Chapter 91: The Holy Master Arrives!

  Ling Wushuang held her hands together, her face calm and composed.

  But it must be admitted that the power of this Poison Saint is much stronger than that of Bone Saint. Such a terrifying force only left him lightly injured, without harming his vital organs.

  Ling Wushuang casually threw out three black marbles, which were actually made of the precious Yan Luo black soil bought from the black market that day. That ordinary-looking black thing was not ordinary Xuan Shui black soil, but rather, it was even more valuable than Zi Jin Sha - Yan Luo black soil!

  "Ling Wushuang, I'm going to kill you!" The Poison Saint had been holding back for several months, and at this moment, it was like a volcanic eruption, his face as black as coal, his breathing urgent and disorderly, one loud roar shook the entire Imperial Academy.

  The Poison Saint completely lost his mind, raised his hand and a thick deep green wind blade flew towards Ling Wusuo's head, without any regard for the innocent bystanders.

  "Musou, quick dodge!"

  "Musou Miss!"

  Different voices from all sides gathered together, carrying thick worries.

  "Go to hell!" The Poison Saint's face was ferocious, his entire body bursting with dark energy, as if he couldn't wait to strip the flesh from the bones of the person in front of him, showing no mercy whatsoever.

  Just as this attack was about to reach Ling Wu Shuang, it mysteriously dissipated.

  A flash of red light suddenly appeared behind Ling Wushuang, and just as she was about to dodge, she saw this situation and her figure paused, also raising an eyebrow in surprise. What's going on? She didn't think the Poison Saint would suddenly retreat.

  "Three elders, still not stopping"

  In the air, a voice came slowly, the night was dim, several lights and shadows flashed, and a brown-robed figure flew down with ease.

  Du Sheng heard this voice, his whole body stiffened, and his dark face twisted a few times.

  "He detestably" He fiercely swung his tattered sleeve robe, and with a humph, he turned his head away, but forcibly restrained himself from making another move.

  "Pay respects to the Holy Master"

  Shengnu Bai Qian, from head to toe, was very calm and collected. Seeing this figure, she lifted her skirt, curved her slender waist, and bowed respectfully.

  A man in a brown golden robe, looking around thirty or forty years old, with an ordinary face, but his whole body exudes an aura that makes people dare not look straight at him. His body also carries a faint bookish air, making it hard to imagine that this is the current master of the Holy Hall.

  "Holy Lord!"

  The people around suddenly had an epiphany, and it turned out to be the Holy Master!

  "After reacting to 'paying respects to the Holy Master', everyone couldn't help but bow and pay their respects. In the Starry Sky Continent, the status of the Sacred Temple is above that of the four nations. The Holy Master is equivalent to the Emperor of the Sacred Temple, or in other words, the Master of the Sacred Temple is the Emperor of the world!"

  "Long live the Holy Emperor!"

  For a time, the vast imperial school grounds were filled with the sound of knocking and bowing, one wave rising and falling, another wave rising again.

  The head of the Jiang family knelt on the ground, his face filled with extreme joy. It's great, the Holy Master has personally taken action! Ling Wushuang is definitely going to die now. As long as Ling Wushuang dies, won't this Eastern Territory be theirs, the Jiang family's?!

  Thinking of this, Jiang Yang suddenly became excited and his face turned red with ears burning, he was so happy that he couldn't help but tremble all over.

  "The Holy Master's grand arrival, I'm afraid we didn't welcome you from afar, please forgive our sins." Dong Lin Wang Nan Gong Qi sat quietly in the main seat, never interfering with the affairs of the four major families. Now that he saw the Holy Master arrive, he hastily stood up, joined his hands together, and bowed slightly.

  The Holy Master stepped down, nodded slightly, and naturally accepted the worship of all parties. Finally, he only raised his hand slightly towards Saintess Bai Qian and expressionlessly spat out two words, "Very good".

  Bai Qian's lips curved slightly upwards, she stood up leisurely, and smiled out two shallow dimples.

  The Poison Saint's face turned even uglier, and he glared at the Holy Maiden with a fierce gaze, as if daring her to ruin his plans. However, he merely glared at her, seemingly restrained from getting angry due to the presence of the Holy Master.

  The Holy Lord's gaze towards the Poison Saint was cold and stern.

  "I—" Poison Saint was about to open his mouth to explain, but met the icy gaze of the Holy Master, and reluctantly shut his mouth.

  This Ling Wu Xiong is really detestable, he was also really fed up, that's why he made his move.

