Qiu Jiuzhen hurriedly turned to look back, only to see a figure had already swiftly passed her and stood in front, it was the gracefully built Immortal Elder Hangzhi.

The Grand Profound Sect originally hadn’t planned to come over, all quietly waiting for personnel to be transmitted out from within the spherical mountain peak. Although after Qiu Jiuzhen came out, she hadn’t joined with the other two sects, nor had they seen the other two teams emerge, they could still accept the number of people she brought out.

After all, this probability of being unable to converge was already within their expectations. When they saw clearly that Ten-Step Court had someone unconscious and only a bare team leader came out, they even felt some schadenfreude.

Although they had privately formed an alliance, as long as it wasn’t their own sect’s people, naturally the more losses the better.

It was just that Qiu Jiuzhen’s sudden move toward the Ten-Step Court cultivator also left the Grand Profound Sect crowd stunned. What happened afterward made the Grand Profound Sect burn with anger – after Xia Chi flew over from Ten-Step Court’s side, he actually struck at a junior.

How could the Grand Profound Sect sit by and watch? Hangzhi was naturally fierce-tempered, moreover this Qiu Jiuzhen was precisely her disciple, and also her most valued disciple. Without waiting for Hang Wu to speak, she had already stepped out from the mountain peak in one stride, instantly crossing over.

“Immortal Elder Hangzhi, you see my martial nephew is already in such a state, can there be any delay?”

Sword King Xia Chi continuously channeled spiritual power into Wang Lang’s [noodles]body, his expression grim.

“Oh? This is your reason for striking at a junior? Moreover, with your eyesight, can you not see that Wang Lang’s condition is mainly due to swallowing a ‘Foundation Borrowing Pill’? It’s impossible to save him immediately, and with you here, it’s not so easy for him to die either!”

Hangzhi’s beautiful eyes stood upright, her pretty face covered with a layer of frost.

“Then what do you intend to do?”

Xia Chi frowned, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart. He naturally knew of Wang Lang’s injuries. After examining him just now, he had basically understood the situation.

However, Wang Lang’s injuries weren’t as simple as having his life force drained by the “Foundation Borrowing Pill” as they appeared on the surface. Rather, he was using the “Foundation Borrowing Pill” to suppress a strange and deadly poison – a poison he had never seen before.

“Jiuzhen, what are you trying to do?”

Hangzhi didn’t answer directly, but turned to look at Qiu Jiuzhen behind her, also sternly questioning.

Neither side had anyone else come over – doing so would only make the situation worse and worse. If it ultimately evolved into a co stolen content nfrontation between the two sects…

The demon cultivator side was watching the excitement with great interest, full of smiles. Although their demon cultivator team hadn’t yet appeared, for the naturally warlike demon race, death wasn’t anything significant.

The Pure Land Sect and Wraith Sect crowds were also standing on the mountain peaks looking this way, all stopping their discussions. Even when several people saw Li Yan and Gong Chenying appear, they stopped their intention to come over and stood watching this sudden scene.

For a moment, they all overlooked that since these three bubbles had appeared, no more bubbles had emerged.

When Qiu Jiuzhen heard her master speak, she knew her master was also blaming her. She indeed wasn’t in the right in this matter – Wang Lang was truly in mortal danger. Her eyes couldn’t help but redden, and she hurriedly opened her mouth to explain.

“Master, the wounds on Wang Lang’s chest and abdomen seem to be caused by Jiuxing’s ‘Crimson Gold Wheel’, and by the end, I never saw Senior Brother either.”

“Oh, Jiuxing is missing?”

“What, it was you who caused Wang Lang to be so severely injured?”

Just as Qiu Jiuzhen’s words fell, two voices [noodles]shouted out one after another, coming from Hangzhi and Xia Chi respectively, only their points of focus were different.

Everyone understood what Qiu Jiuzhen said. Quan Jiuxing had a natal magical treasure called the “Crimson Gold Wheel” – a low-grade magical treasure. Quan Jiuxing had spent enormous costs and prepared raw materials for over ten years before finding a Core Formation artifact-refining master in the sect to craft it.

Its appearance was only the size of a baby’s fist, round like a dharma wheel, with densely packed serrated teeth on the outer edge that were extremely sharp. Normally it was nourished in the purple mansion of his dantian, serving as Quan Jiuxing’s final life-saving measure.

