Mortal: I am the young sect master of the Thousand Illusions Sect

Chapter 49 The New Cicada Song

On the high platform, witnessing the scene of countless flying boats heading east, Wang Chan's expression suddenly changed drastically. His composure completely collapsed, and he could no longer maintain his previous strong and calm demeanor. He became utterly anxious.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that the Yan family had never shown any intention of submitting. All the maneuvering, concessions, and delays yesterday were just a cover-up for the clan's migration today.

Although he also coveted the Yan family's foundation and resources—a piece of fat meat delivered right to his mouth—Wang Chan knew that whether the Yan family submitted to him or not was never his core objective for this trip.

Although the Yan family's resources are tempting, they become insignificant compared to Yan Ruyan's.

The Blood Spirit Technique of the Ghost Spirit Sect that he cultivated was domineering and unpredictable, with extremely demanding requirements for aptitude.

During his recent cultivation, he had already clearly noticed something amiss. The bloodthirsty resentment accumulating in his body was becoming increasingly violent and unruly, and it had repeatedly almost broken through the mental restraints.

If there is no woman with a Heavenly Spirit Root who can also cultivate the Blood Spirit Great Art to cultivate with and harmonize with him to stabilize his Dao foundation, and he continues to cultivate forcibly, the backlash will come immediately.

Yan Ruyan, with her Heavenly Spiritual Root, was the perfect Daoist partner he had been planning for a long time. She could help him continue to improve his Blood Spirit Great Art and avoid backlash. She was the key to his lifelong Daoist path and the foundation of his cultivation.

With this in mind, Wang Chan fixed his gaze on the vast fleet of flying boats heading east, his eyes frantically scanning the outlines and figures on each boat. He was certain that Yan Ruyan was likely hiding among the Yan family's evacuation group, wanting to migrate with her clan and completely escape his control.

A chilling sense of crisis washed over him, and he dared not delay any longer. He moved closer to the Li brothers, his brow furrowing slightly, and a rapid, cold telepathic message instantly reached their ears: "Quick! Immediately lead men to intercept the Yan family's flying boat fleet!"

"Don't bother the rest of the clansmen. At all costs, find and stop Yan Ruyan before the flying ship sails away!"

Upon hearing this, the Li brothers dared not hesitate. Their bodies suddenly burst with spiritual light, soaring into the sky and transforming into two scarlet streaks of light that tore through the air, heading straight for the Eastern Flying Boat formation to forcibly intercept them.

Just as the two had begun their escape and had not yet fled far, two black streaks of light suddenly shot out from the ground, faster and more ferocious, and intercepted them from the sky!

It was none other than the Chen Clan's Red Serpent Twin Demons.

Tian Buque had already instructed the two to keep a close eye on the movements of the Ghost Spirit Sect members. If they attempted to intercept the flying boat or obstruct the Yan family's evacuation, they should immediately intervene and prevent them from succeeding.

Therefore, the two immediately sensed the Li brothers' intentions and intercepted them without hesitation. Two sharp streaks of light stretched across the sky, blocking the Li brothers' path.

Four beams of light, each representing a Core Formation stage, faced off in mid-air. The two opposing auras, one black and one red, collided violently, causing air currents to surge and spiritual energy to vibrate. The pressure of divine sense instantly filled the entire sky.

With their path completely blocked, the Li brothers' escape light abruptly stopped, their figures hovering in mid-air, their faces instantly turning cold.

The older of the two, Li Gui, stared coldly at the Crimson Serpent Demons with a mocking voice, "Crimson Serpent Demons, get out of the way at once, or don't blame us for showing no mercy and starting a fight!"

One of the Crimson Serpent Demons sneered, his body swirling with crimson light, his arrogance undiminished: "Fellowship? My Joyful Union Sect has no sentiment to speak of with your Ghost Spirit Sect."

