Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar-Chapter 773 - 506: Warblers and Swallows, No Regrets【Daily】

The sky was clear, with not a cloud in sight, the sunlight dazzling, a vast expanse of blue. White egrets stretched their wings to their heart's content, flapping in the blue sky amidst white clouds, revealing their elegant forms. Now forming a 'V,' now a single file line, it was a sight so amusing that one couldn't help but chuckle. A gentle breeze arose, lifting tufts of dandelion fluff from the grass, sending them drifting off in all directions.

At this moment, Ye Zhuyin stood in a stone pavilion, watching this scene to dispel the gloom in her heart. She squinted, her eyes brimming with sorrow, her pretty face etched with worry. Yet, even so, she was irresistibly charming.

Owing to Shang Yaoqin's wishes, Ye Zhuyin, having become a Sound Tao Saint, couldn't join the fight on the frontlines between the two races, despite her longing. This was because Shang Yaoqin cared for no one but Ye Zhuyin. Perhaps, in Shang Yaoqin's eyes, the entire Human Race might not be as important as Ye Zhuyin. How, then, could Shang Yaoqin allow Ye Zhuyin to take risks?

Nevertheless, news of Xuan Guangqiao's Tao Achievement had already spread throughout the world. Even ordinary people of the Human Race knew their situation was dire. As the Human Race Destiny, Shang Yaoqin was bound to clash fiercely with Xuan Guangqiao. Ye Zhuyin could almost see the scene of Shang Yaoqin being shattered to pieces!

Alas, how on earth does this 'World Devouring Demon Lord' Xuan Guangqiao evade the 'Tao Mark Contradiction'? It's incomprehensible, Ye Zhuyin sighed, covering her face in utter helplessness. Shang Yaoqin considered her the most important person in her life; did Ye Zhuyin not feel the same about her?

Suddenly, Ye Zhuyin's ears twitched slightly, and she looked towards the southeast with a wry smile. In a thatched cottage amidst a bamboo grove to the southeast, a baby was crying incessantly. A crying baby is usually a good sign, but this one cries far too much, she thought. Everything in moderation. If they let the baby continue crying like this, she might faint from exhaustion and harm herself.

From the cottage, a mother's voice drifted, trying to soothe the child:

"There, there, my dear baby, don't cry, no more tears now~"

The baby just wailed louder, "WAH! WAH! WAH!"

"Shh! If you keep crying, Xuan Guangqiao will come and get you!" the mother finally said.

The next moment, a miraculous thing occurred. The baby stopped crying instantly, with an urgency as if her life depended on it, and became entirely calm. She ceased her wails and only burrowed her head deep into her mother's embrace.

And just like that, the child's crying stopped! Such was the extent of Xuan Guangqiao's fearsome reputation within the Human Race; it showed the immense pressure he had brought upon them.

Xuan Guangqiao… Ye Zhuyin mused.

No, no, I can't let my anxiety affect Yaoqin. I can't cause trouble for her, she resolved. Ye Zhuyin, you must pull yourself together!

She silently cheered herself on, then took a deep breath, patted her fair cheeks, and forced herself to perk up.

But no matter how much she tried to encourage herself, it was hard to adjust her mood quickly. Xuan Guangqiao is too terrifying! The more profound a Cultivator's abilities, the better they understood what the name "Xuan Guangqiao" signified.

If Yaoqin or Yuan saw me like this, they'd probably start worrying about me instead, wouldn't they? she thought.

For some reason, just thinking of Hong Yuan brought a slight smile to Ye Zhuyin's lips, an involuntary expression of joy.

That smile was like all the flowers of spring blooming at once, outshining even them, utterly radiant. Gradually, Ye Zhuyin finally found her spirit. She then turned and left, making her way back to the Mythical Sound Pavilion. Since both Hong Yuan and Shang Yaoqin are heading to fight the Demon Clan, I must handle all the logistics for them!

「...」

The great river was vast, its surface dotted with countless islands. Among the largest cluster of these islands stood a Sect built to resemble a towering phoenix tree. The streams winding around this Sect flowed like a phoenix in flight. This place was none other than the Phoenix Creek Sect, located on the banks of the Sky-connecting River within the Daxuan Dynasty.

A streak of red light appeared on the river's horizon. Then, several divine rainbows shot across, stirring up immense waves, only to vanish in the blink of an eye. These figures, transformed into divine rainbows, were indeed the Phoenix Creek Sect's Baixiang Xuanjiang, Thunder Array Martial Saint, and… Hong Yuan of Phoenix Creek! However, their spirits were heavy, and their faces were tense.

This was because Fu Yanjiang, the Phoenix Creek Great Saint, had perished in battle! The Phoenix Creek Sect was now without a leader. Hong Yuan, designated by Fu Yanjiang as his successor and inheritor of the Phoenix Creek Divine Sword, was too weak, possessing only a Tier-6, First-Calamity cultivation. With such a cultivation level, how could he become the leader of the Phoenix Creek Sect? How could he shoulder the Sect alone?

The Phoenix Creek Sect had a ten-thousand-year heritage and complex internal factions. It was well known that such a sect required someone of Great Saint Level strength to command its members effectively. After all, in the hierarchy of powers, sects like the Phoenix Creek Sect and the Qinglu Taoist Temple ranked just below the Human Clan Sky Palace and the Great Emperor Tao Heritages.

You all had better be sensible, Hong Yuan thought grimly. Otherwise, I don't mind letting the Phoenix Creek Divine Sword taste the blood of my own sect members!

This body may only possess Tier-6 cultivation, but unless they have Tier-8 strength, they won't be able to take me down. Not to mention, if pushed too far, I can summon power far beyond my current level!

Hong Yuan nonchalantly glanced to his left. There, three Saints from the Tianji Pavilion were huddled together, casting covetous glances at him from time to time. The Tianji Pavilion was the most secretive hall within the Phoenix Creek Sect, specializing in Wisdom Tao, Luck Tao, and Soul Tao. This hall accepted very few disciples, each one truly the elite of the elite.

「...」

BOOM!

The sound of rushing air erupted. One by one, the Saints concealed their figures and entered the Phoenix Creek Sect, returning to their respective cultivation grounds. Ordinarily, Saints did not interfere with the mundane world, as there was little there to hold their interest.