coobybook Chapter 225 I Need a Reason to Hit You
Chapter 225 I Need a Reason to Hit You
Leng Huan paused for a second: "..."
We've just come out of quarantine, shall we have some people to celebrate?
Okay, okay, big brother.
Fu Xun tore open a spatial rift and flew in with Leng Huan. In an instant, the two disappeared, and the spiritual energy of the Cloud Palace dissipated, gradually fading away.
The sacred land of Chiang Rai is located in the western part of the Northern Sea Continent, bordering the Chen Kingdom. It is a major local power, occupying the best territory and possessing the most resources.
At this moment in the main hall, the Holy Lord was discussing with other high-ranking officials the attack on their neighbor, Holy Snow Valley, a thousand miles away, and the subsequent division of spoils.
"The once harsh and cold Holy Snow Valley has been turned into a thriving place by them. Who would believe they don't have some secret treasure? I thought they were a small force, but I didn't expect them to be such a tough nut to crack."
"Yes, it's incredible that they were able to withstand such a fierce attack for half a month..."
"Hmph, I think it's simply Zhan Feng's incompetence!"
"Enough!" Seeing the elders arguing and shifting blame, the Holy Lord finally couldn't help but slam his hand on the table to stop them. "You all know that the spiritual veins of the Holy Land's spirit mines and spirit herb gardens are gradually drying up. Stop arguing and think of a way to take them down as soon as possible—"
"what happened?!"
Suddenly, a tremor from afar interrupted the Holy Lord's words. A loud rumble resounded, and when he probed with his divine sense, his expression changed drastically.
"Oh no! Who is attacking the mountain gate formation?!"
"Defend against the enemy immediately!"
At the sacred gate of Chiang Rai, a massive foundation stone has stood for thousands of years, yet someone is now attacking it.
When the Holy Lord and the elders arrived, what they saw was Fu Xun raising his hand and striking the stone tablet, causing it to tremble violently.
The sound was terrifying. This great formation was the foundation of the formation set up by the founding ancestor, and it was said to be able to withstand the attacks of Mahayana cultivators.
However, this ancient foundation stone, perhaps due to its age, is now shaking under the attack of the crimson figure. Logically speaking, it should be impossible for anyone other than a Mahayana cultivator to shake it!
"Who are you?!" The Holy Lord, his face dark, pointed his magical whisk at the uninvited guest.
At this moment, Leng Huan flew over from a distance and stopped beside Fu Xun. The two stood side by side above the gate of Qinglai Mountain.
"You have three breaths to ask the Nascent Soul Elder to come out of seclusion, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless." After glancing at her, Fu Xun's voice swayed and carried out, containing spiritual pressure like the resounding voice of the Great Dao, spreading throughout the Holy Land.
The Holy Lord was greatly alarmed, realizing that the two of them were Grand Masters of the Fusion Stage.
Three breaths! Please, Elder Fusion Realm cultivator, you only need one breath to send a message. Elder Fusion Realm cultivators can arrive in an instant after emerging from seclusion. How arrogant this person is!
The Holy Lord honestly sent a message requesting the Elder of the Union to emerge from seclusion.
Upon seeing Leng Huan, the Grand Elder in the dark purple robe behind the Holy Lord recognized her and was filled with shock. This couple was actually a combined entity! He couldn't help but regret not hiding far away and going into seclusion.
A beautiful female cultivator's voice, carrying an oppressive aura, rang out: "The feud is settled. It's either you or me. Of course, I've heard you've been bullying the neighboring Holy Snow Valley all day long. They've had it tough too!"
It turned out that Leng Huan felt he should find a good reason to attack the sacred land of Chiang Rai, so he dragged Fu Xun to the distant neighboring village of Shengxue Valley. After discussing it for a long time, they decided to attack the sacred land of Chiang Rai in the name of "friends".
This is a fight against bullying and robbery... well, a fight for justice!
The people of the Holy Land were shocked. Holy Snow Valley had actually invited help?
"Who dares to provoke my holy land—" Another booming voice came. The voice was very distant a second ago, but the next second the elder who had just emerged from seclusion was already in front of everyone.
"You don't need to waste words, I don't need a reason to beat you up." Fu Xun had already lost his patience and wanted to finish the fight and go back as soon as possible.
The Holy Lord bowed to the Elder of the Fusion Realm, as if indicating that he had a powerful backer: "Grand Elder, these two are reinforcements invited by Holy Snow Valley!"
