Top Grade Pure Beauty CEO-Chapter 316: Conflict Resurges

Li Xiaoyao and his companions returned with faces of dejection. Cheng Dongliang quickly walked over and asked, "How did it go?"

Shaking his head, Li Xiaoyao said, "The formation is too powerful, we simply could not break through it."

Cheng Dongliang sighed with some disappointment. If even they could not break the formation, it seemed that the ancient tomb was indeed impenetrable.

After a brief discussion, Feng Xinran and the other two looked towards Jiang Lichun and said, "Staying here won’t help us."

"What do you suggest?"

"This cake is too big for the few of us to swallow," Feng Xinran implied quite clearly; she was going to contact people with more powerful cultivation levels.

Sharing the treasures from the ancient tomb with others was certainly not their wish, but at present, there was no better solution.

Jiang Lichun furrowed his brows and asked, "Who do you plan to find?"

Feng Xinran replied, "To break this formation, at the very least, it will require a cultivator at the Seventh Layer of the Spirit Cultivation Realm, or even stronger."

Jiang Lichun fell silent. Given the current circumstances, there was no other choice.

To seek stronger individuals, to join forces in breaking the formation.

As Feng Xinran said, the cake was indeed too large; they could not enjoy it all by themselves.

"Old man Jiang, your brother’s divination isn’t looking too reliable," Li Xiaoyao approached with a smile.

Jiang Lichun, already annoyed, waved his hand and said, "Don’t bother me, go away."

He also found it strange, his brother was a master of divination, his predictions almost defying heaven, and he had never been wrong about the direction before.

But now, the situation had Jiang Lichun seeing no hope at all.

Was it really impossible?

With a sigh, Jiang Lichun, although unwilling to share the ancient tomb with more people, had no better strategy at the moment.

"Thud thud thud..."

A series of footsteps drew everyone’s attention; the sound came from afar, the distance could not be too great.

As the footsteps gradually drew closer, under the moonlight, they saw five figures walking towards them.

Li Xiaoyao was surprised; the members of the Lin Family had returned, and there were two extra men beside them.

The strengths of those two men were not weak, especially the slightly older man on the right, who emanated an aura of danger that Li Xiaoyao could feel.

"Surely, this man’s cultivation level must have reached the Abstinence Realm!" Li Xiaoyao guessed inwardly. The Lin Family members had left earlier to call for reinforcements.

As the group approached, Lin Xiu pointed out Li Xiaoyao and said, "Master, this is Li Xiaoyao!"

Lin Xiu’s master was also the leader of the Seven Swords Sect in Lu Province, Fang Han!

Fang Han had practiced cultivation from a young age, focusing on the sword, and his mastery of the Sword Dao had reached perfection. His own cultivation level had reached the Ninth Rank of the Abstinence Realm; in the entire Lu Province, he was a prominent figure.

Fang Han’s gaze landed on Li Xiaoyao, and just as he was about to speak, Cheng Dongliang suddenly appeared with a smile, "It turns out to be Sect Leader Fang. Long time no see, I trust you’ve been well."

"Cheng Daoist friend is here too." Fang Han was surprised, not expecting to encounter Cheng Dongliang here.

Fang Han knew better than to underestimate Cheng Dongliang, whose cultivation might be average.

The Military Region Commander of Lu Province could, with a single command, easily eradicate one or two large sects.

With such a status, even the leader of the number one sect in Lu Province had to treat Cheng Dongliang with due courtesy.

Cheng Dongliang stepped forward with a smile, "These are young people, it’s normal for them to have some conflicts, and it’s nothing big. Sect Leader Fang, why don’t you give me some face and let bygones be bygones? How does that sound?"

Fang Han, astute as ever, quickly thought it over and replied with a laugh, "Haha, Daoist Cheng takes it too seriously. Matters among the young ones, they will resolve themselves."

Li Xiu grew anxious, "Master..."

Fang Han glanced at him, and Lin Xiu immediately shut his mouth.