  The Holy Master hummed softly, his eyes flashing with a hint of interest, but he didn't bother to acknowledge anyone else. He walked slowly towards the direction of the Ling family crowd, his footsteps steady and deliberate. As he stopped in front of them, his gaze locked onto the source of the white-robed figure's voice, his hands clasped behind his back. "You," he asked, "are you Ling Wushuang?"

  A cold voice, unable to discern what emotion it is, no joy, nor anger.

  Ling Tian and Ling Moqiu were immediately on guard, suddenly feeling weak all over, as if trapped in a swampy mud pit, unable to speak easily, let alone summon their mystical powers. They were shocked, wondering why this was happening?

  Ling Wushuang raised her eyes and met the gaze of the Holy Master, a faint smile escaped her lips as she replied: "Do people from your Sacred Hall always like to ask unnecessary questions?"

  Whoever comes here must first confirm her surname and name.

  The people around, hearing such disrespectful words, suddenly felt their legs go weak. Even Donglin Wang, who was standing next to him, desperately made eye contact with Ling Wushuang, warning him that the person in front of them was not someone to be trifled with, and one misstep could bring disaster to the entire Donglin.

  However, when Holy Master heard Ling Wu Xiang's words, he didn't show much anger, his expression unchanged, as if he chuckled softly twice.

  "Ling Wushuang, you're quite bold!" The Poison Saint beside him immediately spoke out in anger.

  He then turned to the Holy Master, bowed with both hands, and stared at Ling Wu with a fierce gaze. "Holy Master," he said in a harsh tone, "Ling Wu has killed three of our sect's elders and disciples, including Xuan Ming and Xian Er, who fell victim to her poisonous hand. She has also repeatedly insulted our sect. I beg the Holy Master to make a just decision and punish her on the spot!"

  In the end, Poison Saint's eyes turned crimson red, if he didn't kill Ling Wushuang today, he would never give up.

  The people around were shocked, never expecting that the previous Holy Maiden, Shuixian'er, had actually died at the hands of Ling Wusuo. Although it was unclear whether this was true or not, Poison Saint said so, there must be some basis for it!

  "Is there such a thing?" The Holy Master said as if he knew nothing about it, his eyebrows furrowed and looked at Ling Wushuang.

  "It's true," Poison Saint said gritting his teeth, "Ling Wusong humiliated the reputation of our Holy Hall in public. Everyone present can bear witness."

  He's made such a mess of things, and that's the best evidence!

  The people around were very dissatisfied with Du Sheng's words, secretly scolding him for being sinister and shameless. What did the Four Families' ranking competition have to do with the Holy Temple? He was the one who had inserted himself into it, clearly bringing trouble upon himself, yet in the end he still wanted to shift all the blame onto others. However, due to the presence of the Holy Master, everyone dared not speak out.

  The Holy Master nodded, his hands clasped behind his back, and turned his gaze to Ling Wushuang, asking: "Ling Wushuang, do you confess?"

  "What a joke, what crime have I committed?" Ling Wu Shuang couldn't help but laugh at these people who had been high up for too long, being chased after by others, and were even more self-righteous than one another.

  "The arrogant little brat, how dare he be disrespectful to the Holy Master!" The Poison Saint added fuel to the fire beside him.

  The Holy Lord's eyes narrowed slightly, he had some concerns and didn't want to make a move in public, but unexpectedly, this young Ling Wusuo was even more arrogant than what he had heard, if that was the case, then don't blame him for not showing mercy.

  The reputation of the Holy Hall in front of people all over the world cannot be ruined by a small Ling Wu Xiang!

  "Ling Wusong, you dare to be disrespectful to me in front of everyone, do you know what crime this is!" With a determined mind, the Holy Master spoke at the same time, a powerful aura suppressed and quietly emerged, like a rushing river, pouring down on Ling Wusong's head!

  Ling Wushuang's knees suddenly went soft, and on his shoulders, it was as if a mountain was pressing down. He gritted his teeth fiercely, barely managing not to fall to the ground immediately. The Holy Master's power was several times higher than that of the Poison Saint.

  "Peerless" Ling Jing Tian and Ling Mo Qiu cast worried glances at each other.

  "It's better this way." The Holy Master waved his hand behind him, and his sleeve shook slightly as he chuckled twice. "I've also heard about your entanglement with the disciples of the Sacred Hall. Who is right or wrong has not been investigated yet. You come back to the Sacred City with me, and I will temporarily not pursue the crimes of the Ling family. The truth will be revealed in the end, and I will give a fair result. What do you think?"

