Dual Cultivation System: The Villainous Servant’s Rise

Chapter 239: Grand Elder, Something Seems Off!

Initially, Han Lie thought this was merely a contest between him and Zhao Batian.

But how had the situation spiraled so absurdly out of control?

Even a late-stage Soul Formation cultivator had arrived?

“You dig a pit, and you obediently jump right in. The people of your Initial Sacred Sect seem to be getting more foolish by the day.” Hovering in mid-air, Bing He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, sneering coldly.

Zhao Batian immediately followed up, his voice dripping with venom. “Did you really think I would eat the same loss twice, Han Lie?”

“You were the one who snatched the Yin Yang Evil Magic from my hands. You were the one who humiliated me in front of my Master and fellow disciples. And in the ruins of the Buried Immortal Mountain Range, you were the one who handed me a crushing defeat!”

“Dragon City is a place of excellent feng shui. It is a fitting burial ground for you!”

Han Lie gave a mocking smile. “Little trash, your Grandpa Mo stands right here. I’d like to see just how you plan to kill me.”

“Holy Son, hold on.”

Just as Zhao Batian prepared to activate the Nine Heavens Silver Lightning Array to crush Han Lie, Bing He raised a hand to stop him.

“Grand Elder, what is it?” Zhao Batian asked, puzzled.

Bing He looked down from his vantage point at Han Lie, who remained annoyingly calm and composed.

Then, he raised his eyes to the empty void. “Old fox, are you having fun hiding in the shadows? Or are you too afraid to come out and face me?”

“Who?!”

Zhao Batian and Li Qingyu followed Bing He’s gaze, but saw nothing but empty space.

“My, my. It is just a squabble between juniors. Why must we escalate it to this point?”

“However… since you, this block of ice, have shown yourself, I suppose it would be rude for me not to make an appearance. Hehe.”

A sexy, enchanting, yet somewhat lazy voice rang out from the void.

Suddenly, the sky darkened.

A bone-chilling wind howled through the plaza, and a blood-red moon manifested in the gloom. From the center of the crimson orb, a graceful figure in red emerged.

She walked upon the air, red lotuses blooming beneath her feet with every step.

The brilliant scarlet light of the blood moon bathed the Nine Heavens Silver Lightning Array. Instantly, the countless silver runes constructing the formation began to crumble, dissolving into nothingness.

In just a few breaths, Zhao Batian lost all connection to his array.

Han Lie looked up to see Grand Elder Chi Lian holding a delicate paper fan. With a few graceful steps, she descended to stand before him and Sha Zui.

“Little Guy, Sha Zui… how are you two?” Chi Lian gently clenched her hand, and the blood moon illuminating the earth vanished into her palm.

The world returned to normal.

“Reporting to Grand Elder, Senior Sha Zui might have sustained some injuries,” Han Lie said, glancing at Sha Zui.

“Just a minor injury. Nothing worth mentioning,” Sha Zui said with a faint smile.

“Mm. It is good that you are safe.”

Seeing her subordinates unharmed, Chi Lian turned to face Bing He and Zhao Batian. “Although this is your territory, it seems you cannot do anything to us today.”

Judging by the lineups, if a real fight broke out, Han Lie’s side actually held the advantage.

Regardless of who was stronger between Chi Lian and Bing He, the two would likely stalemate. That left Han Lie and Sha Zui free to rampage against Zhao Batian and his underlings. The only card the Sun Moon Sect held was home-field advantage—reinforcements would arrive faster.

“Wait… you wouldn’t be planning to call out Old Ghost Yin Mei as well, would you?”

Without waiting for Bing He to speak, Chi Lian continued, “I think there is no need for such futile efforts. In terms of sect foundation, our Initial Sacred Sect is superior.”

“Unless… you intend to wage an all-out war today. But I doubt you have the stomach for that. Correct?”

Bing He spoke unhurriedly. “Heh. As expected of Grand Elder Chi Lian. Your analysis is accurate.”

“Indeed, the Holy Son’s purpose today is merely to wash away his shame. It truly does not need to escalate to total war.”

Both Chi Lian and Bing He knew the score. Before dealing with the Myriad Sword Pavilion, these two sworn enemies could not destroy each other. If they fought an all-out war, the only winner would be the Myriad Sword Pavilion watching from the sidelines.

A triangle was the most stable shape, after all.

“However…”

Bing He paused, his expression hardening. “The Holy Son has gone to great lengths today. There must be an explanation.”

Chi Lian raised an elegant eyebrow. “Oh? What kind of explanation do you want, Bing He?”

“Since you are here, my strength alone is insufficient to compel an answer. Therefore…”

Bing He stepped aside, bowing his head respectfully toward the void.

“Welcome, Sect Leader!”

“Welcome, Master!” Zhao Batian and Li Qingyu bowed in unison, their voices trembling with reverence.

“?”

Han Lie, Chi Lian, and Sha Zui all exchanged confused glances.

They couldn’t understand why Old Ghost Yin Mei needed to appear. Given the status of Chi Lian and Bing He, they were more than capable of resolving this standoff.

Suddenly, black mist materialized out of thin air.

Amidst the churning fog, Old Ghost Yin Mei, leaning heavily on a cane, slowly stepped out. A terrifying aura—one that seemed to transcend heaven and earth—quietly suffocated the area.

“Grand Elder, something seems a bit off…”

Seeing Old Ghost Yin Mei actually appear, Han Lie leaned close to Chi Lian and whispered.

Chi Lian frowned slightly. She sensed it too, but couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was wrong.

“Hehe. Since This Senior has come, why doesn’t Sect Leader Ye Qingxuan also come out for a chat?” Old Ghost Yin Mei ignored the group and spoke to the empty air.

As his words fell, space tore open before them.

Ye Qingxuan, dressed in her signature purple gauze dress, stepped out unhurriedly, a fragrant breeze trailing in her wake.

“Greetings, Sect Leader!”

Chi Lian led Han Lie and Sha Zui in a simultaneous bow.

“Your useless disciple is quite lucky to have kept his life,” Ye Qingxuan said coolly, her beautiful eyes lifting slightly. “Well? You insisted on luring This Palace out today. Do you think he’s lived too long?”

Old Ghost Yin Mei’s eyelid twitched almost imperceptibly.

He ignored her jab and spoke in a self-mocking tone. “Hehe. Sect Leader Liu, I wonder how your cultivation of my Sun Moon Sect’s Yin Yang Scripture is progressing?”

Hearing this, Ye Qingxuan’s gaze shifted sharply, landing on Han Lie.

Her voice was urgent. “If you don’t want anything to happen to your parents, return to Qingzhou City immediately.”

“What?!”

As soon as the words left her lips, Han Lie and Chi Lian’s pupils contracted violently, their minds reeling in shock.

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