You've Pushed Your Luck Too Far
The appearance of this group once again drew the attention of the crowd below.
When the people saw this group, they did not react with the same shock as when they saw Long Aotian and the others earlier. Their expressions were completely different - everyone had looks of fear on their faces.
Some people turned pale, while others even retreated a few steps, appearing ready to flee at any moment.
Most of these people had guessed the identities of this group - the Liányu Sect!
One of the top powers on the continent. But this was not the reason for their fear. Rather, it was because this group practiced an evil art - using the corpses of others to forge weapons, crudely known as "corpse instruments"!
One could say that among the top powers of the continent, the sect that could not be provoked was not the Tianzun Pavilion, the Jibao Hall, or the Book Mountain Immortal Academy. It was this Liányu Sect.
Although not the strongest power, they were the most sinister, notorious, and vicious.
They might not be able to defeat you in battle, but they could dig up the graves of your ancestors and refine their corpses into weapons to attack you. And after killing you, they would refine your own corpse into a weapon too!
Who would dare offend such people?
The group blinked and landed on the ground, standing before Murong Yunhai and his companion. Murong Yunhai also recognized their identities - their most distinguishing feature was their complexions, pale as corpses. A few even had coffins strapped to their backs, no doubt containing corpses inside - their "nurtured instruments" much like weapons.
Murong Yunhai's brow furrowed. They had not invited this sort of force here. He did not know if they had come to participate in the sect's inauguration ceremony or to pick a fight. After all, everyone on the continent knew the Liányu Sect's people were trouble.
"Greetings, Seniors. May I ask what brings you here?" Murong Yunhai had already assessed their cultivation levels - the highest was at the ninth level of the Great Terraces of Cultivation, yet appeared no more than fifty years old.
The leader Feng Ye sized up Murong Yunhai with utter disdain. "You're the strongest in this sect? If not, hurry and bring out your strongest to receive us!"
A mere Void Transcendence Peak cultivator - he could spit and that person would die. In Feng Ye's eyes, such trash didn't even have the right to question him. Receiving them here was an insult - this was just a combined sect built by two inconsequential sects. Even if they stumbled upon some fortuitous chance, they were still worthless.
With so many spectators nearby, his sect's conduct required not showing these ants any courtesy, lest they damage their own prestige.
Hearing Feng Ye's arrogant words, Murong Yunhai's brow tightened, suspecting this group had come to make trouble. Of course, his confidence was bolstered - his sect now had three top cultivators from the continent within. Even if they tried to stir up trouble, so what? This was the senior's sect anyway - the senior who could likely kill them with a mere breath.
Murong Yunhai said sternly, "My apologies, but my father is entertaining guests of much greater esteem than yourselves. If you are unsatisfied, you may leave."
Murong Yunhai was highly confident - since these people came to make trouble, he could not show weakness in front of all the outside spectators watching.
Feng Ye did not expect Murong Yunhai's response and paused, thinking the ant would grovel and apologize after his opening words. But it was precisely because of Murong Yunhai's reaction that he laughed instead.
"Tsk tsk, an ant that found an elephant's belongings thinks itself an elephant now?"
Murong Yunhai did not understand Feng Ye's meaning about finding an elephant's belongings, but he grasped the underlying insult - they viewed his sect as ants.
In the senior's eyes, were they not ants themselves? Who was superior to whom?
Murong Yunhai snorted coldly, glancing at Zhang Qingxian. The two retreated a step, instantly passing through the water curtain entrance which suddenly solidified into an impenetrable light screen.
The other party's intentions were clearly malicious, otherwise they would not have such a lofty and insulting attitude from the start. If so, there was nothing more to say.
At this moment, the crowd in the plaza also noticed the Liányu Sect members at the entrance. While unable to hear the conversation, they could sense the situation outside.
Though Murong Gong could not hear what his son and the Liányu Sect said, he saw his son and Zhang Qingxian retreat into the formation which returned to a defensive state. The troublemakers had arrived!
"I didn't expect there would actually be forces coming to make trouble!" Murong Gong's expression darkened. He had thought today would pass smoothly.
He then looked at Long Aotian's trio and said with a wry smile, "It seems we have disruptors. I will not entertain you three any further - please go out and take a look."
With that, he vanished from his spot. Zhang Shaofeng did the same after cupping his fists in salute.
Long Aotian's group had frowned when the Liányu Sect appeared - they did not have a good impression of that sect. However, they had never intentionally offended the Liányu Sect either, as they knew of their notorious reputation - nearly on par with the Jibao Hall as an extension of a major immortal force.
But for the Liányu Sect to actually dare make trouble at the senior's sect! Heh, no matter how sinister this sect was, they would have to face consequences!
This was a great opportunity to deepen their ties with the senior. After all, for the senior, taking action against such trash would be beneath his station.
The three had the same thought and decided to go out and help. Long Aotian, being the fastest, vanished first. Zhen Yan and Teng Er soon followed.
Luo Tianyu and the others watched Long Aotian's trio disappear, glancing at the group by the entrance with amusement. This arrogant Liányu Sect had finally pushed their luck too far - this path they always took had finally narrowed.