Chapter 125: Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning

At Long Yun’s words, Feng Wuji’s heart began to hammer against his ribs. Decades of living in luxury and privilege at the Green Sect had instilled an arrogant, high-and-mighty disposition in every elder and disciple. Never once had they imagined that any sect within the Qingshan System would dare to directly challenge the majesty of the Green Sect.

And it was not merely a challenge; in the eyes of their opponents, the Green Sect was perhaps nothing more than a flock of lambs waiting for the slaughter.

As the tides turned, a bitter, inscrutable smile tugged at the corners of Feng Wuji’s mouth. His fingers trembled slightly as he swept his gaze across the assembled experts of his sect. Every one of them wore a look of utter confusion; they could not comprehend how things had devolved into such a nightmare.

"Kill! Leave none alive!" With a grand wave of his hand, Long Yun surged forward, taking the lead and charging straight into the ranks of the Green Sect.

Xu Xian followed close behind, though his speed surpassed Long Yun’s. With a flick of his sword-finger, he unleashed a barrage of starlight, enveloping Feng Wuji in a lethal cage.

The Green Sect possessed only one true expert in Feng Wuji. Now, with the addition of the formidable masters Long Yun had summoned from nowhere, the Jade Sword Sect held an overwhelming advantage in the number of Xiantian-realm powerhouses. The battle had become a simple matter of attrition; as long as Xu Xian could pin down Feng Wuji, the Green Sect was destined for total annihilation.

Feng Wuji understood Xu Xian’s intent, yet he was powerless to stop it. His longsword danced, weaving brilliant rays of light as he engaged Xu Xian in a desperate struggle.

The experts from the Mirror of Reincarnation felt their fighting spirit surge to its limit. Having been thoroughly cleansed of their demonic corruption, they knew Long Yun had granted them a second chance at life. This was their moment to repay him and prove their worth; each of them was eager to plunge into the enemy formation.

The Green Sect had only eighty Xiantian-realm experts. While they outnumbered Long Yun’s fifty, every one of Long Yun’s subordinates had reached the fifth stage of the Xiantian realm—the Fusion Stage. In terms of cultivation, they were leagues beyond the Green Sect’s masters.

Led by Long Yun, those fifty Fusion-stage experts acted like a razor-sharp blade, slicing deep into the Green Sect’s ranks. In a single clash, over a dozen Green Sect experts were cut down. The battlefield was filled with harrowing screams as bodies hit the ground one after another, leaving the observing disciples of the righteous sects trembling in terrified silence.

A chill seeped into their bones. While the righteous sects of the Qingshan System had seen their share of friction and turmoil—such as the rebellion led by the Great Elder of the Jade Sword Sect—nothing compared to this one-sided slaughter. It was a massacre on an entirely different scale.

Those who fell today were the pillars of their respective sects, yet here, they were vanishing one by one. Hua Chengfeng’s brow furrowed tightly as he watched the tragedy unfold. His face turned pale, and he shook his head in weary resignation. Since the moment he had decided to oppose the Jade Sword Sect, he had never imagined it would reach such heights.

To the Jade Sword Sect, the Huaying Sect was now worth less than nothing; Shangguan Yu could wipe them out with a single thought. If just one of those Fusion-stage experts were to turn their attention toward the Huaying Sect, not even a chicken or dog would be left alive. Hua Chengfeng felt a deep, gnawing anxiety. The Green Sect’s fate was sealed, and with his patron destroyed, the Huaying Sect would surely follow.

Every agonizing scream from his disciples felt like a blade carving into Feng Wuji’s heart. His eyes turned bloodshot, his expression twisted in sheer, terrifying fury. "The Green Sect may fall, but the Jade Sword Sect will not survive! It won't be long before my sect’s disciples from the Great Central Plains return, and that day will mark the total destruction of your sect!" he roared through gritted teeth.

Long Yun sneered in disdain. "Don't worry. Once we send you all to hell, we will track them down one by one, so you can be reunited in the underworld!"

