I Studied Abroad in the Modern Times-Chapter 165Book 2: : Kill the Monkey to Warn the Chickens, Ancestor Aid Me!

Vol 2 Chapter 165: Kill the Monkey to Warn the Chickens, Ancestor Aid Me!

Inside Jiushan Sect.

The moment Ancestor of the Blood River revealed himself, the grand protective formation of Jiushan Sect erupted in dazzling white light, clearly entering a state of high-speed activation.

Within the mountain, the Sect Master stood side by side with Martial Uncle Pang.

“Senior Brother!”

“Junior Brother, the Ancestor and I will maintain the formation. I don’t know if we can hold him off even for a moment… You go… find Junior Sister Zhang. Protect her. Don’t delay—go, now!”

The Sect Master’s breathing was rapid. With a flick of his hand, the formation disk in his grasp expanded in mid-air until it resembled a great ice moon, hanging high in the sky. Moonlight poured down over the valleys of Jiushan Sect, shielding them from the murderous aura surging from the blood river.

Ancestor of the Blood River hadn’t even made a move yet, but the suffocating pressure was already overwhelming.

Martial Uncle Pang’s expression darkened. He understood what his senior brother meant:

Soul Formation cannot be resisted by Nascent Soul!

He nodded.

Then turned and sprinted up toward the Ninth Peak.

But the instant he turned, a sharp, chilling sting pricked the back of his neck. Startled, Martial Uncle Pang spun around and looked toward the Ancestor of the Blood River.

That ancestor had originally held an immortal sword in each hand—but now, the sword in his right hand had vanished!

“Senior Brother!”

Martial Uncle Pang cried out, a voice full of anguish.

Even before witnessing a Soul Formation attack, they had tried to mentally prepare and overestimate its power.

But just now, the brush with death made him realize—

In front of a Soul Formation cultivator, Nascent Souls may not last even a single exchange!

“What are you howling for!”

The Sect Master’s voice came from ahead.

When Martial Uncle Pang turned back again, the Sect Master’s forehead was drenched in cold sweat—clearly just as shaken.

“Your… your flying sword?” Martial Uncle Pang stammered, confused.

“How would I know? It flew off… maybe missed its target?”

The Sect Master mumbled.

…

“Ancestor of the Blood River! Are you insane?!”

A thousand miles away, standing atop a distant mountain, Master Tongming saw a blood-colored flying sword rushing toward him and couldn’t help but shout.

His body shimmered with mystic light, and a treasure mirror flew out, firing a beam of icy blue radiance at the incoming sword.

The mystic light collided with the sword’s killing aura, producing booming explosions with each clash. Even the Sect Master and Martial Uncle Pang in Jiushan could see the intense spiritual energy shocks, disintegrations, and annihilations tearing through the sky.

What was even more shocking—

This was clearly just a clash of two treasures.

Yet, within a thousand-mile radius, the void itself seemed to freeze and condense.

Though he finally managed to halt the sword, Master Tongming’s body looked faint and ghostly, as if on the verge of vanishing.

His face twisted in fury. “Ancestor of the Blood River! Are you trying to die with me?!”

Clearly, blocking that sword had taken a heavy toll.

The biggest shock was—he never imagined that man’s first strike would be aimed at him.

Just a moment ago, he was still feeling pity for poor Jiushan Sect…

“Trying to die with you?” Ancestor of the Blood River let out a hoarse laugh, his tone darkly amused. “I’ve come here in person. If it’s a fight to the death, would you dare?”

Master Tongming fell silent for a moment.

He had no comeback.

Even Great Sage Qingyun next to him twitched slightly.

“You two fear the karmic entanglements of the Xuanyi Realm and dare not enter with your true bodies,” Ancestor of the Blood River said smugly. “But I’ve already come—what’s there to be afraid of?”

With that, the flying sword spun in the air and shot toward Master Tongming again.

He grew more agitated, the treasure mirror firing beams of light to intercept the sword—but his form grew increasingly transparent, clearly struggling to hold on.

“What do you want!”

He wanted to retreat, but the sword was just as fast. At this point, he was caught in a dilemma.