Originally when entering the Life-and-Death Wheel this time, the sect had bestowed another precious treasure for protection, but he felt that with his own strength and the power of the “Crimson Gold Wheel”, it would be enough to let him successfully pass through, so he gave the sect’s bestowed treasure to Qiu Jiuzhen.

When Li Yan mentioned Wang Lang’s injuries, only then did Qiu Jiuzhen notice the condition of Wang Lang’s chest and abdominal wounds. But with one look, it had already thrown her fragrant heart into chaos – those wound openings looked extremely similar to what the “Crimson Gold Wheel” would cause.

It was a grinding cut made from bottom to top. The “Crimson Gold Wheel’s” attack trajectory was cunning, and this angle was completely suitable. When Qiu Jiuzhen saw the tears in Wang Lang’s robes, she could almost confirm it was caused by the “Crimson Gold Wheel”.

After the robes were torn, the edges weren’t smooth – they looked like they had been rotated and cut by something, bringing out strands of robe silk at the torn edge that scattered in all directions, and the opening was wide at the bottom and narrow at the top, which was exactly the rotational force pattern of the “Crimson Gold Wheel”.

If Wang Lang’s injury was truly caused by the “Crimson Gold Wheel”, and Quan Jiuxing was nowhere to be seen, what this meant, the Grand Profound Sect naturally knew.

It meant that Ten-Step Court hadn’t acted according to their original agreement, but had suddenly [stolen content]struck to kill after the two sides met. Quan Jiuxing might have been caught off guard and met with foul play, with Wang Lang ultimately surviving.

Ten-Step Court’s side was already depressed about only Wang Lang coming out. Although they didn’t know how many more sect disciples would emerge later, they had inadvertently learned of the culprit who had caused Wang Lang’s condition, and immediately their gazes toward the Grand Profound Sect changed.

Behind the two of them, the people standing on the Grand Profound Sect and Ten-Step Court mountain peaks all began to stir with spiritual energy, and a gaze called hostility slowly began to grow. The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Under the gaze of so many Core Formation cultivators, Qiu Jiuzhen felt the pressure suddenly increase, sweat beading all over her body. She gritted her teeth and barely managed to say:

“The fatal injury on Senior Brother Wang Lang’s body wasn’t caused by this wound. When I first encountered Senior Brother Wang Lang, he was already injured, but was still leading three people in pursuit of others. Senior Brother Wang Lang can clarify this matter once he awakens.”

However, just as Qiu Jiuzhen’s words fell, a voice full of mockery suddenly rang out in this heaven and earth.

“Yo ho, isn’t killing opponents in the Life-and-Death Wheel supposed to be proper? Are you coming out to settle accounts afterward, or is there some secret between you where both sides can’t make moves?”

Everyone looked toward the sound and saw Elder Peng of the Wraith Sect with an air of complete composure, his eyes flashing with brilliant light as he swept over each peak. With his words, the cultivators of the Grand Profound Sect and Ten-Step Court were suddenly stunned, only then remembering where they were.

“In the Life-and-Death Wheel, each follows heavenly fate. What explanation do your two sects have for acting this way?”

Subsequently, a cold voice also came from the demon cultivator side. It was Yin Congfeng, who had transformed into human form. His black robes fluttered in the wind, his expression sinister, clearly becoming suspicious of everything happening before his eyes and Elder Peng’s words.

“Our demon cultivator side hasn’t had a single person come out yet!”

The purple-robed giant Yan Motian said disdainfully.

Lin Mingyu only chuckled a few times, his folding fan lightly tapping the back of his neck, seeming to ponder everything happening before his eyes.

“Benefactors, do not anger, do not rage. Amitabha!”

The Pure Land Sect’s Buddha松 sat cross-legged on a rock, his eyes slightly closed, though it was unclear who he was speaking to – whether advising the Grand Profound Sect and Ten-Step Court, or addressing the demon cultivators.

However, with this Buddhist chant, a gentle force rippled through this heaven and earth. Behind him, the Pure Land Sect monks all pressed their palms together, and the tense atmosphere here actually eased considerably.

Shortly after, a voice slowly spoke.

“Elder Peng, why do you say such things? Anyone who knows their disciple was injured by someone would inevitably lose their composure and become anxious, losing their sense of proportion. Xia Chi, show Wang Lang’s wound to Immortal Elder Hangzhi, then bring him back. Wang Lang’s injuries should be caused by the ‘Foundation Borrowing Pill’, having lost his life force.”