  The Holy Master's tone was calm and severe, clearly having already made a decision, simply informing you of it.

  "Don't bully people too much, it's just the Holy Temple, my Ling family will be afraid of you?!" Ling Qingtian was immediately enraged. Can he and the people from the Holy Temple still have their lives intact?

  "Ling Kongtian, consider the consequences before speaking." Du Sheng chuckled to himself and interjected, "The Holy Master has already shown mercy, you should be grateful."

  Ling Wushuang's clear eyes darkened, and she gave a backward glance at Ling Qingtian and Ling Moqiu. Suddenly, she gritted her teeth and enunciated each word, "I'm going to...".

  However, just as Ling Wushuang was about to make a desperate move, a jade-like hand suddenly appeared on his shoulder, and his body instantly felt light, the oppressive aura released by the Holy Master also dissipated immediately.

  "Sheng Lin, I am Tian Ye's disciple! Your Sacred Hall can't bully me!"

  A sound suddenly burst into the sky, echoing in everyone's ears, warm and elegant, yet with an unstoppable force.

  "Teacher!" Ling Wu Xuan turned around, following the hand on his shoulder to the person beside him, and met those dark, ink-black eyes that held a hint of a smile. His clear eyes sparkled instantly.

  "...Tian Ye Yun..." Seeing the person beside Ling Wu Shuang, the Holy Master's face turned somewhat unsightly, his hand in his sleeve clenched into a fist, and he glared fiercely at the Poison Saint beside him. Trash! Tian Ye Yun wasn't in seclusion?!

  The venomous saint was stunned, new hatred added to old grudges, seeing the sky and night clouds in front of him, his face could not look good.

  "Is Tonight's Adult"

  The people around them looked at each other in twos and threes, this is going to be a good show. Even if the Heavenly Night Lord were here, it's unlikely that he could take Ling Wu away, and besides, the relationship between the Heavenly Night Lord and the Holy Temple isn't very good. In fact, he had even killed three of the Holy Temple's elders in front of the Holy Master.

  Ling Lao Ye Zi and Ling Mo Qiu exchanged a glance, and suddenly felt a great relief.

  Tian Ye Yun's eyes locked onto Ling Wu Shuang, a faint smile on his face. He put down his hand and took a step forward, appearing before the Holy Master in an instant.

  Two figures stood facing each other, and the elegant and noble face of Tianye suddenly turned cold. "Sheng Lin, you're getting more and more brazen," he said in a chilly tone. "Is it true that the people of Sheng Tang only know how to bully the weak?"

  "Sky Night Cloud, it's actually you!" Sheng Lin's face was furious, without any warning, a sword light suddenly burst out from his body and struck Sky Night Cloud with the intention to kill!

  Tian Ye Yun's face was expressionless, his elegant features calm and collected. The sleeves of Tian Qing's long robe fluttered without wind, and with a single swipe, he effortlessly dispelled the dark energy, as easily as brushing away dust.

  "You—" Sheng Lin was shocked back a step by an invisible force, his eyes wide with incredulous surprise, "You actually broke through!"

  "No, no, that's not right—" Sheng Lin hesitated for a moment. This world didn't have the divine energy of the gods, and Tian Ye Yun couldn't possibly break through. However, as another peak ninth-grade deity...

  "Next God, you've actually broken through!" Sheng Lin couldn't maintain his calm demeanor, his face filled with unwillingness. Tian Ye Yun had actually reached the Next God level, stepping into the realm of gods, only one step away! How could this be?!

  "What?" The Poison Saint's face was as black as coal, but it could still be vaguely seen that the skin under the black coal had been stimulated to a deep red, with jealousy, unwillingness, and anger... various emotions appeared alternately in his eyes.

  "Next God?" Ling Wu Shuang was slightly surprised. Tian Ye teacher had actually broken through, but it seemed to be different from the God level.

  The people around were even more shocked and speechless, Tianye had actually broken through. Although they didn't know what level the next god was, but with a "god" character on it, and compared to the holy stage, that's a qualitative leap, fundamentally incomparable!

  Sheng Lin's face was calm and quiet, "Tian Ye Yun, even if it is like this, your disciple killed people from my Holy Hall, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

  The night sky stood faintly in front of the two, and the ink-black pupils scanned the disheveled Poison Saint, saying coldly: "Sheng Lin, Bai Zhan Tian has made a move against my disciple three times already. Shouldn't I settle this account with you as well?"

