His Name Is Cheng Yuanfeng

Hundred Ghosts Sect.

The corpse of Hei Geng lay in the center of the main hall.

The many martial artists of the Hundred Ghosts Sect all wore panicked expressions, not daring to speak.

Old Hei, I never thought you would die so suddenly one day.

Bi Jia looked at the body and let out a soft sigh, his narrow, sinister eyes filled with sorrow.

Over a hundred years as brothers, and just like that, you're gone.

No matter how cold-blooded and ruthless Bi Jia was, he couldn't suppress his own fury.

Lin Chen...

Bi Jia's eyes turned icy, murderous intent spreading.

Everyone from the Hundred Ghosts Sect in the entire hall trembled with fear.

Hear my order! All members of the Hundred Ghosts Sect, assemble! We head to Huangcheng!

Yes!

Azure Pavilion.

What's going on? Lin Chen killed the demon hall master of the Hundred Ghosts Sect!

Su Xue'er asked, her face pale.

She was among the last batch of martial artists assembled for the Asura Sect.

Having traveled the immortal sects for so long, she naturally knew how terrifying the Hundred Ghosts Sect's power was.

Mu Qingyi said gravely, "That's not even the biggest problem. Right now, An Yi has won the championship!"

News doesn't travel that fast among the immortal sects.

But the news that a minotaur had overpowered many top young masters in the Heavenly Palace battle and taken the crown had also reached the Azure Pavilion.

Shen Muxuan, standing nearby, blinked her large eyes and suddenly thought of something, panicking, "Then, then will An Yi become the Heavenly Palace Mistress's husband! Wasn't he just going to cause trouble?!"

Mu Qingyi helplessly massaged her temples, suppressing her anger.

The Heavenly Palace had designated the Asura Sect for elimination.

The original plan was for An Yi and the others to gather intelligence on the front lines. Who would have thought he'd end up getting himself entangled like this.

Tu Yiyi said angrily, "This can't be! An Yi promised to marry me, how can he marry someone else!"

Mu Qingyi, standing nearby, glanced slightly at the still-young Tu Yiyi, who was probably only fifteen.

Tsk tsk, An Yi is really playing with fire!

Tang Qingqing gritted her teeth, saying darkly, "Should we go to Huangcheng? I've just refined about twenty new poisons recently."

That bastard Xiao Yike dragged her boyfriend away again!

This time, she was going to poison that guy to death!

Wang Yue swayed her alluring figure, pondering, "Pavilion Master, about us..."

"How is the assembly of Asura Sect personnel?" Mu Qingyi asked Kim Jung-ho next to Wang Yue.

Kim Jung-ho quickly replied, "The second team, three hundred and twenty-seven people, have all assembled."

Hearing this, Mu Qingyi fell into deep thought.

The Asura Sect now had close to eight hundred members.

Combined with the martial artists from the Azure Pavilion, this was already a considerable fighting force.

Mu Qingyi took a deep breath and said solemnly, "We head to Huangcheng!"

"Qianqian, what's your current strength level?"

An Yi, riding on a horned horse, asked curiously.

The horned horse's head was freshly bald.

That's right, it was precisely the royal carriage horse that Xu Kang had used to take him to the Heavenly Palace.

When An Yi was making his escape, he saw it, accidentally broke its harness lock, and... borrowed it.

Shangguan Qianqian's voice was somewhat unnatural as she softly said, "Early Soul Gathering stage."

She wasn't quite used to being held by An Yi while riding a horse.

Accustomed to being aloof and proud, she felt this delicate, dependent posture didn't suit her.

"What! You're already at the early Soul Gathering stage?!"

An Yi was astonished.

A few days apart, and how had this girl leveled up even more terrifyingly than him and Lin Chen? It made no sense!

Shangguan Qianqian said gravely, her voice cold, "That woman wanted to use me as her replacement vessel. All this time, she's been force-feeding me heavenly and earthly treasures for cultivation. My spiritual power isn't solid."

For martial artists cultivating inner energy, the Void Realm peak was the ceiling, impossible to advance beyond.

Cultivating spiritual power, however, was a different power system, another form of strength enhancement.

The Void Realm peak was roughly equivalent to the peak of the Soul Gathering stage for spirit cultivators.

