I Have Countless Past-life Identities-Chapter 94 - 67: Sending a Letter to Yunluan—Three Schools, Seven Factions; No Weapons Raised, Will Song Chai Xin Yield in Plain Clothes?

The disciples gathered around, still chattering without awareness, unable to grasp the current situation:

"This New Guardian is truly arrogant and reckless. Just last night, he killed the eldest senior disciple of our Martial Arts Hall, and now he still doesn't know the heights of the heavens as he comes to provoke us?"

"Presentation of a challenge, claiming the top spot, huh!"

"Does he know how many Great Innate experts there are in the martial arts sects of the Three Halls and Seven Schools, and how many masters who comprehend the realm?"

One comment follows another.

This made Sword Spine Hall Master Ning Changfeng feel irritated, swishing his sleeve and exiting through the door without even taking a sip of hot tea:

"Such disorder, what kind of standards are these! Go practice martial arts already!"

"That New Guardian is only seventeen years old and has already reached the 'end of the realm' in prominent school fist arts, achieving the ultimate level, with the hope of comprehending a 'Martial Arts Celestial Form' before thirty, capable of dominating a region and standing at the top."

"But what about you?"

"If any of you were even half as capable, as your teacher, I would risk everything to send you to 'Sword Ridge Cliff' to become a true disciple of that generation."

"Hmph!"

The small-framed Sword Spine Hall Master Ning Changfeng stormed off angrily.

In no time at all.

He bumped into two other 'Carefree Realm' experts on Martial Arts Street.

The other two were, respectively, the master of Shaoyang Martial Arts Hall, backed by 'Shaoyang Mountain', Pei Fangchan, and Fang Cang, head of Xuandu Martial Arts Hall, established by the 'Xuandu Sect'.

The former's eyes were murky, appearing quite aged, with loose muscles and bones, looking significantly older than Sword Spine Hall Master Ning Changfeng.

The latter, however, was dressed in a dynamic outfit, at fifty years of age, embodying the peak image of a Martial Artist, potentially with room for further advancement.

The three masters, who could hold up half of Black Mountain's strength, gathered at a deluxe restaurant on Martial Arts Street, booking an entire floor of private rooms to discuss this matter.

In terms of Song Chai Xin's skill level, they, as the most informed individuals in all of Black Mountain, were quite clear.

"The Four Demon and Monster Mansions outside Black Mountain have backgrounds, and in the city, they come and go as they please. This young Guardian has cut off all avenues; we don't need to give him any face, just directly suppress him."

Xuandu Sect's Fang Cang, dressed in black and sporting grey hair and strong eyebrows, raised his hand, his eyes sharp.

Although he hadn't inherited the orthodox blade techniques of the 'Xuandu Sect', he had refined a prominent school level 'Xuandu Palm Blade' to the end of its realm, and considering he had lived decades longer than Song Chai Xin, he was confident in his cultivation.

As a junior more than thirty years his junior, trying to become an Overseas Dragon, unlike Ning Changfeng and Pei Fangchan, Fang Cang, who still had room for progress along the path of Martial Dao, naturally took a fierce stance.

But the Sword Spine Hall Master remained silent, not supporting his words: "I'm old, and just want to retire peacefully here at Black Mountain, unlike your vigorous energies. Even before Zhangsun Pool was beheaded, I turned a blind eye to his actions."

Implied within his words, was the intention to let bygones be bygones, to bow and move on.

Both men simultaneously looked at the Shaoyang Hall Master.

It was heard recently that the Elder Ancestor of Shaoyang Mountain had taken a step forward, with white hair turned into black hair, rejuvenating in his prime, brimming with high spirits.

Even with all the nonsense dogshit matters below, Demon Hunter General Ye Cang, out of fear and balance, ultimately hadn't torn the facade completely apart.

As the Empress has retreated for seclusion in recent years, her presence has faded more and more.

The Northwest Land has become increasingly chaotic with all kinds of monsters and demons running rampant.

At this time, having a Stabilizing Needle as backing is always a reassuring thing.

Even if Shaoyang Mountain and Black Mountain, in this remote corner, were far apart, being a branch sect, there's always the option of draping oneself in a tiger's skin.

"Heh, indeed...when Hall Master Ning called for my presence, I had already received the news."

Pei Fangchan, nearly toothless, nevertheless commanded full respect from the other two present.

If the other two were simply 'Carefree Realm' experts, not having attempted to break into the third step 'Primordial Pill',

then Pei Fangchan,

was someone who nearly formed an 'Inferior' Alchemy Dao, someone cracking open that barrier!

Even if, due to Vajra Body, Yellow Court Dantian, Carefree Divine Soul not meeting the qualifications to bear the 'Alchemy Dao', failing to nourish the pill, he ultimately fell short.

But having half-stepped into that realm sets one worlds apart from the Great Innate.

Even at the very twilight of old age, with only a few years remaining.

He was once someone who, with one stomp, commanded attention throughout the city!

Received the message?

What message?

Thinking of the force behind him...

Ning Changfeng and Fang Cang exchanged a glance and saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

"From someone neither big nor small within Shaoyang Mountain, once told me."

"This 'Guardian' has a deep relationship with him, asking me to cover him somewhat, saying once he has time, he would 'catch up with memories' with this Guardian."

"Therefore..."

"Even though this one's attitude is so hard, my Shaoyang Martial Arts Hall, must still give him some face."

"Heh, both of you have entrenched yourselves here on Martial Arts Street for so many years, opening halls and recruiting disciples, surely have earned handsomely. Why not heed my advice, comply with the Guardian's intention, back off, and yield a bit, how about it?"

"This way,

although everyone's face might suffer some loss, we can all continue living well, right?"

Shaoyang Mountain...

Even someone on the third step has to give this one some face?

Who is this big figure?

Ning Changfeng and Fang Cang felt a chill in their hearts.

It must be noted, the previous Guardian, before he fell from power, wore the same pants as the one before them, almost implicitly following his lead.