And worse, Great Sage Qingyun on the side seemed to be itching to take advantage of the situation—

He wouldn’t go all out, but he’d certainly kick a man when he’s down.

“If I kill you, then the people of Jiushan Sect will know what choice to make…”

Inside the sect, the Sect Master and Martial Uncle Pang stared at each other in confusion.

What… are we supposed to be choosing, exactly?

You could at least say it out loud?!

“Ancestor of the Blood River, you…” From afar, even Master Tongming sounded bewildered. “What does Jiushan Sect’s choice have to do with me?!”

“I just want Jiushan Sect to see—if they hand over Zhang Wuyi, they may yet live. Otherwise… not even a Soul Formation like you will survive!”

“... Did you turn your brain into qi during your Soul Formation?!” Master Tongming’s voice trembled with rage. “If you want Zhang Wuyi, go attack Jiushan Sect directly!”

“Zhang Wuyi clearly knows her sect is in danger and still chose to return. She’s obviously strong-willed.”

“If I push too hard and she decides to fight to the death, then what?”

…

The Sect Master and Martial Uncle Pang exchanged a look. What did that mean?

Kill this monkey to scare us chickens?

…

Ancestor of the Blood River turned to them with a smile, and the other immortal sword in his hand vanished!

The next moment—

From deep within Jiushan, the voice of the Jiushan Ancestor cried out in agony—

“The formation is broken!”

At the base of the mountain, the earth quaked violently, as if the very land was shifting.

The sect’s grand protective formation flickered three times—

And then a massive breach opened.

Within that breach was the second immortal sword of the Blood River Ancestor.

The Sect Master and Martial Uncle Pang’s hearts sank.

Sure, the man was nuts.

But he could fight.

One sword—and the Jiushan Sect’s grand formation had collapsed.

He was both mad and terrifyingly powerful…

“Hand over Zhang Wuyi, and I’ll spare your lives.”

The sword flew back into the Ancestor’s hand.

Lightly gripping the weapon, the Ancestor of the Blood River spoke coldly.

The Sect Master and Martial Uncle Pang exchanged a distant glance. They both understood his meaning—

Jiushan Sect meant nothing to him.

They meant nothing to him.

He didn’t care about any of it.

But Zhang Wuyi—he must have her.

Martial Uncle Pang stopped in his tracks and looked up toward the peak of the Ninth Mountain.

Senior Sister Zhang’s figure appeared before them all.

Her expression was calm as she looked at the shattered formation, at Martial Uncle Pang and the sect’s main gate, both filled with complicated emotions.

“You’re Zhang Wuyi?”

Ancestor of the Blood River gazed at her with a mix of curiosity and delight in his eyes—

he seemed to truly regard her with great importance.

“Just an early-stage Nascent Soul… I don’t understand why the Holy Ancestor values you so much…”

“And that Zheng Fa…”

“Even sent me personally…”

Ancestor of the Blood River muttered softly.

His tone was not only puzzled, but also laced with resentment.

…

“Junior Sister Zhang…”

She merely nodded lightly toward the Sect Master and Martial Uncle Pang.

Her gaze drifted toward the foot of the mountain.

The grand formation there had been torn apart. The Jiushan Ancestor’s aura was extremely weak, apparently injured by that immortal sword.

Ancestor of the Blood River smiled, raised a hand, and blood-colored spiritual energy gathered from the air, forming a palm larger than the entire Jiushan itself—

and it swept down toward Zhang Wuyi.

The Sect Master and Martial Uncle Pang exchanged a glance, no time to speak.

A formation disk spun in the air, casting layer upon layer of talisman formations.

Strings of talismans linked together.

All in a desperate attempt to block the enormous palm.

But it was as if the palm could corrode all talismanic arts and formations, tearing straight through the barriers—

and reaching Zhang Wuyi.

Only now did she seem to respond.

With a leap, she rose into the air, suspended in the void.

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Her body was covered in intricate circuits of spiritual light, seemingly connecting her to all of Jiushan.

“Jiushan faces calamity—please…” Her cool, clear voice echoed through the mountains.

“Ancestor, aid me!”