Supreme Martial God of the City

Chapter 1500: Chapter 1369: Martial Sect Wuqing

Some even placed their bets on Ye Tian.

But still, the fact remains, Ye Tian is already dead...

None of it matters anymore. Since that’s the case, why continue to stand with War Abyss in life and death?

Especially when the enemy War Abyss is about to face, Wu Bubai understands all too well—it is the half-step transcendent force and transcendent forces of the Small Thousand World!

There isn’t a shred of chance.

It’s even more futile than a chicken egg colliding with a stone.

"But, Master, when Ye Tian went to the Small Thousand World, you promised him."

Ji Qinghe spoke up, her voice tinged with sadness. Truthfully, she didn’t anticipate that even the Martial Sect would turn heartless.

After all, back in the day, the relationship between the Martial Sect and Ye Tian was really, really good.

Especially between the Martial Sect’s Great Elder, Wu Bubai, and Ye Tian.

Who would have thought...

Ji Qinghe felt stifled.

An indescribable bitterness in her heart. She even wanted to cry.

"Little girl, the world of Martial Arts is cruel like this. Yes, I once held Ye Tian in extremely high regard, and Ye Tian even killed a traitor and shame of the Martial Sect and was a benefactor to us, but that isn’t a reason for me to lead the Martial Sect to its death. Again, Ye Tian hasn’t died; even if the Martial Sect stands and falls with War Abyss, it’s acceptable. But, Ye Tian is already..."

Wu Bubai said indifferently.

Cold.

Very cold.

His benevolence, kindliness.

"Master, sorry for interrupting."

Ji Qinghe took a deep breath, said, cupped her hands, and left.

After Ji Qinghe left.

Wu Bubai stood there quietly for a long time.

"Great Elder, wasn’t that a bit too heartless?"

Second Elder Wu Buhuo asked. Back then, Great Elder Wu Bubai’s support and endorsement of Ye Tian were beyond measure...

And now...

In comparison, even the high-level figures like Wu Buhuo feel it’s too fickle-hearted.

"Different times call for different measures."

Wu Bubai replied solemnly; he is the Great Elder of the Martial Sect, responsible for the whole sect.

Back in those days, he could support Ye Tian, as a form of investment, a bet.

But now that the gamble is lost, the investment failed, it’s impossible to stubbornly lead the whole Martial Sect to destruction.

He has no regrets.

Perhaps somewhat heartless, but when has the world of Martial Arts ever been sentimental?

"Ye Tian, don’t blame me, blame yourself for passing away prematurely! I warned you before that inflexibility often breaks, and you didn’t listen!"

The next day.

Early morning.

Ye Tian, Spirit Butterfly, Ling Heng, and a promising young member of the Qing Yan Clan named Ling Zhi stepped out from the massive trunk of the Qing Yan Clan’s great tree.

Looking toward the endless void.

Waiting for the War Shuttle from the Demon Spring Clan to come pick them up.

As for the Qingyan Wine prepared by the Qing Yan Clan over several days, it had already been packed into the Space Ring and was carried by Ling Heng.

Spirit Butterfly’s attire today was quite beautiful, draped in a long blue dress, featuring exquisitely handcrafted butterflies embroidered on the folds of the skirt. She also wore bracelets, necklaces, and makeup.

In fact, neither Spirit Butterfly herself nor Ling Heng, her father, deep down wished her to dress so beautifully today. Because the prettier she was, the more likely she’d be targeted at the wedding when performing, the more tragic the end might be.

However, reason dictated to Spirit Butterfly and Ling Heng that she had to dress beautifully, otherwise, it would be disrespectful to the grand wedding, to the Demon Spring Saint Son, and to the entire Demon Spring Clan, perhaps leading to an even more wretched end.

"Ye Tian, don’t be too nervous. Although the Demon Spring Clan is incredibly strong and domineering, today’s the Demon Spring Saint Son’s wedding day, so they probably won’t target us too much."

Spirit Butterfly softly whispered to Ye Tian beside her. This innocent and kind girl, being able to predict her own tragic fate, was still comforting Ye Tian.

Originally, when Ye Tian proposed to go to the Demon Spring Clan together, she was strongly opposed because it was too dangerous.