  Sheng Lin's face changed, but his attitude became much more gentle, and he replied: "As for this matter, I have only heard a little about it, who is right or wrong has not been investigated clearly, so we cannot make a conclusion hastily."

  Everyone secretly laughed, indeed it was a matter of who had the power and who was the boss. Just now, taking advantage of the teacher's absence, they bullied his disciple. Now that Tianye Daren has arrived, even if it were the Holy Master himself, those with insufficient strength would have to show some restraint.

  "Really?" Ling Wu Xuan heard this and burst out laughing, walking slowly from behind to stand beside Tian Ye Yun, smiling faintly as he looked at Sheng Lin and asked: "Then may I ask, were you just inviting me to have tea and chat in the Holy City?"

  The surroundings suddenly burst into bursts of stifled laughter, and Ling Wu Shuang really didn't let go of any opportunity to take advantage.

  Sheng Lin's face stiffened, and even his usual composure was almost lost. The poisonous Saint's temper flared up, and he couldn't bear it anymore. He took a step forward, gritting his teeth and saying: "Ling Wu Shuang, don't think you can be reckless just because someone is backing you!"

  Ling Wushuang's eyebrows rose slightly, and before she even spoke, Tian Yeyun's elegant face turned slightly cold. With a light wave of his long sleeve, he raised his hand, and his slender fingers grasped at the air!

  Without warning, the Poison Saint was lifted into the air, his neck locked in an invisible grip, his legs kicking wildly like a frog, his scarlet eyes bulging out of their sockets!

  "My goodness"

  Everyone trembled with fear, the Poison Saint of the Holy Temple, a high-ranking saint, was actually tossed into the air by Lord Tianye like a small chicken, without any ability to fight back.

  No wonder Ling Wu Shuang is so violent, doesn't this mean that a master must have his own disciples!？

  Ling Wushuang's mouth twitched, and it turned out that Tianye teacher's gentleness was just a facade. Ling Wushuang stood lazily to one side, even shaking his head shamelessly, thinking to himself that this was too violent, not good, not good at all.

  "Hahaha" the Poison Saint's two hands desperately clutched at his throat, amidst the rumbling sounds, he could only let out a dull, stifled "gag gag" sound like an old hen.

  "Tianye Yun, don't be too arrogant!" Sheng Lin gazed at the Poison Saint falling from mid-air, his hand clenched in his sleeve, turning pale, yet he didn't make a move.

  The pale face of the Holy Maiden Bai Qian also changed color, she lifted her skirt and walked out, softly pleading: "Tian Ye, Master is just temporarily angry, that's why he said it like that. This matter, your disciple also has prior fault."

  As a junior saintess Bai Qian, speaking up for him without losing face, and showing her gentle and understanding nature, was the most suitable thing to do.

  The night sky was cold and unforgiving as Tian Ye's eyes swept past, his five fingers tightening suddenly in the empty air. With a swift motion, he raised his arm, and the Poison Saint's entire body flew out instantly, slamming heavily onto the ground several zhang away, sending up a cloud of dust. The sound of cracking echoed through the air as layer upon layer of dense, maze-like cracks spread rapidly from beneath him, stretching several zhang wide, resembling an enormous spider web.

  The movement of Tian Ye Yun was like a loud slap in the face, fiercely slapping the face of Sheng Nu Bai Qian!

  Seeing this scene, Bai Qian quickly gasped, her beautiful eyes widened, and she stood stupidly in place, stiffening her mouth, unable to say a word.

  "Poison Saint is dead!?" Looking at the Poison Saint lying not far away, with his eyes wide open and unblinking, the people around him gasped in shock. Tian Ye had actually killed another Elder of the Sacred Hall right in front of the Holy Master!

  "Tiān yè yún..." Shèng Lín's face had turned a deep crimson color, and he spat out the words one by one.

  Tian Ye Yun let out a low hum, took a step forward with his sleeve fluttering behind him, and said in a deep voice: "Too much nonsense is useless. Whoever dares to touch my disciple's hair will not be spared by me, Tian Ye Yun, no matter if it's the Sacred Hall or anyone else!"

  A faint sentence in the night sky, pampering, caring, firm... all kinds of emotions overflowing from words, listening to Ling Wu's heart warming up, cherry red lips slowly curved.

  This feeling is hard to describe, it's different from others, just like... It's like a fatherly feeling! Makes you feel like a child, can rely on.

  Sheng Lin's chest rose and fell without stopping, his gaze withdrew from Du Sheng, and he suddenly smiled.