Chapter 171: The Dilemma of Yaochi Sacred Land

Chapter 171: The Dilemma of Yaochi Sacred Land

After parting ways with Little Koi, Qin Xuan did not know that, under the instigation of the Heaven-Swallowing Carps, Little Koi's thoughts had shifted once again, even bordering on throwing herself into his arms.

Had he known, even if he had to throw the true phoenix feather into the Endless Sea, he would never have gone to meet Su Youyu again.

Looking at the vibrating true phoenix feather before him, which had opened a portal once again, he, who had been like a headless fly in the Land of Fallen Emperors, pondered for a long time before finally stepping inside.

The world spun before his eyes, and when he steadied himself, before Qin Xuan sat the Peak Master of Wan Jian Peak, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation.

At this moment, the Peak Master of Wan Jian Peak's face was pale, and a great sword was stuck vertically into the ground, with a clear notch on the blade.

One must know that this was a High Grade Sacred Artifact, and even if it could not compare to the ancient prison-suppressing tower, it was still extraordinary.

To be damaged in such a battle, one could imagine how fierce and intense this battle had been.

"Su Youyu, you've gone too far! What is your intention in teleporting Qin Xuan here at a time like this? Do you want him to die with us!?"

Senior Sister Ziyuan stared at Su Youyu, furious.

Her own state was not good either.

There was a large patch of blood mist on her shoulder, the bones inside were shattered, and her complexion was extremely grim.

Many Yaochi Sacred Land Disciples spoke up one after another to persuade him, "Senior Brother Qin Xuan, if the matter cannot be accomplished, one should not insist!"

"We are injured and destined to be a burden. Once the battle begins later, Senior Brother, just tear open a gap and charge out yourself."

"It will be good to avenge us in the future!"

These Yaochi Sacred Land Disciples regarded Qin Xuan as a deity.

Knowing it was impossible, how could they let Qin Xuan risk his life?

If they had known in advance that the reinforcements Su Youyu spoke of were Qin Xuan, they would never have agreed to this teleportation, even if it meant dying here.

Su Youyu, wearing a ru skirt, had a face full of anger on her palm-sized pretty face, "Fine, fine, fine, you are all righteous, and I, Su Youyu, am the cold-hearted and unrighteous one, is that it?"

"If you hadn't been beaten to the point of having no power to fight back and needed to rely on my underworld emperor bell to catch your breath, would I have needed to teleport Qin Xuan over at this time?"

She was extremely annoyed.

Watching the excitement from the sidelines, she had always been in a safe zone.

She had never thought about putting herself in danger.

If she hadn't watched with her own eyes as Yaochi Sacred Land was about to be wiped out, would she have bothered to show herself?

At a time like this, if she didn't bring in Qin Xuan as a surprise move, where else would there be a way to survive?

"Stop arguing. I came here voluntarily this time; it has nothing to do with Su Youyu."

Qin Xuan raised his hand, and the many Yaochi Sacred Land Disciples all closed their mouths to listen, no longer arguing.

They obeyed orders strictly, like soldiers under a commander.

He slowly walked toward Senior Sister Ziyuan, reached out to gently touch her wound, took out a Medicinal Pill, fed it to her, and then said in a cold voice, "Who hurt you?"

In Yaochi Sacred Land, he had already tried his best to prevent the Daughters of Luck from coming.

After all, women like Mu Qingxue had too weak cultivation.

Even with Luck on their side, coming to the Land of Fallen Emperors was fraught with danger.

But he hadn't expected that even Senior Sister Ziyuan, with her special Physique in the Quasi-Saint Realm, would actually be injured.

And the injury was not light.

This greatly exceeded his expectations and made him very dissatisfied.

It felt like being backstabbed.

He was exceptionally unhappy, and killing intent surged.

In Senior Sister Ziyuan's cold and beautiful eyes, there was now full tenderness.

She shook her head slightly and said softly, "I am fine. I have already taken the Medicinal Pill for these injuries, and it won't be long before I recover."

"It is you, instead, who should not let hatred blind you. We are surrounded, and it is not something that can be changed by the power of one person. Even someone as strong as the Peak Master of Wan Jian Peak is seriously injured!"

