultivators.

With such an extraordinary physique, how could she be innately lacking?

If she was considered lacking, then what did that make everyone else?

And if she wasn’t lacking, how far could her bloodline power go?

If even with flaws, she was like this, her parents must have been incredible.

A swirl of thoughts spun in Mu Que’s mind. She bit her lip, eyes full of hope and a hint of nervousness, then blurted, “Grandma… do you know who my parents are?”

“I don’t,” Grandma shook her head.

Seeing the disappointment cloud Mu Que’s face, Grandma quickly smiled with motherly warmth. “Once you’ve reached Foundation Establishment, I can help you see into the memories you had when you were just half a year old. Maybe then, you’ll catch a glimpse of your parents.”

“My subconscious memories?” Mu Que’s eyes went wide.

But remembering the miraculous things Grandma could do, she clenched her fists and nodded, full of hope.

She’d always wanted to know what her parents looked like, why they’d abandoned her. It was all she’d ever wished for.

Grandma took her by the hand, falling silent.

She’d seen it—the girl held not just a thin trace of Heavenly Phoenix blood, but also signs of a rare physique.

If not for a flaw in her birth, she would likely possess a rare Spirit Body.

To inherit even a sliver of Heavenly Phoenix blood, plus such a physique, meant her parents weren’t ordinary at all.

She wanted to know more about the girl’s background. Maybe her own fate, the solution to her troubles, would rest with this child’s parents.

Half a month later.

Red Peak Immortal City.

Lu Changsheng received a message from his wife, Lu Miaoge, saying she’d arrived at the Chiyue Mountain Range.

Without a word, he slipped out of the Immortal City to meet them.

Before long, he spotted Yun Wanshang escorting Lu Miaoge and their daughter, Lu Wangshu.

Lu Changsheng blinked in surprise when he saw his daughter. Wasn’t she supposed to have just reached Core Formation? What was she doing here?

“Caiyun,” he called as he approached, not giving it another thought.

“Dad.” Lu Wangshu, familiar with her father’s ‘Lord of Dameng City’ persona, almost blurted it out.

But remembering her grandmaster, Caiyun True Lord, was right beside her, she quickly bit her tongue and stood straight, looking respectful.

“City Lord Wang.”

With Lu Miaoge and Lu Wangshu beside her, Yun Wanshang kept a careful distance, replying with graceful composure.

“Sister Miaoge, Wangshu.”

Yet in front of his family, Lu Changsheng was never formal. He smiled and called out to wife and daughter both.

“Huh?” Lu Wangshu froze, puzzled.

It was natural for the Lord of Dameng City to be familiar with her, but calling her mother ‘Sister Miaoge’?

Wasn’t this exposing the connection? Her father had always told her not to reveal the family’s ties.

Now he was doing it openly. Did her grandmaster already know about his real identity?

Lu Wangshu shot a glance at her grandmaster, suspicion written all over her face.

Had Grandmaster already figured out Dad was the Lord of Dameng City?

“What’s the current situation on the front lines?”

In their rush to get here, Yun Wanshang and the others hadn’t stopped to gather news.

“The Flood Dragon Holy Son from Beast God Mountain and the Holy Maiden of Beast God Mountain have both broken through to Nascent Soul. They attacked Red Peak Immortal City with True Lord Tiancang and True Lord Incinerating Wither. True Lord Ziguang abandoned the city and fled.”

Lu Changsheng spoke up, “I arrived and reclaimed Red Peak Immortal City from the Holy Maiden’s hands, captured True Lord Tiancang and two others, and now I’m preparing to counterattack Liang Kingdom.”

“Caiyun, gather the Azure Cloud Sect cultivators and organize them as an independent army for the counteroffensive against Liang Kingdom.”

Yun Wanshang: “???”

Lu Miaoge: “???”

Lu Wangshu: “???”

The three women stared at Lu Changsheng, thrown by how casually he described the situation. He’d just said he reclaimed Red Peak Immortal City from the Holy Maiden’s hands and killed three Nascent Soul experts?

It sounded like the most world-shaking events were barely worth mentioning.

“After this war, that rascal’s name will shake the Northern Region,” Yun Wanshang thought.

She’d heard of what happened with Lu Changsheng in the Starry Sea.

She’d seen him take down a fourth-rank shapeshifting demon king as a Core Formation cultivator and use the Sun-Moon Yin-Yang Mirror to slay Fuhai True Lord from thousands of miles away.

But hearing news like this was still shocking. She couldn’t help feeling amazed—and almost a bit dazed.

He was rising too fast. If he kept growing at this pace, once he reached mid-Nascent Soul, his reputation would sweep the Southern Desolation as well.

After all, it had only been two or three years since Lu Changsheng broke through to Nascent Soul.

Lu Miaoge knew a bit about what happened in the Starry Sea, but she’d never been there herself. All she knew were the stories he’d told her.

She’d only heard tales of True Lord Tiancang, True Lord Incinerating Wither, the Flood Dragon Holy Son, and the Holy Maiden.

So hearing this battle report made everything hit home in a new way.

She knew her husband was strong, but it still felt unreal.

Someone she’d always had to look up to—those mighty Nascent Soul True Lords—her own husband had now beaten them with ease.

“Dad, you really captured four Nascent Soul True Lords?!”

Of the three, Lu Wangshu had the least idea of her father’s power. She always knew he was incredible—he’d even defied Nascent Soul experts before his own breakthrough.

She didn’t believe he was only a Core Formation cultivator until three years ago, when he finally broke through. Up until then, he’d fought Nascent Souls and crushed everyone at his level.

Still, hearing her father captured four elite Nascent Soul experts just after advancing, she couldn’t help blurting it out in shock.

“Don’t make such a fuss,” Lu Changsheng flicked her gently on the forehead.

“All right, I’ll go organize the Azure Cloud Sect cultivators now.”

With Lu Miaoge and Lu Wangshu at her side, Yun Wanshang felt awkward around Lu Changsheng.

She even worried he might do something too familiar right in front of the other two women.

If he did, how could she keep any dignity?

But with her disciples Chu Qingyi and Xiao Xiyue both still in Yue Kingdom, Yun Wanshang could only sigh deeply.

She couldn’t face Chu Qingyi anymore. Frankly, she had no idea how to face either Chu Qingyi or Xiao Xiyue now.