Chapter 46: Caring for the Lonely Old Sect Master Chu

Above Xia Baiqian’s standoff with Calamity Plague Emperor, higher in the sky, several figures observed.
A holy monk from Fanyin Temple, adorned with nine scalp scars and a red-gold robe, stood on a golden lotus, seven layers of Buddhist light glowing behind him.
With a pitying gaze over the scene, sensing countless wailing souls, he clasped his hands and sighed.
“Amitabha, I recall someone vowed to slay this evil. Why let it break the seal?”
“Shouldn’t Donor Chu come personally to answer to the world?”

A wild-looking man, his lion-like mane dancing in the wind, rode a purple-gold hou beast, clad in dark-brown fur.
Laughing boisterously, he said, “That radish! When Chu sliced three of my ribs, what flair! Now he won’t even show? Did a tribulation fry his brain?”
This was the master of Phantom Beast Abyss Pavilion.

Two others stood out.
A man in black armor, like an iron tower, with a hundred weapons hovering behind him, buzzing with bloodlust—the sect master of Pocang Xuanwu Sect.
A gentle, jade-like woman in an ink-black dao robe sat cross-legged in the air, twelve jade gourds floating around her, each spewing different-colored pill mists.
Smiling, she shook her head. “If Sect Master Chu’s unwell, tell me. I can refine a special pill.”
This was the sect master of Taixuan Creation Sect.

Clearly, the contemporary leaders of six of the seven great immortal sects had gathered for answers.
A peak late Great Vehicle demon from ancient times was no small threat.
If it escaped, the consequences would be dire.
Though this was a golden age of cultivation, no one had broken through to Tribulation stage.
Such a demon warranted this elite lineup.
But their motives were mixed—they wanted to probe if Tianyuan Sword Sect’s Chu Sword Immortal was compromised.
Since his dominance, every sect had suffered losses. If he was truly injured, they’d gladly take a bite to “restore balance.”
Tianyan Sect, with few diviners, sent no one.
The petite sect master of Wanfa Immortal Sect stayed silent, seemingly worried.

Their voices, though soft, were amplified by spiritual energy, audible to Xia Baiqian.
Tch! These old foxes!
Usually passive, now they swarmed like hungry wolves at the first sign of weakness.
And demonic sect rats were surely lurking nearby.
If they confirmed Master’s condition, they’d stir trouble.
If Master hadn’t lost his memory and cultivation, they’d be too scared to speak!
Xia Baiqian split her focus to strategize.
How to explain why Master hadn’t dealt with Calamity Plague Emperor, let it escape, and hadn’t shown up?
Just then, space rippled, and a chilling aura that could freeze souls emerged.
Leng Qingqiu, in her emperor’s robe, stepped through the void with icy majesty.
One step, and frost spread, sealing part of the swamp.
Her phoenix eyes scanned the scene, landing on the six sect masters, her voice cold.
“Master gained insights from his tribulation and doesn’t wish to waste energy on such vermin.”
“Understood?”
Another step, and her terrifying dao charm suppressed the field!
Ice coated the swamp, overpowering the demon’s domain without a single move.
Boosted by Hanyuan Dynasty’s dragon vein, her cultivation touched late Great Vehicle, ranking sixth among the sects.
Her domineering aura was intimidating.
Even Xia Baiqian, unaffected, shivered, recalling times Leng Qingqiu caught her misbehaving and spanked her with a sword hilt.
Calamity Plague Emperor’s eyes narrowed, frantically absorbing spiritual energy to recover.
He sensed she wielded two “daos” like him—her strength was not to be underestimated.

The sect masters, though defiant, restrained their auras.
The monk’s Buddhist light dimmed, his smile diplomatic.
“Donor Leng, you misunderstand. We’re just concerned for Sect Master Chu, nothing more.”
The pavilion master laughed awkwardly, his purple-gold hou shrinking in fear.
“Radish, I was just joking—no offense meant. Thanks to Chu’s sword, I broke through stronger.”
The Taixuan sect master sighed, her expression complex.
“Little Qingqiu, you know… if he’s truly unwell, tell me.”
The Pocang sect master glanced at her, betrayed.
“Wan’er, you… what’s your connection to Sect Master Chu?”
Leng Qingqiu ignored them—words were useless.
These cunning foxes would only be swayed temporarily.
If she couldn’t crush Calamity Plague Emperor swiftly or got overpowered, they’d grow bolder.

Back at the sect, Chu Huaizhou waited minutes, realizing Leng Qingqiu wasn’t coming.
Stunned, he looked at Bai Li in his arms.
“Bai Li, can you take me to Hanyuan—”
Bai Li shook her head furiously.
“No way! I’d die of exhaustion, meow!”
Her refusal was firm, but seeing his worried face, she softened.
“I really can’t… Human, you said Baiqian’s there too. They should be fine, right?
“That Calamity Plague Emperor was sealed forever—he’s no match for them.”
Chu Huaizhou nodded, still uneasy.
Even weakened, the demon couldn’t have recovered fully in half a day.
Qingqiu and Baiqian should handle it.
But what if something went wrong? How could he get there?
His third disciple, Meng Yinlu? She was in seclusion, and he didn’t even know where.
Too time-consuming.
Then Ye Feng approached, timidly raising her hand.
“Uh… Sect Master, are you going to Hanyuan Dynasty to find Master Leng?
“I heard from elders we have a teleportation array straight to their palace…”
What? Such a thing exists?
He glanced at Bai Li—why didn’t she know?
As the all-seeing, charming nine-tailed fox, Bai Li knew what his look meant and turned away.
“I… I don’t go out much, forgot, meow~”