"The Yan family's relocation today is their own private matter, perfectly legitimate and rightful. By what right does your Ghost Spirit Sect forcibly obstruct and force them to do what they shouldn't?" Another person followed closely, their tone extremely forceful. "Wang Chan's scheming and attempts to coerce the Yan family are already utterly despicable. Now he even wants to forcibly seize his clansmen. Does he really think there's no one in the world who can deal with your Ghost Spirit Sect?"

Upon hearing this, Li Tong, dressed as a child, suddenly became enraged and retorted sharply, "Yan Ruyan is my young master's betrothed. With the marriage settled, how can the Yan family just leave like that! Your Hehuan Sect has interfered without reason, obstructing our actions. Do you intend to start a full-scale war with my Ghost Spirit Sect?"

"War?" The two demons of the Chen clan exchanged a knowing smile, brimming with confidence. "When has the Joyful Union Sect ever feared the threats of your Ghost Spirit Sect? With the two of us here today, you won't be allowed to take another step forward. If you dare to cross the line, you'll be suppressed on the spot!"

High in the air, the two sides engaged in a fierce verbal battle, each refusing to yield an inch, and a conflict was imminent.

The intense pressure of the Core Formation stage layered upon layer, sweeping across all directions, causing the Foundation Establishment cultivators below to tremble with fear and subconsciously lower their breathing.

On the arena, Wang Chan coldly stared at the four people locked in a stalemate in mid-air, his face sinister and terrifying, his eyes surging with murderous intent.

Knowing that the Li brothers would have difficulty breaking through the obstruction in a short time, he simply stopped hoping that the two would forcibly intercept him. His gaze suddenly locked onto Tian Buque, who was standing calmly below, and he spoke in a cold voice.

"Tian Buque!" Wang Chan's voice was icy, carrying an overwhelming sense of oppression. "My Ghost Spirit Sect and your Joyful Union Sect have always kept to ourselves. Today, I am dealing with the Yan family's private affairs, and you have repeatedly interfered. Do you really intend to oppose my Ghost Spirit Sect?"

Upon hearing this, Tian Buque chuckled lightly, his posture languid and relaxed, completely unafraid of the other party's oppressive threat. A mocking smile played on his lips: "Young Master Wang, the cultivation world is a dog-eat-dog world, where everyone relies on their own methods. What right do you have to interfere in your private affairs?"

"Since the Yan family has never submitted to your Ghost Spirit Sect, they are free. You are attempting to forcibly coerce your clansmen and seize your Daoist partners, acting in a domineering and despicable manner. What harm is there in me simply stopping you as I pass by?"

"You!" Wang Chan was furious at being confronted, but she knew that it was useless to argue with Tian Buque at this moment. The other party was fearless and had the support of the Hehuan Sect. She couldn't control him at all.

He immediately changed the subject, his sharp gaze suddenly locking onto Yan Yan, directing all his anger at the Yan family, his voice ringing out with a blatant threat and coercion.

"Yan Yan!"

A low shout echoed across the mountaintop, silencing all voices in all directions.

Wang Chan's aura surged, his eyes flashing with murderous intent, each word uttered with a resolute determination to fight to the death: "I'll give you one last piece of advice: hand over Yan Ruyan immediately, and this matter will be over. All previous entanglements will be wiped clean!"

"If you insist on hiding and refusing to hand over the person, today my Ghost Spirit Sect will completely sever ties with your Yan family, and from now on, we will be enemies to the death!"

He stepped forward, his aura overwhelming the entire room, his tone utterly contemptuous and domineering, each word piercing the heart.

"Your Yan family is a small cultivation family with only one Core Formation cultivator. It has a shallow foundation and weak power. It no longer has the protection of the seven sects of Yue Kingdom, nor any new major sect to back it up."

"Do you truly deserve the full-scale retaliation of the Ghost Spirit Sect? Daring to forge a blood feud with the Ghost Spirit Sect, after tomorrow, the Yan clan will have no place to stand, and your Yan family's thousand-year heritage will be utterly annihilated!"

As Wang Chan finished speaking, a chilling killing intent enveloped the entire peak. The entire place was deathly silent. All the cultivators held their breath and dared not make the slightest move. It seemed that the Yan family was about to be driven to the brink of despair by this deadly enmity.