Li Zhong asked from the side, "Where is this ancient tomb located?"

Lin Changfu pointed in a direction within the darkness, "Thirty li straight ahead from here."

Fang Han nodded, "Mr. Li, shall we go take a look?"

"Hmm," Li Zhong thought, they had come for this very tomb, if not now, then when?

Upon seeing this, Li Xiaoyao sneered. With just these few people, going there was akin to seeking death.

However, he did not offer a warning. He was not so kind-hearted; it would suit him just fine if all of these people died.

A few people started walking toward the direction of the ancient tomb, and as they brushed past Li Xiaoyao, Li Zhong seemed to sense something and glanced at him. Their eyes met, and Li Zhong suddenly had a very strange feeling.

This young man, had he seen him somewhere before?

Li Zhong stopped and asked with a frown, "Have we met?"

Li Xiaoyao gave him a look and cursed, "Crazy."

"How dare you!" Fang Han’s complexion suddenly changed, and he shouted angrily, "Apologize to Mr. Li at once!"

Li Zhong’s face also turned cold; as a member of one of the Eight Great Sects’ families of Xuan Country, the Li Family, no one had ever dared to speak to him in such a tone.

"Young man, you’ve got guts," Li Zhong said with a smile that did not reach his eyes.

Li Xiaoyao, however, did not care in the slightest, no matter who you were, even if you were the Emperor himself, he would still not give a damn.

"Apologize? You’re not worthy," Li Xiaoyao said with a cold laugh.

Fang Han might pose some threat to Li Xiaoyao, but this Li Zhong, with a cultivation level even weaker than Wu Cang’s, if he wanted to kill him, it would only take one move.

"Scoundrel!" Fang Han quickly stepped forward and raised his hand to strike Li Xiaoyao.

The slap was rampant with spiritual energy, and Li Xiaoyao’s hair stood on end. He felt a strong threat.

Almost reflexively, Li Xiaoyao immediately formed hand seals, his figure retreating explosively, narrowly avoiding the slap by a hair’s breadth.

The Thunder Commanding Art was quickly cast, the sky above subtly changed color, and thunder rumbled.

"Sect Leader Fang is quite imposing, to strike even a visiting elder of the Xuan Sect without hesitation. It seems you don’t put me in your eyes," Jiang Lichun said as he slowly stood up and walked over with a grave voice.

Seeing Elder Jiang intervene, Li Xiaoyao withdrew the half-executed Thunder Commanding Art.

"Xuan Sect!" Fang Han’s expression changed as he stared at Jiang Lichun, stooped and unimpressive in appearance, and asked uncertainly, "Are you Jiang Lichun, the Sect Leader of the Xuan Sect?"

"The old man is honored that Sect Leader Fang remembers his name," Elder Jiang said with a faint smile, hands behind his back as he walked over.

Fang Han’s face turned ugly at the realization that it was indeed the Sect Leader of the Xuan Sect from Zhongnan Mountain.

He had intended to teach Li Xiaoyao a lesson to make a good impression on Li Zhong, but the sudden appearance of Jiang Lichun from the Xuan Sect shattered his plans.

"What’s the Xuan Sect? In front of my Li Family, it’s nothing but ants!" Li Zhong said with disdain.

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A glint of cold light flashed in Jiang Lichun’s eyes as he retorted sarcastically, "Oh? And which Li Family from Lu Province does this Mr. Li belong to?"

Li Zhong snorted lightly, looking down on him with a contemptuous gaze, seemingly disdainful of speaking to him.

Fang Han added from the side, "Mr. Li is a member of one of the Eight Great Sect families of Xuan Country."

"What!"

"The Li Family of the Eight Great Sects!"

Upon hearing this, not only was Jiang Lichun shocked, but Feng Xinran and the others were also rendered speechless by the revelation.

The Eight Great Sects of Xuan Country are universally recognized as the most powerful families and sects, each with a heritage of hundreds of years, with influence spread across the globe.