Chapter 331: Chapter 330: Third Elder
"Hmph!" Sensing the oppressive aura, Shen Haoran snorted coldly. The Chaos Heaven-Dominating Technique circulated within him, and an incredibly domineering presence erupted, directly tearing apart the spiritual pressure from Fang Shizhong’s grandfather.
The three visiting Outer Elders were all shocked to see Shen Haoran tear apart the spiritual pressure. Shen Haoran was only a Tier One Spirit General, while Elder Fang was a Tier One Spirit Aspect—they were separated by an entire Great Realm! Not only was Shen Haoran unaffected by Elder Fang’s pressure, but he could even resist and tear it apart. ’This kid is hiding his true strength!’
Fang Shizhong’s grandfather stared at Shen Haoran, his expression growing increasingly grim. With a flicker of his figure, he launched a direct attack!
"Elder Fang, stop!"
However, just at that moment, another elder stepped in front of Shen Haoran, blocking the attack from Fang Shizhong’s grandfather.
"Qin Lie, what is the meaning of this? Are you trying to shield these brats who offended our Celestial Spirit Sect?" Elder Fang demanded coldly, glaring at the man before him.
"Elder Fang, attacking so rashly before the matter is clear could damage the reputation of our Celestial Spirit Sect. Let’s wait until I’ve questioned them before we make a decision," Elder Qin stated calmly.
"Are you blind, Qin Lie? Didn’t you see this brat cripple my grandson’s arm? The matter is perfectly clear! I’m going to cripple him right now and avenge my grandson!" Elder Fang snarled, his gaze fixed sinisterly on Shen Haoran.
"Listen here, old man! Your grandson is a Tier Eight Spirit Marquis, while my Brother Shen is only Tier One. How could he possibly cripple his arm? He obviously fell down by accident and is trying to blame us. How shameless!" Murong Wanqing stepped forward, pointing right at Elder Fang’s nose. She was never one to behave, and Fang Shizhong playing the victim had already infuriated her. This was her chance to humiliate him mercilessly!
At Murong Wanqing’s words, it wasn’t just the three Outer Elders; even the corner of Shen Haoran’s mouth twitched. ’Crippled his own arm by falling down? Could you be any more ridiculous? Fang Shizhong is a Tier Eight Spirit Marquis, after all. Forget a fall, even a direct hit from an iron hammer wouldn’t have crippled his arm. Only my freakish strength could have done something like that...’
"Hmph! Such a glib tongue! Still trying to make excuses? None of you will escape today!" Elder Fang’s face darkened as he roared at Murong Wanqing.
"Fine! Bring it on, if you’ve got the guts! If you so much as harm a single hair on my head, believe me when I say your pathetic Celestial Spirit Sect will disappear from the Northern Domain by tomorrow!" Murong Wanqing shot Elder Fang a disdainful look. As the young lady of the Murong Clan, she had the standing to make such a threat.
"Wanqing, shut up!" Shen Haoran snapped before Murong Wanqing could get too smug. It wasn’t that he was worried about offending the Celestial Spirit Sect. ’I just don’t want Wanqing’s identity to be exposed,’ he thought. ’Otherwise, it’ll just cause more trouble for me!’
"Such big words for a little girl, daring to threaten our Celestial Spirit Sect!" Elder Fang sneered at Murong Wanqing’s threat. ’A moment ago, the situation was unclear, so Qin Lie stopped me. But now she’s publicly threatened the Celestial Spirit Sect. Qin Lie has no reason to get in my way now!’
"Men! Seize them! Throw them into the Sect prison!" Elder Fang barked. The surrounding disciples swarmed in, forcing Shen Haoran and his companions into a corner.
"Kid, no one who threatens the Celestial Spirit Sect gets to live! Get them!" Elder Fang sneered.
At Elder Fang’s command, the surrounding disciples surged forward, lunging at Shen Haoran and his friends.
Looking at those disciples, Shen Haoran snorted coldly and said, "If that’s how it’s going to be, then don’t blame me for what happens next!"
Shen Haoran took a deep breath. A terrifying storm of Spiritual Thought erupted from his body, forcing back the charging disciples. He then threw his head back and let out a long roar, the earth-shattering sound piercing the heavens and echoing across the entire Celestial Spirit Sect!
"A disciple of the Han Family from Desert City requests an audience with the Third Elder of the Celestial Spirit Sect!"
Empowered by Shen Haoran’s immense Spiritual Thought, the sound waves took on a physical quality, spreading rapidly throughout the Celestial Spirit Sect and refusing to fade.
Shen Haoran’s powerful voice echoed through every corner of the Celestial Spirit Sect. All the disciples stopped what they were doing and looked in his direction, confused. A buzz of discussion erupted, and for a moment, the entire Sect was thrown into a commotion.
"How audacious! To dare disturb the Third Elder!" Seeing Shen Haoran publicly call out to the Third Elder, the faces of the three elders changed drastically, and they all berated him in unison.
The Third Elder of the Inner Sect held an extremely special status within the Celestial Spirit Sect. Although he held the title, he never managed any of the Sect’s affairs. Despite this, even the Celestial Spirit Sect’s Sect Leader treated him with the utmost reverence. At first, these Elders didn’t understand and had even collectively voiced their disapproval of the Third Elder. However, the Third Elder had made a move once before, displaying a level of power that was utterly beyond their comprehension. After that, they all shut their mouths and came to completely accept the Third Elder’s authority.
For Shen Haoran to dare publicly disturb the Third Elder now infuriated the three Outer Elders, and their faces grew grim. Fang Shizhong’s grandfather became even more savage, lunging at Shen Haoran. A Ghost Head Saber materialized in his hand as he slashed down!
"CLANG!"
A sharp clang of metal striking metal echoed. Elder Fang’s Ghost Head Saber had come down directly on Shen Haoran’s head, but it stopped just millimeters above his scalp, unable to advance another fraction of an inch. Not even the sharp Blade Qi had harmed a single hair on his head.
"Th-this..." Seeing this bizarre scene, Elder Fang’s expression changed dramatically. He felt as if he had just struck a massive mountain; a powerful recoil shot back up the blade, numbing his entire arm.
As Elder Fang stood there in shock, a faint floral fragrance drifted by. A moment later, a few peach blossom petals floated down from the sky, soon turning into a gentle shower. The fragrance grew stronger and stronger.
Seeing the shower of peach blossoms, the three Outer Elders and all the surrounding disciples of the Celestial Spirit Sect hastily knelt. "We respectfully welcome the Third Elder!" they shouted in unison.
Hearing the disciples, Shen Haoran looked up toward a certain point in the sky. There, a graceful silhouette trod upon the falling petals, walking slowly toward them. An invisible pressure radiated from her, and the very heavens and earth seemed to lose their color.
"That’s the Third Elder of the Celestial Spirit Sect? A woman? And she’s so young!" Han Xu found the sight incredible. Shen Haoran also stared at the figure, his expression grave as his Heart Spirit trembled violently.
’So strong,’ Shen Haoran thought, his eyes narrowing as he watched the space contort beneath her feet. ’What realm has her cultivation reached? To be able to warp space with a casual movement... Not even a Spirit Emperor Powerhouse is capable of that!’
