Chapter 26: In Memory of the Ice Phoenix Sect’s Saintess

Chapter 26: Remembering the Saintess of the Ice Phoenix Sect

Recalling the Saintess of the Ice Phoenix Sect, a look of nostalgia appeared on Ye Yun's face. That little girl was truly beautiful, with a figure that curved in all the right places and a face that could put the moon to shame. However, she spent her days with an icy, cold expression, as if one owed her money, which was incredibly annoying. Because of this, Ye Yun would often tease her whenever he had the chance. The two eternal-level sects had a highly strained relationship, frequently engaging in major battles over such provocations. Fortunately, both sides exercised restraint, avoiding a total, all-out war that would have depleted their strength. Otherwise, had these two colossal eternal sects clashed, the entire Cangnan Continent likely could not have withstood the devastation of that war.

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Upon reaching the third floor, Luo Li grabbed a waiter, asked for an available private room, and walked in first. Finding the room elegant, she turned back to Ye Yun with a smile: "Ancestor, the environment in this private room is quite good. Shall we dine here?"

"Very well." Ye Yun nodded and stepped inside.

Jun Moxiao stood at the doorway, arms crossed over his sword, looking vigilant. Luo Li went into the room and stood beside Ye Yun, smiling obediently: "Ancestor, what would you like to eat? I shall go order for you."

Ye Yun smiled: "No need for such trouble. Just have them bring up all the signature dishes."

"Understood, Ancestor." Luo Li turned and hurried out to instruct the waiter.

Ye Yun's gaze pierced through the wall, and seeing Jun Moxiao standing at the door like he was facing a great enemy, he couldn't help but find it amusing.

"Jun Moxiao, no need to stand there like a wooden stake. Come in," Ye Yun commanded.

Jun Moxiao remained firm, shaking his head: "Ancestor, please enjoy your meal first. I am worried someone might come to seize the room."

Seeing Jun Moxiao's unwavering loyalty, Ye Yun let it be. For a True God-level being like Ye Yun, the desire to eat human food was merely to reminisce about his time on Earth.

At this moment, Luo Li trotted back in and stood beside Ye Yun.

"Luo Li, come and sit down to eat something as well."

"Ancestor, I am not hungry at all. I truly have no interest in worldly food." Luo Li waved her hands repeatedly, her face flushing slightly. In truth, she had already consumed a Dragon-Tiger Pill on the road. The pill's potency was intense, and it still left her feeling uncomfortably bloated, making it impossible for her to eat anything.

"Very well." Ye Yun naturally understood, smiling faintly without exposing her.

Soon, various exquisite dishes were served. Ye Yun noticed casually that the waiter looked panicked, as if he felt a deep terror regarding this private room. Ye Yun leisurely began to enjoy his worldly meal. It seemed the person who had reserved this room held an unusual status, enough to strike fear into the waiter.

Ye Yun's heart suddenly stirred, his gaze falling to the cashier on the first floor. The old proprietor of the tavern was currently as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Just then, several youths clad in blood-colored robes walked in. They were valiant and extraordinary, each exuding a murderous aura as if shrouded in the scent of fresh blood. They were clearly not people to be trifled with.

"Proprietor, on which floor is the private room?"

The leader of the group, a youth with a face like white jade, was only seventeen or eighteen years old. Despite his youth, he already possessed the cultivation of the sixth level of the Yuanhai Realm. The old proprietor's face turned grim. He hurried forward, smiling obsequiously: "Young Master Bai, you have come just in time. There are three unreasonable guests upstairs who have occupied your room."

"What? Someone dares to occupy my room?" Before the youth surnamed Bai could speak, the others behind him grew indignant.

"Interesting!" A cold, eerie light emanated from Bai Yufeng's face. He sneered, "Very well! In Guyun City, someone actually dares to snatch a room reserved by my Blood-Clad Sect!"

"Brother Bai, let us go up and see who is so blind. We must break their legs!" one youth said, his eyes blood-red and brimming with murderous intent.

"Let's go!" Bai Yufeng snorted heavily and led his junior brothers to the third floor.

"Waiter, where is our room?" As soon as he reached the floor, Bai Yufeng grabbed the waiter at the top of the stairs. Seeing the blood-robed youths, the waiter turned pale with fright and quickly pointed in a certain direction.

Bai Yufeng looked over and saw a youth standing at the door of the room, arms crossed over his sword, looking vigilant. He scanned the person up and down, noting that his cultivation was not low—the fourth level of the Yuanhai Realm. But what did that matter? Their Blood-Clad Sect was one of the top ten forces in the Guyun Dynasty, and all of them were in the Yuanhai Realm. There was even a branch of the Blood-Clad Sect in Guyun City.

Bai Yufeng had not expected someone to snatch a room on his own turf; it was a blatant slap to the face of the Blood-Clad Sect. A surge of anger flared up. With a gloomy expression, he strode forward.

At this moment, Jun Moxiao also saw the group. A cruel smile appeared on his youthful face. The visitors were actually disciples of the notorious Blood-Clad Sect.

"You dare to snatch this room?" Bai Yufeng stopped three meters away, touching the hilt of his sword, staring coldly at Jun Moxiao.

"First come, first served. How can you call it snatching?" Jun Moxiao lowered his eyelids, remaining calm.

"They dare to defy the Blood-Clad Sect! Kill him!" the disciples beside him roared. They drew their swords one after another and charged at Jun Moxiao.

"Junior brother, I shall assist you!" Luo Li suddenly charged out with her sword. Working in tandem with Jun Moxiao, they manipulated sword lights and lunged into the fray.

Two against seven. In an instant, a great battle erupted. Jun Moxiao faced Bai Yufeng, while Luo Li took on the other six disciples.

*Swoosh! Swoosh!*

Sword lights flew. Accompanied by cries of agony, the disciples of the Blood-Clad Sect were struck, blood gushing from their wounds. They were no match. Because of the surging sword energy, most of the tables, chairs, and rooms on the third floor were destroyed. The tavern's losses were catastrophic.

"Who are you people?" Clutching the bleeding hole in his shoulder, Bai Yufeng stared at the young man and woman in shock. Though their cultivation realms were not high, their sword techniques were transcendent. Their combat power was unimaginably high—they were clearly outstanding geniuses cultivated by some major sect.

"Leave your swords and storage rings, and you may crawl away. Otherwise, you won't be leaving at all! Do you understand?" Luo Li brought her Taishang Divine Dragon Sword to her lips, blew on it gently, and a mocking smile appeared on her beautiful face.