Chapter 93: The Nervous Youming Sect Leader

Is that the legendary Youming Sect Leader up there? Truly terrifying. Without Senior Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox, we’d all be dead in an instant.
Sensing Qu Tianyou’s arrival, Bai Li expanded her protective domain by hundreds of meters, enveloping everyone in safety.
Gong Chen glanced at Qu Tianyou’s silhouette and felt his blood stagnate, his spiritual energy faltering.
As expected of a demonic cultivator—his full aura reduced ordinary cultivators to mere microbes.
Yet, despite this, the crowd showed no despair. Instead, they seemed… relaxed?
“Wow, Lady Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox is so beautiful! I never thought Tianyuan Sword Sect would notice this place and send her to save us!”
“If I make it back to the sect, I’ll spread the word about Tianyuan Sword Sect!”
Ding Miaotong, a Golden Core disciple from Xuanwu Sect, clenched her fists to her chest, exclaiming.
Among the six immortal sects, Tianji Sect, skilled in divination, held a lofty status with untouchable resources. The others, however, often clashed with Tianyuan Sword Sect. Now, Ding was clearly a converted fan.
Forget their aggressive resource grabs or unequal distribution—when danger struck, Tianyuan showed up!
“Since Lady Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox is here, could Sword Immortal Chu be nearby, watching us?”
Ding Miaotong, in a fangirl frenzy, scanned the surroundings excitedly.
“Probably not.”
“That one’s swamped with duties. Sending his strongest blade to help is already a heavenly favor.”
Nominally, Chu Huaizhou’s three disciples had left to establish their own sects, so calling Bai Li his strongest disciple wasn’t wrong.
The crowd chattered, praising Tianyuan Sword Sect, forgetting sect rivalries and resource disputes.
Though still in danger, they were already planning what to do after escaping.
Such was the sense of security Chu Jianxian brought.
Even with only the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox present, everyone felt utterly safe.
Could anyone on the continent rival Chu Jianxian’s influence? No!
Bai Li’s enchanting face, hearing the crowd’s unreserved praise for her and Chu, curved into a delighted yet shy smile.
Her nine tails swayed demurely.
But Chu Huaizhou, the object of their admiration, was far from composed.
Shudder.
In Black Abyss, Qu Tianyou’s portrait was menacing, but nothing prepared Chu for this real-life horror.
Like a madman, truly terrifying. Could he stick to the plan and extract information about the divine treasury’s spells from him?
It felt like Qu would drag things out, demanding more.
Physiologically, Chu couldn’t stomach the sight—Qu was that grotesque.
To quell his fear, Chu recalled what he knew about Qu Tianyou.
Qu Tianyou, early Mahayana, wielder of the [Gu] Dao. In the game, he unleashes overwhelming gu swarms in three phases.
Insanely durable—his health bar’s practically a face tattoo by the time you see him.
He wields a low-grade immortal treasure, the Plague Cloud Veil, a real pain to deal with.
Rumor has it he later drops the mid-grade [Pangu Axe], which is huge.
Now in early Mahayana himself, could Chu not handle another early Mahayana?
As long as no surprises like the Holy Sword Emperor incident occurred, beating Qu shouldn’t be an issue.
In the game, Qu had plenty of weaknesses—typical for demonic sects and monster halls.
Chu took a deep breath, studying Qu Tianyou for weaknesses from Black Abyss, but then noticed something.
If Qu’s Dao was [Gu], didn’t that overlap with Xia Baiqian’s?
Normally, a Dao could only have one master; others could only assist, never dominate.
This meant Qu’s weaknesses might differ from the game’s, requiring new strategies.
No matter. His disciples would act, and if he needed to point out weaknesses, it’d be underestimating them and Bai Li. He trusted his team.
Qu Tianyou, unaware of Chu’s thoughts, was wary after seeing that sword.
He didn’t dare act, outwardly calm but inwardly panicking.
In centuries of life, this was his second time sweating from fear.
The first was when the previous Youming Sect Leader was slain by Chu Huaizhou’s single strike.
“What now, Little Baiqian? She’s not ready. Acting now risks too many surprises!”
Chu shook his head, signaling it was fine.
He’d hoped to achieve his goal without using his limited eighth-grade pills—only one each from Leng Qingqiu and his sister.
But if it came to it, he wouldn’t hesitate.
“Chu Jianxian, your purpose is to question why my Youming Sect appeared in the Crimson River, correct?”
Qu Tianyou’s raspy voice carried cautious respect.
Chu didn’t reply immediately, standing with hands behind his back, his striking face emotionless.
His starry eyes bore into Qu, exerting immense pressure.
Unable to withstand it, Qu’s back broke out in cold sweat.
As the ruler of ten thousand demonic domains, the Youming Sect Leader hadn’t felt such oppression in ages.
Chu’s gaze, devoid of killing intent, still made his core demonic infant cower.
So, the usually suave Youming Sect Leader preemptively probed Chu’s intentions.
This groveling scene would shatter the worldview of Youming Sect’s demonic cultivators, who saw their leader as lofty, unpredictable, and godlike.
Too bad Qu kept his head bowed, unable to see.
The Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox hadn’t spoken, so he didn’t dare rise.
“Ahem…”
Chu tried to speak, but his body, unaccustomed to Bai Li’s overwhelming presence, faltered.
Sensing his discomfort, Bai Li’s nine tails gently brushed him, applying a courage buff and an illusion to soften Qu’s terrifying image.
Thanks, Bai Li.
Chu thanked her mentally, coughed, and adopted a lofty tone:
“Indeed. Your Youming Sect released the Plague Emperor, causing devastation to nearby villages and heavy losses to the Zixuan Dynasty.”
“So tell me, should your Youming Sect face punishment?”
As expected!
If Chu pressed charges without mercy, Qu would fight to the death!