This time, the high-ranking members and core disciples of Hunyuan Gate, even the reclusive Ancestral Patriarchs who had secluded themselves for many years, had all mobilized. Their purpose was not simply to avenge the deaths of disciples like Ding Rui and other elders, but more importantly, to wash away the shame that had shrouded Hunyuan Gate for many years.
Anyone of a certain age in the Great Northwest knew the story. In the ancient era, when Monarch Chixiao was still young, enraged for the sake of the goddess Liu Qingyan in his heart, he not only violently beat Lei Pili but later directly stormed Hunyuan Gate, pointing his sword at the sect's Patriarch and Ancestral Patriarch, intimidating all the disciples of Hunyuan Gate.
This had always been a stain on Hunyuan Gate's honor.
Even after Monarch Chixiao was later judged by the Immortal Court and reduced to ashes, even a hundred years into the Present Era, to this very day, Hunyuan Gate still could not shake off the profound humiliation of that year.
Because this humiliation was bestowed upon them by Monarch Chixiao, a legendary figure who dominated the ancient era and shook the world. Perhaps Hunyuan Gate could never wash it away in their lifetime. Though unwilling, Hunyuan Gate had no choice but to admit this fact.
The only consolation and stroke of luck was that as time passed, the generation of the Monarch gradually faded from memory, and the shame enveloping Hunyuan Gate also dissipated bit by bit. Nowadays, few people brought it up. But what they never expected was that three hundred years after the Monarch's demise, a certain Young Lord Chiyan, who claimed to be the Monarch's heir, had appeared out of nowhere and even killed their direct disciple, Ding Rui.
Three hundred years ago, the Monarch alone had beaten Hunyuan Gate into a pulp—that was one thing.
Three hundred years later today, a so-called Heir of the Monarch, Young Lord Chiyan, had killed over ten elders and disciples of Hunyuan Gate. How could Hunyuan Gate endure this?
For so many years, they had borne this disgrace. When the Monarch was alive, they dared not utter a word. After the Monarch was judged, there was still the Chizi Head—they still dared not speak up. Could it be that now, bullied by a fraud impersonating the Monarch's heir, they still dared not make a sound?
No!
Hunyuan Gate had endured enough!
They feared Monarch Chixiao, and they feared the Chizi Head, but they absolutely did not fear a fraud impersonating the Monarch's heir!
If they did not wash away this disgrace, Hunyuan Gate would have no face left to operate in the Great Northwest!
Especially for Lei Pili. He had been beaten by Monarch Chixiao back then.
Now, in the present day, his painstakingly taught disciple had been killed by someone claiming to be the Monarch's heir. For Lei Pili, this was a double humiliation. Today, no matter what, he would tear that Young Lord Chiyan to pieces, to avenge his disciple and to wash away the shame he had endured for so many years.
As the people of Hunyuan Gate faced Han Dong with swords drawn and bows bent, not long after, another group of several hundred people swaggered into Yaoyue Palace.
These individuals were all imposing, their auras surging and majestic—they were none other than the famous Huwei Wang Family.
The reputation of the Huwei Family was renowned not only in the Great Northwest but throughout the world. In the ancient era, they were an Immortal Family enfeoffed by the Immortal Court. In the Present Era, they were one of the Ten Great Bloodline Clans of this world, with numerous branch families. The lineage in the Great Northwest also had considerable influence.
The ancestors of the Huwei Family had produced many great figures. Coupled with their consistently close relationship with the Immortal Court, few dared to provoke them.
Even though the Great Northwest branch was just a collateral line of the Huwei Family, it was not something ordinary people dared to offend. At the very least, major powers in the Great Northwest like Yaoyue Palace and Hunyuan Gate knew of the Huwei Family's fearsome reputation and dared not provoke them lightly.
Now, the Huwei Family had lost seven or eight of their direct descendants at once. Moreover, Wang Han was a key direct descendant being cultivated by the Great Northwest branch of the Huwei Family, potentially a future successor. For him to die just like that—how could the Huwei Wang Family not be enraged?
Therefore, upon receiving the news, the Huwei Wang Family had also almost mobilized in full force. The family head, elders, and even Ancestral Patriarchs had emerged from seclusion. Apart from Wang Han, all twelve of the Tiger Sons had arrived, swearing to tear that Young Lord Chiyan to pieces.
Not long after the Huwei Wang Family's arrival, the people of Heifeng Cave also came.
Heifeng Cave was a place where crouching tigers hid dragons, as most of the Great Northwest's evil cultivators hid within it. Among them were not a few reincarnated individuals. Rumor had it that Li Qianhua, who had been shaken to death by Gu Qingfeng, was the disciple of a reincarnated great power. Whether this was true or not, no one knew for sure.
But judging from the people who came from Heifeng Cave, it seemed it might be true.
Qiuling Old Fiend, Duwu Old Freak, Heitan Old Ghost...
These were all famous evil cultivators and old freaks from the ancient era in the Great Northwest, each having refined evil aura for thousands of years, all Daozun at the Spirit Transformation Realm, their strength unfathomable.
The crowd looked over—good heavens!
Even the Skeleton Old Fiend Demon had come!
This was an evil cultivator old freak who had already forged a Dao Heart over a thousand years ago, truly deserving to be called a senior evil demon of the Great Northwest.
An old freak who had forged a Dao Heart over a millennium ago, having cultivated in seclusion for so long, plus refining evil aura—how terrifying his strength must be was beyond anyone's imagination.
What was even more astonishing was that Li Qianhua's death could cause so many old fellows of the Great Northwest to emerge from seclusion. Just thinking with one's toes, one would know his identity was absolutely not ordinary. Perhaps he really was the disciple of a reincarnated great power.
At this moment, the crowd noticed a young man with a gloomy expression among the Heifeng Cave group.
That young man exuded several spiritual auras.
One of them was that of a Dao Heart, and an especially evil Dao Heart aura at that.
Apart from the Dao Heart aura, there was also a turbid aura—the kind of turbid aura only reincarnated individuals possessed.
"I am Feilu of Yaoyue Palace. May I ask, Senior, you are..." Feilu inquired cautiously.
The gloomy man did not respond, not even glancing at him. Instead, the Skeleton Old Fiend Demon beside him answered in a sinister, measured tone: "This is Master Qianhua's teacher, Daozun Xuanshui."
Hearing it was Li Qianhua's teacher, Feilu felt a surge of joy in his heart. Not daring to be negligent, he immediately cupped his hands in salute.
Daozun Xuanshui still did not look at him. Instead, he gazed at Han Dong, Ouyang Ye, and Qian Shan within the grounds and asked, "Where is that Young Lord Chiyan surnamed Gu who killed my disciple?"
Han Dong shook her head, indicating she did not know.
"Speak!"
With that single word from Daozun Xuanshui, it felt as heavy as ten thousand jun. Radiant light flashed around him, like a volcano erupting or a sea of blood churning. The powerful pressure caused the elders from Yaoyue Palace, Hunyuan Gate, Huwei Wang Family, and others to pale in shock. Those with weaker cultivation hurriedly retreated. Even Daozun at the Form Transformation Realm dared not show the slightest negligence, their expressions changing repeatedly, filled with trepidation as they cautiously backed away. Even Daozun at the Spirit Transformation Realm felt immense pressure.
And this was just the pressure from his Primordial Spirit aura alone. It was already this powerful.
It was impossible to imagine how truly terrifying the unfathomable Daozun Xuanshui's actual strength might be.
The powerful pressure instantly drained the color from Han Dong and Ouyang Ye's faces. The two hurriedly circulated their spiritual power to resist, but unfortunately, it was utterly useless.