Mundane Saint

Chapter 57 – Sounds Under the Moonlit Night

The Sect Master of the Wasteland Sword Sect has advanced to the Tribulation Crossing stage!?

Zhu Ling was shocked to hear this, and a wave of worry surged in his heart.

The Wasteland Sword Sect is the biggest rival of the Nianling Sect!

The Sunflare Empire has eight provinces, and the Nianling Sect and the Wasteland Sword Sect are the most renowned and powerful forces in the Withered Cloud Province. Even the nominally largest force in the province, the Withered Cloud Prefecture, must show these two sects enough respect and face.

However, for nearly two hundred years, the Nianling Sect has been suppressed by the Wasteland Sword Sect.

The reason is none other than the fact that the Sect Master of the Wasteland Sword Sect, Huang Li, seems to have obtained some kind of opportunity. Over the past two hundred years, his cultivation has been continuously improving, and his sword skills have become increasingly formidable.

Zhu Ling also knew that the Supreme Elder had been in seclusion here to heal his injuries.

Because a hundred years ago, the Supreme Elder and Huang Li, as representatives of the Nianling Sect and the Wasteland Sword Sect, fought a great battle, destroying a mountain peak at the border of the two sects' territories.

That battle ended with the Supreme Elder's defeat. Although he did not die, the sword energy entered his body and was extremely difficult to dispel. It took him decades to barely heal his injuries.

But perhaps because of this, he has repeatedly failed to break through to the Tribulation Crossing stage.

"Is what you said true?"

Zhu Ling was drenched in cold sweat, but as the head of a sect, he couldn't lose his composure now.

"Hmph, even the Withered Cloud Prefecture has sent a personal congratulatory decree from the Sunflare Emperor to that old Huang Li. The sixth person in the Sunflare Empire to reach the Tribulation Crossing stage has emerged. Although the imperial city is worried that the Wasteland Sword Sect's power might grow too large to be suppressed by the prefecture, they still have to offer their congratulations."

The Supreme Elder had his own spies within the Wasteland Sword Sect, and although he was only half a step into the Tribulation Crossing stage, he could sense the celestial phenomena triggered by someone breaking through to the Tribulation Crossing stage.

Comparing the two sides, it was indeed true that Huang Li had advanced to the Tribulation Crossing stage. There was no mistake.

"Even the Sunflare Emperor has congratulated him..."

Zhu Ling silently wiped the cold sweat from his cheeks.

It seems the situation facing the Nianling Sect is becoming increasingly dire!

Before that great battle a hundred years ago, the forces of both sides were evenly matched. But after the Supreme Elder's defeat, the Nianling Sect has been continuously suppressed and encroached upon by the Wasteland Sword Sect over the past century. Some of their original supporters have been taken away, leaving only a few cities within a few hundred miles to pay tribute to the Nianling Sect.

Life has become increasingly difficult.

If it weren't for the Nianling Sect's deep foundation, they might have already fallen to a second-rate power in the Withered Cloud Province.

But now that their arch-enemy Huang Li has broken through to the Tribulation Crossing stage first, he can hardly imagine the outcome.

And that outcome could very well be the destruction of the Nianling Sect!

"Supreme Elder..." Zhu Ling's voice trembled as he spoke with difficulty, "If I can obtain an eighth-grade pill from that senior, can you break through to the Tribulation Crossing stage?"

"Certainly, even if it's not a 'Tribulation Breaking Pill,' just the pure medicinal power of any eighth-grade pill would be enough for me to refine and break through the Tribulation Crossing stage without any problem!"

The Supreme Elder nodded slightly, his tone quite certain.

"Huang Li needs at least a month to stabilize his realm. If that senior in Cloud Spirit City is willing to take out an eighth-grade pill for his disciple, then our Nianling Sect still has a chance!"

Zhu Ling gritted his teeth and said, "Please rest assured, Supreme Elder, I will definitely obtain it!"

For the sake of the Nianling Sect, as the sect master, he must carefully consider what to do.

...

Cloud Spirit City, late at night.

Gu Heng was in the backyard, washing and hanging clothes.

Qin Yiyao, that little girl, had finished her bath and left her clothes and undergarments scattered in the room, not bothering to tidy up. Gu Heng had to pick them up and wash them himself.

As her master, he was more like a servant, taking care of her three meals a day, refining medicine for her, and assisting her in body training. This young man in his early twenties lived like a young widower with a daughter.

However, Gu Heng found joy in it.

Two people living together is better than being alone. Having a pretty little sweetheart around is also pleasing to the eye, isn't it?

While he was busy, the street outside the Medicine Hall was already filled with killing intent!

On the nearly dark street, two graceful figures were fleeing, while five or six murderous shadows pursued them relentlessly.

Two young women were running for their lives.

The speed of those shadows was astonishing, and they coordinated seamlessly, always pouncing just as the two figures were about to escape their line of sight, and each strike was merciless!

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, one of the women was sent flying, rolling twice on the ground before struggling for a moment, unable to get up again, clearly seriously injured!

"Haha!"

Seeing this, the shadows burst into excited laughter, accelerating their pursuit. Meanwhile, the woman with blood at the corner of her mouth raised her head, revealing a beautiful and simple face.

"Still daring to run, daring to eavesdrop on our Qingfeng Treasure Hall's information. If we don't take your lives today, we won't be able to explain it!"

The speaker was a man.

Dressed in a black robe, his face was shadowed, and a hint of ruthlessness was evident between his brows, clearly not a kind person.

He led these murderous assassins!

"Little Mu, you must go quickly, find a chance to return to the Treasure Hall, and inform Miss Nine!"

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The fallen woman urged urgently.

"Don't say that, get up quickly!"

The woman called Little Mu by her companion returned, helping the injured woman up, stubbornly saying, "If we lose you, Miss will be very sad."

"Sigh..."

The seriously injured woman named Little Yu sighed and shook her head, "You really are..."

They couldn't worry about much else, continuing to support each other, struggling to escape from the assassins' clutches. They hadn't yet noticed the large building at the end of the street, with a plaque bearing four large characters... "Gu Family Medicine Hall."

Gu Heng had just finished washing the clothes, hanging them out to dry, and returned to the front hall, intending to check the accounts and see how many patients had come today and how much money he had earned. But then he heard the increasingly close sounds from outside the front yard.

Chaos, shouting.

The little silver cat resting on top of the medicine cabinet silently raised its head—Su Jinxi looked at the half-open door, flicking her cat tail.

There was killing intent approaching.

But it wasn't directed at the Medicine Hall.

"Why is it so noisy in the middle of the night? The neighbors will come out and scold us."

Gu Heng helplessly put down the account book, rubbing his forehead as he walked out of the house.

He came to the front yard and opened the courtyard door.

Outside on the ground, two young women were already in a sorry state, their clothes disheveled. One of them was pale, barely breathing, clearly having lost too much blood and seriously injured.

"This..."

He looked at the two desperate young women, then at the dim street ahead.

Five masked men in black, holding short daggers, also surrounded them.

"..."

Gu Heng's eyelid twitched violently.

What kind of trouble had he stumbled upon again?