Just at this critical moment, a clear and playful laugh suddenly burst out from nowhere. Amplified by a powerful divine sense, it resounded throughout the entire West Mountain, overpowering the howling wind and the chilling aura, and clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Hahaha, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect is quite arrogant, always threatening to annihilate ancient tribes. He is truly domineering and eye-opening."

Before the laughter subsided, the outer layer of the mysterious white flying boat, which had been suspended high in the air and remained completely isolated from the outside world, suddenly dissipated like water mist.

On the flying boat, a tall and handsome young man stepped out first.

Dressed in a flowing gold cloud-silk robe, Su Mixin stood tall and composed, her palm gently holding the hand of a stunningly beautiful woman.

The woman wore a white dress with pink patterns, exuding elegance and otherworldly grace. She appeared to be about eighteen years old, with exquisitely beautiful features and a gentle, refined demeanor. She was none other than Yan Ruyan, whom Wang Chan had been desperately pursuing and was determined to have.

The two stepped out side by side, leaping down into the air with light and graceful movements. They landed steadily and slowly in front of Yan Yan and Tian Buque, standing calmly and instantly stabilizing the situation.

Following closely behind the two, three figures with profound auras and immense power appeared one after another. They were none other than Li Chongyue, Madam Yulan, and Lu Xin, all Core Formation cultivators.

The three stood on either side of Su Mixin's back, their divine senses, imbued with the power of Core Formation cultivators, quietly spreading out and steadily suppressing the surroundings.

Lu Xin, who was at the very end, raised his hand and waved it lightly. The white flying boat in mid-air was casually put into his storage bag. His movements were smooth and fluid, without the slightest hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, the situation on the field was completely reversed.

The Yan family camp, which was originally in a standoff, suddenly gained three more Core Formation stage cultivators to assist them, including two old demons who were late Core Formation stage cultivators. They revealed all their trump cards and their aura completely overwhelmed the Ghost Spirit Sect members on the other side.

On the arena, Wang Chan's murderous aura suddenly froze, his eyes fixed on Su Mixin, who stood calmly in front of him. His pupils contracted, and the ferocity and resentment in his eyes exploded.

He looked at the hand that was holding Yan Ruyan's hand and had a vague guess. Then he looked at the three Core Formation experts behind him and instantly understood the whole plan. All the delays, confrontations, migrations, and ambushes were not Yan Yan's doing at all, but the work of the young man in front of him.

He clenched his teeth, forcing out cold, piercing words, each syllable filled with overwhelming hatred: "So it was you! The one who's been hiding behind the scenes all this time is you!"

"Su—Mi—Xin!"

Hearing Wang Chan's almost blood-stained, heart-wrenching words, Su Mixin's smile suddenly widened, its curve bold and unrestrained, carrying undisguised mockery and sarcasm.

He slowly released his right hand from Yan Ruyan's, and then, under the watchful eyes of countless people, he made a confident and forceful gesture, reaching out directly to firmly embrace the girl's slender and supple waist.

Yan Ruyan's body softened, and she nestled gently against him, obediently fitting in. A faint blush rose to her beautiful face, radiating shyness, yet she did not flinch in the slightest.

Su Mixin raised her eyes, her gaze meeting Wang Chan's furious expression. Her tone was lazy and flippant, full of mockery, as she slowly spoke: "Wang Chan, let me give you a proper introduction."

He turned his head slightly and looked at the girl beside him, his sharpness completely concealed: "This is Yan Ruyan, the junior sister of the young master of the Thousand Illusions Sect, who is about to be accepted as a personal disciple by my mother, Lady Lianyue."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Wang Chan again, all the tenderness in his eyes gone, leaving only a thick, piercing contempt and disdain.

"Wang Chan, you piece of trash, how dare you even dream of and covet my junior sister?"

"Are you worthy?"

"You still want to resort to robbery? Who gave you the guts?"