Yet Ye Tian insisted on going.

In the end, she had no choice but to agree.

"Don’t worry; with Ling Zhi and me protecting you, you will be safe." Spirit Butterfly added, her words seemingly meant to reassure both Ye Tian and herself.

Regarding Ye Tian’s strength, Spirit Butterfly, Ling Zhi, and Ling Heng all knew well that it’s unlikely to be very strong; in fact, it’s probably weak, extremely weak.

Because.

Firstly, although Ye Tian reached the Ruins Master Realm at the age of twenty-something, which was quite astounding, even shocking, he was merely at the Ruins Master Realm, which was insignificant among the Qing Yan Clan and even less so within the Demon Spring Clan.

Secondly, the human realm always seemed feeble, compared to other races such as the Qing Yan Clan’s Realm Master Realm being much stronger, and not to mention the Demon Spring Clan’s Domain Lord Realm. Human bodies are naturally disadvantaged, especially considering power and physical defense shortcomings.

"Upon reaching the Demon Spring Clan, it’s best to refrain from speaking, as neither I nor the Holy Daughter can protect you."

Ling Zhi spoke up; he was a taciturn youth, not very old, just seven or eight thousand years, but already at the Ninth Level Peak of the Ruins Master Realm, said to possess a notable talent in the Sword Dao, cultivating the Ancient Spirit Saber Technique.

Though his tone was firm, it was also out of hope that Ye Tian survives.

"Thank you." Ye Tian expressed his gratitude.

Just then.

"Whirr..."

It’s here.

A War Shuttle arrived silently from the distant void.

The War Shuttle wasn’t large, but it was surrounded by a layer resembling a fluid halo.

"The Demon Spring Clan’s War Shuttle can become almost invisible, and it’s incredibly fast." Spirit Butterfly provided a brief introduction.

Now, the War Shuttle had reached the front of the group.

"Ling Heng, did you bring the Qingyan Wine?" A leader of a young team clad in metal armor on the War Shuttle asked, voice cold, directly calling Ling Heng by name.

"I have it all." Ling Heng quickly responded, cupping his hands without a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Then board the War Shuttle."

The man in light red armor spoke indifferently, but then took notice of Ye Tian: "Why is there a human?"

"To report to the envoy, he is Ye Tian, a friend of the Qing Yan Clan, and wishes to attend the Saint Son’s wedding, wanting to witness everything and offer his blessings to the Saint Son."

Ling Heng hurriedly said, speaking with respect as he offered up a Space Ring.

The man in light red armor casually grabbed the ring from Ling Heng, examined the abundant Martial Arts Resources within—a gesture of Ling Heng’s respect—a show of understanding.

Thus, he gave face.

The man in light red armor casually said: "Since that’s the case, I’ll give you some face. However, let me say first, humans, such small ants, are generally disliked by our Demon Spring Clan. Once you reach the Demon Spring Clan, it’s best to have a sense of awareness about what should and shouldn’t be said, lest you lose your life due to ignorance."

"Yes, yes..."

Ling Heng nodded vigorously: "Ye Tian, Little Butterfly, Ling Zhi, let us board."

The four of them boarded the War Shuttle.

Ye Tian didn’t feel any different.

But Spirit Butterfly and Ling Zhi were somewhat fearful, slightly trembling because the guards on the War Shuttle standing straight, all possessed strong strength, entirely being Realm Lord Realm.

Moreover, it was apparent that they’ve experienced lots of bloody and life-threatening trials; their ominous aura was too thick, exerting tremendous pressure.

"Ye Tian, come a little closer to me."

Spirit Butterfly walked in front of Ye Tian, whispering, then slightly released her aura to envelop both herself and Ye Tian, helping shield him from the malevolent aura emitted by the Demon Spring Clan guards.

Ye Tian truly felt a shiver of warmth in his heart.

This girl, so kind-hearted.

"Thank you."

Ye Tian couldn’t help but pat Spirit Butterfly’s small head. Spirit Butterfly’s face slightly reddened; she stole a glance at Ye Tian, and then her beautiful eyes dimmed. After today, her fate...

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