If one didn't break through to the Heavenly Astral stage, the actual increase in strength wasn't as dramatic as imagined.

But breaking through to the Heavenly Astral stage meant a qualitative transformation in power!

"Hmph."

An Yi, hearing this, showed a cold smile.

Trying to seize Qianqian's body? That vicious woman is dead.

"An Yi, the current Heavenly Palace is closely connected to the mortal world..."

Shangguan Qianqian spoke up, her voice distant.

In her previous life.

The opening of the barrier was a calamity for the mortal world.

The Great Xia Pantheon, the Enforcement Bureau, the Dragon Temple, the Dao Alliance, and the Asura Sect paid an extremely heavy price to force the immortal sect martial artists back.

An Yi pondered, "That guy named... Long Aotian, has strength to rival Murong Qinghong?"

Shangguan Qianqian said slowly, "Perhaps Long Aoyun's strength is above Murong Qinghong's!"

Hearing this, An Yi drew a sharp breath.

He had originally thought about going back to spar with that show-off named Long, but now it seemed he might not necessarily be his match.

He wasn't too confident about defeating Murong Qinghong either.

After all, she was the Mistress of the Heavenly Palace, her strength unfathomable!

Otherwise, when An Yi entered her palace tonight, he would have just killed her directly, no need for all this trouble.

And if Long Aoyun's strength was above Murong Qinghong's, it was somewhat unbelievable.

Thinking of this, An Yi couldn't help but glance at the sleeping Long Aoxue in his storage space.

Why was his dragon girl so... weak then?

"Right now, we wait for the Heavenly Palace and the Murong family to fight, let them finish each other off, then we reap the rewards."

An Yi said with a light laugh.

These eight hundred Asura Sect members in the immortal sects are the main force!

"I don't think the Murong family is a match for the Heavenly Palace," Shangguan Qianqian said worriedly.

An Yi asked, puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"Murong Qinghong has a Golden Armor Guard! That's her real trump card! The entire unit has over three hundred people, all at the Void Realm!" Shangguan said gravely.

During the time she was controlled by Murong Qinghong, she understood clearly just how terrifying the Heavenly Palace's strength was.

An Yi raised an eyebrow, unable to hide his shock.

To him now, the Void Realm was almost equivalent to weaklings.

But that didn't mean the Void Realm was common in the immortal sects!

Take the Heavenly Profound Sect, a top-tier immortal sect. Counting the sect master, the eight great elders, and the young master, they had barely over fifty Void Realm martial artists!

Sects like the Azure Pavilion, a second-rate sect, had only about a dozen Void Realm martial artists overall, not even a single peak Void Realm martial artist.

A Golden Armor Guard composed of three hundred Void Realm martial artists.

It was simply unbelievable!

"A centipede dies but never falls down. Despite several setbacks, one must admit the Heavenly Palace remains the strongest force in the immortal sects!"

Shangguan Qianqian sighed softly and said solemnly.

She was almost certain.

For the Heavenly Palace to annihilate the Murong family wouldn't be much of a challenge!

"Forget it, we'll play it by ear. For now, our Asura Sect isn't her primary target."

An Yi thought out loud.

Murong Qinghong wants to kill the Minotaur Chen, what does that have to do with him, An Yi!

The sound of the horned horse's hooves echoed on the street.

Shangguan Qianqian's jade-like fingers rubbed the pendant on her snow-white neck, her expression distant.

"What exactly is this pendant?"

An Yi looked at the pendant engraved with the character 'Cheng' and asked curiously.

"It's a keepsake from my mother. I only found out recently..."

Shangguan Qianqian said softly.

In the immortal sects, this was a type of love token between couples.

The man and woman would engrave each other's surname on a pendant. This was the only keepsake her mother left behind.

An Yi chuckled lightly, "I know an old man, also surnamed Cheng. He's sort of half a master to me, though he only taught me for a few minutes."

Shangguan Qianqian asked flatly, "What's his name?"

Raising an eyebrow in thought, An Yi said, "Seems like it was Cheng Yuanfeng!"

Suddenly, Shangguan Qianqian's slender fingers, which had been polishing the pendant, came to a halt.