"Song Clan Patriarch!" Yan Xiaobao's heart was filled with tremors. He imdiately lowered his head. The old man seed entirely unfathomable, as if a re hint of divine will from him could provoke endless tornt.
The other cultivators in the area were also startled and respectfully clasped their hands. "Greetings, Patriarch!"
"I know everyone has gathered," the Song Clan Patriarch said. "Very well. It's ti for the Spiritual Flow Sect!" As his voice called from the clouds, he glanced down at the group. This simple gaze made everyone feel as if winter was raging within them, as a biting cold seeped into the depths of their spirits.
Bai Xiaochun was sowhat shocked. Including this old man, he had now seen two patriarchs of the Blood Flow Sect, the first patriarch being the Infinite Clan Leader. Among the two of them, Yan Xiaobao thought that the Patriarch of Infinity wasn't as terrifying as the Song Clan Patriarch.
"Oh, yes," he thought. "The Infinite Clan Leader has just recently beco a patriarch. He's not as strong, and also younger than the Song Clan Patriarch. This guy is an old hand. His cultivation base must be extrely powerful." Suddenly, when he realized his body was being seized by so invisible force, he gasped and found himself flying through the air. He ascended and, in a blink, was above the Blood Cloud.
To his surprise, although the clouds were fluffy, they were elastic. Looking down, he could see all the bloodlines below him. A mont later, the Blood Cloud surged into the distance.
Soon, the ground beneath them sped by. From Bai Xiaochun's perspective, even if he exerted himself fully, he couldn't reach even a third of this speed now.
"So, this is a patriarch..." he swallowed hard. Looking around, he saw all the other cultivators from Middle Peak surrounding him, including Master God-Diviner. They didn't seem to have the sa boldness as Yan Xiaobao. Their faces were pale, clearly shocked.
Only Song Junwan and the two bloody elders remained calm, sitting cross-legged at the front, surrounded by swirling eddies, embodying the awe-inspiring and mysterious Song Clan Patriarch.
Now close enough to see, they could observe his flowing white hair and wrinkled face. His face even had so brown spots.
After burning the incense, Bai Xiaochun beca accustod to this speed and took a closer look at his surroundings. Defensive spell arrays were set up, protecting the clouds, ensuring only a gentle breeze ruffled his hair, nothing more.
For so reason, he felt quite mysterious about being able to return to the Spirit Stream Sect as "Ye Xue." He suddenly began thinking about everyone he knew.
He thought, "I wonder if I'll see Zhang Dapang. Will he recognize ? Hehe. And then there's Hou Xiaoi. What if I call her younger sister Nightcrypt? And Zhou Xinqi, Xu Baocai, and Gui Ya...." The more he thought of everyone, the more he smiled.
Even though he was excited, a cold snort interrupted his thoughts, and he looked up at Master God-Diviner sitting not far away, his face filled with contempt and indifference.
"What are you looking at, Snortlaugh Master?!" Yan Xiaobao said coldly.
As soon as these words left his mouth, everyone's ears perked up. Due to the presence of the Patriarch and the Great Elder, they had been under great pressure and didn't dare to act otherwise. Now that they saw what was happening between Nightcrypt and Master God-Diviner, they beca imdiately excited.
This was especially true considering Bai Xiaochun's sarcastic remark. Many of them were shocked and unsure how to react to the term "Snortlaugh Master."
"What did you just say!?" God's Priest interrupted, glowing with anger toward Yan Xiaobao.
"Don't you like the na?" Bai Xiaochun calmly replied, his expression unchanged. "Oh, sorry. I thought you liked sneezing. You've snorted so many tis at so far. If you keep snorting, I'll call you Snortsnort Master."
Of course, his words were just bait. Master God-Diviner ground his teeth, while so other cultivators actually started laughing out loud.
A mont later, God Divine Master chuckled coldly. "You...so what if you have Sword Qi? You and your entourage of clowns disrupt others' cultivation. You'll be nothing but trash slain by Miss Xue i in due ti!"
Yan Xiaobao proudly lifted his chin. "You claim to have divination abilities, are you a fraud? You are nothing more than a con artist! Divining my backside! I tell you that Nightcrypt knows nothing about the starry sky or the netherworld! At a glance, I can figure out everything that needs to be known! With a re flick, I could turn Snortsnort Master into dust!"
With the Patriarch present, no one dared to fight. When talking was allowed but not fighting, Yan Xiaobao enjoyed it, with no one afraid in such circumstances.
As sharp words left his mouth, the onlookers' eyes widened. Until now, they hadn't realized how talented Bai Xiaochun was with his tongue, though they couldn't help but disdain his boasting. As for the God Divination Master, everyone could see that despite his anger, he was irrelevant against Yan Xiaobao in a verbal war.
"You're so shaless!" God's teeth clenched, but before he could say anything, Yan Xiaobao interrupted him.
"See! You just snorted again, didn't you, Snortsnort Master!? Listen, we need to make this clear. Stop the snorting, okay? If you keep snorting at the Spirit Stream Sect, people might think you're a pig transford into human form. That would be a big embarrassnt!" he sighed.
"You!" The Divine Master, for reasons unknown, found his anger nearly uncontrollable whenever he t this person. Being tongue-tied in front of so many people made him so furious that he leaped up.
Yan Xiaobao's eyes flashed coldly as he waved his right index finger, already beginning to gather blood and Qi.
When Master God-Diviner saw it, his heart was shocked. He had just stood up, never expecting his opponent would actually attack because of this.
At that mont, Song Junwan Elder's cold gaze flashed at them. "Enough!" she said calmly. "God Diviner Master, sit there! Nightcrypt, sit next to !"
Seizing the mont, God Divine Master sat down. As he recalled Bai Xiaochun's words, he just coldly snorted and retreated. Internally, his hatred grew.
All sat straight and tall, internally jealous of Yan Xiaobao. Not only did he sit next to the Great Elder, but it also put him closer to the Patriarch. At this point, everyone realized they should seize opportunities more frequently in the future.
"Great Elder, I'm fine right here!" Bai Xiaochun said, hesitating. "Why don't I—"
Song Junwan hadn't finished walking when Sicily interrupted, staring at him: "Co over here!" Bai Xiaochun gave Master Davina one last angry glare and then yielded to stand up and walk toward the Great Elder. As he moved closer, the Song Clan Patriarch sat there, straight-backed, exuding the aura of a fierce beast. Bai Xiaochun couldn't help but sweat, feeling more nervous than ever.
"Big sister, you look really beautiful today!" he quickly said. The two bloody elders sitting nearby looked at them with strange expressions on their faces. Even the Song Clan's sect master seed surprised and frowned.
Song Junwan slightly blushed and then glared at Yan Xiaobao. "Feel free to speak. Just sit quietly."
Yan Xiaobao was increasingly puzzled by Song Junwan's bizarre behavior. It was vastly different from her deanor three days ago. After pondering deeply, he still couldn't find any reason for her to act this way. In the end, he just sat there glancing around, occasionally lowering his gaze to the ground.
Soon, he saw the endless mountains below. From this vantage point, the towering peaks seed to form a spell formation.
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