"Hmph! Such arrogance! You bunch of mongrels dare to spout such nonsense? You lack the strength to uproot the foundation of my Green Sect!" A voice suddenly descended from the heavens.

Four figures appeared in mid-air, suspended aloft. A massive, suffocating pressure rippled outward, forcing the combatants on both sides to recoil and break off their engagements. Both sides retreated, eyeing each other warily, while Long Yun was quickly surrounded and shielded by his Fusion-stage experts. The aura emanating from those four figures was truly terrifying.

As his gaze fell upon the four, the ashen look on Feng Wuji’s face gave way to a surge of desperate joy. "Qingfeng, Xiyu, Benlei, Diandian—you’ve returned?"

These four were the legendary "Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning" quartet, the most brilliant geniuses of the Green Sect from two centuries ago, and Feng Wuji’s own inner disciples. Having broken through the shackles of the Xiantian realm within a century of cultivation, they had been handpicked by the Juxian Mountain of the Central Plains and had left the Green Sect to become disciples there. Nobody had expected them to appear at this critical hour of the Green Sect’s survival.

In truth, they had received Feng Wuji’s summons long ago. Knowing the Blood Origin Sect was encroaching upon the Yin-Yang Spring with ill intent, Feng Wuji had called for their aid. They had initially refused, but for reasons unknown, they had changed their minds and arrived just as Long Yun and his army were about to finish off the Green Sect. They had not intervened immediately, choosing instead to separate the two factions. They were not fools; they knew that any sect capable of mobilizing fifty Fusion-stage experts was not to be trifled with. Though they hailed from the Green Sect, they were not foolish enough to provoke such a powerful enemy on its behalf.

"Master, we are late. We have allowed the Green Sect to suffer this humiliation. We beg for your punishment," Qingfeng said, his face etched with guilt.

Feng Wuji scanned the field, seeing that half of his sect’s experts had already fallen at the hands of the Jade Sword Sect, a devastating loss. His eyes burned with intense hatred as he glared at Long Yun. "It was all the Jade Sword Sect’s doing! Since you have returned, you must help me annihilate them. They have gone too far!"

The four exchanged glances. Ignoring Feng Wuji’s plea for now, they turned toward the Jade Sword Sect. "Which sect do you belong to? This is a grievance between the Green Sect and the Jade Sword Sect. We ask that you do not involve yourselves; our Juxian Mountain will surely be grateful for your restraint."

Long Yun sneered inwardly. So, they were playing it safe, fearing that his experts belonged to a faction they dared not offend. It seemed their loyalty to the Green Sect was not as deep as it appeared, or they would have been driven to madness by the sight of the carnage. Long Yun realized that Feng Wuji must have sensed this as well, which was why he hadn't revealed the secret of the Mirror of Reincarnation.

He decided to use this to his advantage and bluff them; perhaps he could end this without another drop of blood. He stepped forward and said calmly, "While you four seniors were born of the Green Sect, you have since moved on to Juxian Mountain. The feud between our sects will not be held against you. However, the Green Sect has wronged us too deeply. I ask that you give face to your elders at Juxian Mountain and stay out of this."

His words were deliberately veiled, implying a familiarity with the elders of Juxian Mountain that was entirely fabricated. Qingfeng and his companions frowned, their hesitation growing. If this young man truly knew their elders, this situation had become far more complicated.

Feng Wuji shouted, "Do not listen to his lies! He is merely a disciple of the Jade Sword Sect who has never left this region! How could he possibly know your superiors at Juxian Mountain? He is trying to deceive you!"

Qingfeng, however, was no longer certain. He looked at Long Yun and asked, "Is what you say true? Do you truly know the elders of Juxian Mountain? Tell us, then: who is the Law Enforcement Elder of our mountain?"

Hearing this, Long Yun cursed his luck inwardly, a wry smile of helplessness tugging at his lips.