Sword King Xia Hua took a breath and spoke slowly, though his heart was also full of doubts. He didn’t know whether Wang Lang had actually fought with Quan Jiuxing, but seeing this situation, it seemed possible. The reason was truly strange and inexplicable.

He understood Wang Lang – with Wang Lang’s character, how could he do such a shortsighted thing?

Seeing that the Wraith Sect and demon cultivators already had doubts and dissatisfaction, no matter what, this matter couldn’t continue to be entangled. However, his gaze seemed to intentionally or unintentionally sweep over Li Yan standing in the field. Li Yan instantly felt his hair stand on end.

This instigator was standing to the side watching the excitement. He had naturally seen Wang Lang and Quan Jiuxing complete their rendezvous, and they had even passed through two trials together. In the end, it was he who had struck from behind, destroying the balance within the passage.

Wang Lang had come out alive, which went without saying. As long as it wasn’t the back injury, he could use anything as a pretext – after all, he wouldn’t lose a piece of flesh.

Before entering the Life-and-Death Wheel, Li Wuyi had introduced the main attack methods of several important cultivators from various sides. He remembered that Quan Jiuxing had a magical treasure that was some kind of wheel or teeth, so he deliberately questioned Gong Chenying to lead the conversation in that direction.

Gong Chenying was clever, but she hadn’t expected Li Yan to be so scheming, still thinking visit our site about how to provoke the two sects into fighting even after leaving the trial.

Although he stood to one side, seeming stunned by the scene before him, his heart had long since bloomed with joy. His purpose was to plant a bone-deep pain in Qiu Jiuzhen’s heart.

With Qiu Jiuzhen’s status in the Grand Profound Sect, it would inevitably influence many people. Perhaps it would become useful in the future.

He was happily watching the excitement when he suddenly felt a hair-raising crisis envelope him, as if the next moment could easily take his little life. Sweat immediately seeped out all over his body.

But this crisis came quickly and left quickly, making it impossible for him to know where this danger came from, yet it had already greatly alarmed him.

“Could I have been seen through?”

Li Yan hurriedly looked around. This action made Gong Chenying beside him look at him in confusion. Li Yan only forced a grin and didn’t explain.

Sword King Xia Hua’s gaze only swept over Li Yan once before falling on Sword King Xia Chi again. He had some suspicions about Li Yan in his heart, but seeing Li Yan’s completely undisguised surprise and confusion after sensing a trace of his sword intent, he became uncertain again.

Looking at that Qi Condensation kid’s expression, there was no sign of schadenfreude at all.

“Could I be overthinking it? Did this kid just speak casually?”

After hearing these words and seeing the various gazes from the surrounding peaks staring at him, Sword King Xia Chi felt depressed but couldn’t explode. He could only flip his hand, wrap Wang Lang in spiritual power in a supine position, then look at Hangzhi with a gloomy expression.

With Hangzhi’s eyesight, she instantly saw the wound clearly. Her expression changed several times.

At the same time, a soft gasp came from beside her – it was Qiu Jiuzhen. At this moment, Qiu Jiuzhen’s pretty face was snow-white without blood, her beautiful eyes staring fixedly at the wound on Wang Lang’s chest and abdomen. Although the wound had been treated, she could still confirm the shape of the injury.

“Well, you’ve seen it. I won’t keep you company any longer.”

After Sword King Xia Chi saw that the other party had looked, he picked up Wang Lang again, nodded to the two of them with an expressionless face, turned around, and his fat body had already transformed into a wisp of light smoke and disappeared on the spot.

Until Sword King Xia Chi’s figure disappeared, Qiu Jiuzhen still stared fixedly at where he had vanished, her silver teeth biting tightly on her bloodless red lips. Even though fresh blood was seeping out, she seemed unaware.

“Zhen’er, let’s go back. Wang Lang is unconscious and ​unauthorized copy​cannot be questioned. The trial isn’t over yet, we still need to see the results that follow.”

Hangzhi sighed lightly, sweeping Qiu Jiuzhen up with her great sleeve, then turned back to glance at those eight Qi Condensation disciples. Those disciples hurriedly bowed respectfully, and she swept them up with another great sleeve before stepping into the air to leave.

However, when leaving, the direction Qiu Jiuzhen was looking was still the mountain peak where Ten-Step Court was located, her gaze filled with deep grief and indignation.

(Chapter End)