Chapter 67: Thick with the Scent of Gunpowder (1)

In the Primordial Holy Land, the mountain gate stood towering, shrouded in clouds and mist as usual.

But today’s atmosphere was different from the usual peace, carrying a faint sense of swords drawn and bows nocked.

Several powerful and peerless auras descended outside the mountain gate. As the rainbow light faded, the group from the Fengyun Holy Land appeared, led by Holy Master Xuan Yun.

At the head was Xuan Yun, who had a smile on his Face, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle’s as he scanned the beautiful mountains and rivers of the Primordial Holy Land, a faint, playful glint at the corner of his mouth.

On the side of the Primordial Holy Land, led by Holy Master Xuan Jingru, several Elders with profound auras followed closely behind as they quickly came out to meet them.

Xuan Jingru’s eyes were as deep as a pool. Although he sensed that the visitors were unfriendly, he did not fail in his courtesy.

He cupped his hands and said calmly, "Holy Master Xuan Yun’s presence is an honor; please excuse our lack of a proper welcome. I wonder what business the Fellow Daoists of the Fengyun Holy Land have here today?"

Xuan Yun laughed loudly, his voice like a great bell that made the surrounding clouds and mist churn.

"Brother Jingru! Our presumptuous visit today is not intended to disturb you, but for a past agreement concerning a junior in our sect."

An agreement?

Xuan Jingru’s brow furrowed slightly, a premonition of ill omen flashing through his heart.

His gaze swept over the people from the Fengyun Holy Land, finally landing on the youth in green standing behind Xuan Yun, who had a calm demeanor but a hint of pride in his eyes.

This boy’s aura was so restrained that he actually couldn’t see through him for a moment.

This made him feel that something was strange.

After all, with his cultivation, it shouldn’t be difficult to see through a junior.

Clearly, the aura on Lu Yun’s body was being deliberately hidden.

A Red-Faced Elder from the Fengyun Holy Land took a step forward and added in a voice like a great bell:

"Our Fengyun Holy Land’s Saint, Lu Yun, made an agreement with your sect’s Disciple, Ye Linger, one month ago. Today, he has come specifically to fulfill that promise and settle the Karma."

Ye Linger?

The crowd looked confused.

Upon learning that Ye Linger was now the Disciple of Outer Sect Elder Murong Xuan, Xuan Jingru sent someone to call Murong Xuan over.

After waiting for a while, Murong Xuan rushed over in a hurry.

Seeing that the expressions of Xuan Jingru and the other Elders were not right, Murong Xuan immediately felt that things were bad.

Especially when his gaze fell upon Lu Yun, he also realized what was going on.

Murong Xuan could only brace himself and step forward, whispering a few words of explanation to Xuan Jingru.

He briefly recounted the story of the Lu Family’s broken engagement and the One-Month Agreement from that day.

After listening, Xuan Jingru’s Face instantly darkened.

His gaze was like lightning as it shot toward Murong Xuan, and although his voice wasn’t loud, it carried an unquestionable majesty: "Nonsense!"

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger.

"That day, you actually allowed Linger, a little girl in the Ming Quan Realm, to accept such a ridiculous agreement?"

"Where does this leave the Face of my Primordial Holy Land?"

Xuan Jingru was truly angry.

Because he knew that this boy, Lu Yun, possessed the Chaos Divine Body.

Moreover, Xuan Jingru knew more or less some information about Lu Yun in the Fengyun Holy Land.

He was certain that Ye Linger could not be Lu Yun’s opponent.

Ye Linger was a Disciple of the Primordial Holy Land, and though her talent was decent, could she win?

This match was fundamentally unequal; it was a match that would cause the Primordial Holy Land to lose all Face.

Lu Yun coming to the Primordial Holy Land was not just to prove himself, but also to slap the Face of the Primordial Holy Land.

The Fengyun Holy Land’s move was clearly using the fulfillment of an agreement as a guise to come and watch the Primordial Holy Land’s embarrassment.

Murong Xuan’s Face turned red from the reprimand, and he didn’t dare to speak.

That day, he only thought it was youthful impulsiveness; how could he have expected that in just one short month, that Lu Yun would actually come here?

Since Lu Yun had come, it meant he possessed absolute confidence.

Xuan Jingru’s reprimand was not deliberately lowered, and the people from the Fengyun Holy Land heard it clearly.

The smile on Holy Master Xuan Yun’s Face grew even wider, carrying an undisguised teasing tone:

"Brother Jingru, why be so angry? Young people’s matters should be solved by themselves."

"We old fogies should just watch; let’s not take sides or protect our own! Haha!"

Another Thin and Tall Elder from the Fengyun Holy Land also chimed in sinisterly:

"Exactly. It’s just a fair match. Saint Lu Yun knows how to restrain himself and will never harm Niece Ye’s life."

"He merely wants to prove to certain people just how short-sighted her judgment was back then."

The sarcasm in these words was almost completely undisguised.

The Elders of the Primordial Holy Land all looked extremely upset, yet they couldn’t lash out.

The other party was using the names of an "agreement" and a "fair match."

If the people of the Primordial Holy Land forcibly stopped it, it would instead give them an excuse to talk, making it seem like the Primordial Holy Land was afraid, and their reputation would be dragged through the mud.

Xuan Jingru’s gaze swept over Xuan Yun and the others.

He knew that this group of old rivals was determined to damage the Face of the Primordial Holy Land today.

He was silent for a moment before finally waving his hand. "Go and call Ye Linger to the mountain gate."

He, Xuan Jingru, could be steady and act only after planning, but the dignity of the Primordial Holy Land did not allow him to back down at this moment.

They would likely have to take this loss today, but they could not lose their posture.

At the same time, the news that the Saint of the Fengyun Holy Land had come to the door to duel Ye Linger flew through the Primordial Holy Land as if it had grown wings.

"Have you heard? Have you heard? The people from the Fengyun Holy Land have come to challenge us at our door!"

"It’s not a challenge. It’s said that their Saint, Lu Yun, has an old grudge with Senior Sister Ye Linger, and he came today to fulfill some One-Month Agreement."

"Lu Yun? Who’s that? I’ve never heard of such a person. He dares to act wild in our Primordial Holy Land?"

"Who cares who he is! If he dares to provoke Senior Sister Ye, the brothers will show him what’s what in a bit."

"Let’s go together, let’s go together. Let’s see which blind fool it is."