Outside the underworld emperor bell, a man with gloomy eyes and a cold, stern face clicked his tongue in wonder, "Even at a time like this, you are still flirting. I don't know what you in Yaochi Sacred Land are thinking about all day long."

"Apart from Dual Cultivation, do you in Yaochi Sacred Land not know how to Cultivate?"

"Where did that arrogant aura from the entrance go? Why are you all quiet now, like eggplants beaten by frost?"

Qin Xuan raised his eyes and looked directly at the youth.

He recognized this person's identity as the Saint of Butian Holy Land.

He was also the only person who had killed a Saint of Yaochi Sacred Land.

He looked around and saw many familiar figures beside the Saint of Butian Holy Land.

They were all Loose Cultivators from various parties who had entered the Land of Fallen Emperors.

At this moment, they were already of one mind, colluding together.

He also saw Su Youyu's third sister, the third person of the Seven Pearls of Mingyue, Wu Bingqing.

He also saw the Third Prince of the Ziyang Imperial Family, sitting in a luxurious, gold-roofed, magnificent sedan chair.

They were all watching from the sidelines, or perhaps it could be said, watching a good show.

"Did you hurt Senior Sister Ziyuan?"

Qin Xuan narrowed his eyes and asked in a cold voice.

Wu Meng grinned and laughed wildly, "So what if I hurt her? If this little wench hadn't run fast, what would it matter if I killed her?"

"You fear the power of the Chief Saint Physician, but this is the Land of Fallen Emperors. Even someone as strong as Great Emperor Ziyang is beyond reach, let alone a Chief Saint Physician?"

"If I kill Senior Sister Ziyuan, could it be that the Chief Saint Physician would dare to run to my Mingyue Dynasty and settle scores with my Wu Clan?"

Wu Meng looked at Qin Xuan playfully, his eyes revealing greed, "Don't say I didn't give you a chance. Now there are two choices before you. First, you hand over the quasi-emperor artifact, and I will leave you an intact corpse. Second, you resist, causing everyone to be buried with you."

"From beginning to end, in my, Wu Meng's eyes, there is only one enemy, and that is you, Qin Xuan. It can be said that it is you, Qin Xuan, who has put the lives of these people in Yaochi Sacred Land in jeopardy."

Wu Meng was not stupid; on the contrary, he was very shrewd.

He was sowing discord, deliberately instigating the rock-solid Yaochi Sacred Land.

Unfortunately, within Yaochi Sacred Land, there was a traitor who was against Qin Xuan.

Saint Son Chen Fan was also injured in the chaotic battle and was resting on the side.

Hearing this, he glared with anger and roared, "Qin Xuan, if it weren't for you, the people of my Yaochi Sacred Land wouldn't be in this state!"

"Could it be that you are unwilling to hand over even a small tower, wanting everyone from my Yaochi Sacred Land here to be buried with you for the sake of a small tower!?"

What he feared most was that small tower.

Even if it fell into Wu Meng's hands, he did not want Qin Xuan to continue holding it.

If that small tower was gone, Qin Xuan's threat to him would be much smaller.

At that time, he would reveal his trump cards, fight, and lead the Disciples of Yaochi Sacred Land to break out of the encirclement.

Not only would the face he lost in the Holy Land be fully recovered, but his status would also rise with the tide.

There would be countless others who had received his favors and would be willing to become his followers.

By then, even if Qin Xuan were still alive, he would be able to stand on equal footing with him.

If Qin Xuan didn't have that fate, then sorry.

He would just have to let the Holy Master of Yaochi choose another successor to inherit the Phoenix Treasure Technique!

Heh!

Thinking of this, the corners of Saint Son Chen Fan's mouth couldn't help but rise.

Just at this moment, Saint Son Chen Fan suddenly felt dizzy, and when he focused his eyes again, Qin Xuan had already arrived in front of him.

A palm as large as a fan came swiftly.

Slap—Qin Xuan slapped Saint Son Chen Fan on the face, actually sending him flying a hundred zhang away, crashing straight into the inner barrier of the underworld emperor bell, sticking there for several breaths before slowly falling down.