When she saw how Donglin Yan Xue did not even care about her position as Chosen Saint for Jianchen, Mu Shui deeply understood that her most prided disciple's feelings for Jianchen had reached an extremely deep level. This made her feel powerless. All she could do was sigh inside.
"Master, disciple will be taking her leave …"
Donglin Yan Xue bowed slightly before turning around and leaving.
The lord of the Soaring Clouds Peak, Han Xin, sat in a small wooden hut on the top of the mountain. He held a thumb-sized crystal in his hand.
The crystal was called a memory crystal. It could leave behind some images and sounds.
Han Xin's hand trembled uncontrollably as he stared at the memory crystal in his hand. Even his face had become abnormally pale.
This crystal was sent to him by his family. Inside it was engraved a message from the leader of the Han Family. It was a message that changed his identity and destiny.
As he stared at the crystal in his hand, Han Xin's eyes were filled with unconcealable grief. His eyes were already bloodshot.
He didn't dare to accept that the contents of the crystal were real. He really wanted to use his Divine Sense to probe the crystal again to see what was recorded inside and read the orders from the Han Family Patriarch.
However, he no longer had the courage.
"The Han family has expelled me from the clan. They've removed my name from the records of the Han family. From today onwards, although my surname is Han, I no longer have anything to do with the Han family …" Han Xin murmured. His voice was extremely hoarse.
"Just because Chang Yang is my disciple, just because Chang Yang is Jianchen from the Martial Soul lineage in disguise, my clan has expelled me …" Han Xin stood up slowly. He made his way out of the hut and stood on the top of the Soaring Clouds Peak. He gazed at the sea of clouds outside. His bleak figure seemed so lonely.
At the foot of the Soaring Clouds Peak, the white-robed Bai Yu seemed to have lost her soul as well. She made her way up the steep and long stone steps one step at a time.
Her eyes were red, empty and lifeless. She looked as if she had lost her soul. She did not choose to use the Holy Light to soar into the sky. Instead, she climbed the long flight of stairs mechanically with her feet like an ordinary person.
The second senior brother she admired the most was actually a member of the Martial Soul lineage. Now, he had become the public enemy of everyone in the Radiant Saint Hall. Even her most respected master, Mu Shui, who had once bestowed her with glory and status, had expelled her. The series of events dealt a very heavy blow to Bai Yu. Her heart, which was not tough yet.
Even though she had cultivated for quite some time now, the environment in which she grew up made her young girl. Her heart was extremely fragile.
After a very long time, Bai Yu finally arrived at the end of the stairs. At this moment, her white boots were covered in mud.
At the end of the stone steps stood the lord of Soaring Clouds Peak, Han Xin. He seemed to have been waiting for a long time already. He stood there silently and stared at Bai Yu, whose white robes were stained with mud.
"Teacher, I've already been expelled," Bai Yu sobbed as she looked at Han Xin's haggard face.
"I already know. Although you're not the disciple of an elder, you're still a disciple of my Soaring Clouds Peak," said Han Xin.
At this moment, a few Hallowed Saint Masters arrived outside the Soaring Clouds Peak. To no surprise, the person at the front possessed a six-colored soulcore.
A six-colored soulcore was equivalent to an Overgod among fighters.
"I am a disciple of the Blue Water Peak, Ge Han. Is the disciple of the Soaring Clouds Peak, Zhuo Feng, present?" The leading Hallowed Saint Master with a six-colored soulcore called out loudly. He ignored Han Xin's presence, and his voice rang out across the entire Soaring Clouds Peak.
Zhuo Feng flew over from the Soaring Clouds Peak in Radiant Light.
"You're Zhuo Feng? I've come under my teacher's orders. The Soaring Clouds Peak is no longer suitable for you. Are you willing to leave the Soaring Clouds Peak and become a disciple of our Blue Water Peak? "asked the Hallowed Saint Master with a six-colored soulcore.
Zhuo Feng beamed when he heard that. Due to Jianchen, the Soaring Clouds Peak had gained quite a reputation in the Radiant Saint Hall. Zhuo Feng had wanted to break free from the restraints of the Soaring Clouds Peak long ago, so he was immediately tempted by the invitation of another peak lord.
However, he soon became troubled again. He looked at the lord of the Soaring Clouds Peak, Han Xin.
Han Xin stood with his arms by his side. He said emotionlessly, "Zhuo Feng, if you want to go, then go."
"Thank you, teacher," Zhuo Feng clasped his fist and left the Soaring Clouds Peak without any reluctance at all.
Before long, another group of female Radiant Saint Masters arrived. The leader was a woman who seemed to be in her thirties. She also possessed a six-colored soulcore. She said gently, "Is the disciple of the Soaring Clouds Peak, Bai Yu, present? I've come under the orders of the lord of the Myriad Flowers Peak to invite you to join our Myriad Flowers Peak."
The lord of the Soaring Clouds Peak, Han Xin, sighed gently as he looked at the people from the Myriad Flowers Peak. He seemed to age even more at that moment. The current Soaring Clouds Peak had indeed lost its momentum. Even the two remaining disciples had been snatched away one after another.
Han Xin waved his hand rather powerlessly and said, "Sigh, go ahead. Go and seek out a new future. The current Soaring Clouds Peak is indeed no longer suitable for you … "
With that, Han Xin turned around and left. His figure was bleak and seemed rather lonely.
"No, I won't leave the Soaring Clouds Peak. No matter what happens to the Soaring Clouds Peak, I will always be a disciple of the Soaring Clouds Peak …"
…
In the blink of an eye, a year had already passed since Jian Chen set foot on the Sword God Mountains. During that time, he had always been comprehending the Laws of Corrosion. However, since he could not use the fortune jade, his comprehension of the Laws of Corrosion slowed down significantly. He only managed to comprehend the Laws of Corrosion after a year.
"It looks like I'll only be able to comprehend the Laws of Corrosion to the Divine King level in the remaining two years. I can only rely on Caia for the Laws of Creation and Fire," Jian Chen thought. Even though he directly absorbed golden cores of laws to increase his cultivation, so he would not encounter any bottlenecks, the amount of time he had was just far too short.
"And the leader of the Radiant Saint Hall hasn't come again after that first visit. I wonder if he'll really make things difficult for Yan Xue and the Soaring Clouds Peak. It's a pity that I don't have the power to help them right now, "Jian Chen sighed. Jianchen sighed inside. He sat in the dwelling and stared in the direction of the Radiant Saint Hall for a while before making his way out. He found the Celestial Sword Saint.
The current Celestial Sword Saint was no different from when Jianchen had first seen him. He still sat where he was with his back towards Jianchen, meditating like an old monk. He had not moved at all.
"The Old Man knows why you've come. You don't need to worry about the people you care about in the Radiant Saint Hall," the Celestial Sword Saint seemed to know everything. Before Jianchen could say anything, he understood what Jianchen was thinking.
Jianchen knew that with the Celestial Sword Saint's strength, he would know everything that happened on the Desolate Plane every day even if he did not set foot outside. He bowed towards the Celestial Sword Saint and said, "Senior, may I ask how Donglin Yan Xue is doing right now?"
"The girl you speak of was taken away by Donglin Ce before she was put on trial. Donglin Ce is the current ancestor of the Donglin clan, so you don't need to worry about her."
Jianchen immediately let out a sigh of relief.
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