When the elders of the Fusion Sect saw Fu Xun and Leng Huan, they remained calm on the surface, but they were already sweating a little inside.
He had initially thought it was just a combined cultivator or a sect being besieged, but now that he saw two powerful combined cultivators, he was no longer confident.
But given his status as an elder who had been offered resources by the holy land for thousands of years, he could not desert his post; otherwise, inner demons would fester, and he would have no hope of achieving the Great Dao.
After thinking it over, he could only hope that the female cultivator was a paper tiger and could be defeated by the Holy Lord and several Nascent Soul cultivators.
After thinking it over, the Grand Elder raised his hand and launched a counterattack against Fu Xun. His figure was as fast as lightning.
Leng Huan looked at the four Nascent Soul cultivators and sneered. They wanted to gang up on her? They were ugly and dreaming. She sent a telepathic message to the people of Holy Snow Valley who were hiding thirty miles away: Come and take revenge.
After she tore open space with one hand and devoured the overwhelming attacks of several Nascent Soul cultivators, the people of Holy Snow Valley appeared on the battlefield.
The Valley Master of Holy Snow, clad in a platinum robe, was also a Nascent Soul cultivator, followed by two other Nascent Soul cultivators. His voice echoed throughout the entire area: "Your Chiang Rai Holy Land has committed many unrighteous acts and will surely perish! Kill!"
The Holy Lord of Chiang Rai was greatly surprised, thinking that the Holy Snow Valley had paid a huge price to bring the two together, but he did not expect that they had come on their own.
The two valley masters led their men into a fierce battle. In such a battle, even the Nascent Soul disciples dared not easily intervene, and the lower-level disciples stayed far away.
Leng Huan deliberately targeted that purple-robed Nascent Soul elder to beat him up. This old guy had a variety of ways to save his life. It took her a whole incense stick's time to knock him down into the mountains with a single palm strike, which directly smashed a rock into a large crater.
The Nascent Soul elder, trapped in the stone wall, was barely clinging to life. His Nascent Soul stage body was indeed formidable; his body was relatively intact, though his meridians were severed, his chest bones were shattered, his dantian was broken, and his remaining spiritual energy began to dissipate.
He vomited mouthfuls of blood as if it were free; he was dying, his time was up. Two years ago, he knew he wouldn't get away with it...
After waiting for a long time, Leng Huan thought the elder would say something, but he remained silent.
After a burst of ashes, Leng Huan silently collected all of Elder Qinglai's storage artifacts.
"Therefore, it is very important to educate the younger generation in the family well, after all, the strong are in charge here."
If she hadn't been the only one taking care of the children back then, this person would have died long ago.
Fu Xun and the Nascent Soul cultivator were already more than ten miles apart on the battlefield, fighting further and further away. The Valley Master of Holy Snow Valley and the Valley Master of Qinglai Valley were also evenly matched. Leng Huan was going to help Fu Xun.
But she found that he was overwhelming the elder in the Integration Realm and was thinking of finishing the battle quickly... She made a hand seal, and the Cold Crystal Sword shone brightly, carrying immense pressure as it slashed towards the elder in the Integration Realm.
...
The outcome of this "justice" battle was a foregone conclusion.
Saint Snow Valley avenged its previous humiliation, not only averting the crisis of annihilation but also gaining territory in the sacred land of Chiang Rai.
“Since you two seniors have no intention of establishing a sect here, we will leave the heritage and years of accumulation of this sacred land of Chiang Rai to you.”
"Valley Master, you're too kind. We already have a tradition, and I need to accumulate it over the years." Leng Huan got straight to the point and didn't mince words, revealing that she didn't care for the tradition of the Chiang Rai Holy Land.
The Valley Master of Holy Snow opposite them was a thin middle-aged man. Their robes were white with gold snow and moon patterns embroidered on them. Perhaps because they were similar to the Leng family's patterns, Leng Huan couldn't help but take a closer look.
The Sacred Snow Valley is located thousands of miles west of the sacred site of Chiang Rai. It was once a desolate place, with a mountain range running between them, separating the two regions.
The Sacred Snow Valley has become a prosperous snow-covered region in the last thousand years. Yes, a very prosperous snow-covered region, with a magical snow city standing in the valley.
"We feel really bad about this, we've taken advantage of you..."
Who could complain about having too much inheritance? After a moment's thought, the Valley Master suddenly took out a ring. "This is our reward to thank you two seniors. It contains some materials and spiritual herbs produced exclusively by our clan. We hope you two won't find them too expensive."
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