Book 2 : The Masked Strength of the Sect's Trash Chapter 105

Shao Cheng’s fury erupted as he unleashed his own assault on the Guiyuan Pavilion’s ship. With a surge of spiritual energy, his sword radiated a blinding light, slashing forward with such force that the world itself seemed to pale in comparison.

The disciples aboard Guiyuan Pavilion’s ship were filled with terror. Zhang Conglong, realizing the danger, shouted, “Defensive measures, now!”

The ship lit up with layers of glowing formations and barriers designed for protection. However, under Shao Cheng’s powerful strike, they crumbled like eggshells.

The defensive formations, sturdy enough to withstand most attacks below the Nascent Soul level, shattered one by one before his sword energy. Explosions resounded as the formations collapsed, the spiritual energy backlash from each detonation leaving the disciples dazed and injured. Blood spilled as several disciples were severely wounded, and even Zhang Conglong went pale with shock, witnessing the sheer might of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Meanwhile, Cang Zhengchu’s face twisted with both anger and shock. He hadn’t expected the Lingxiao Sect to arrive so swiftly. The earlier thunderous shout had already unsettled his spiritual energy, and before he could fully recover, Shao Cheng’s destructive sword strike followed.

Cang Zhengchu bellowed, “How dare you?!”

The ship was filled with Guiyuan Pavilion’s elite disciples, including Zhang Conglong, a crucial future leader. If they were killed here, Guiyuan Pavilion would lose its future.

In desperation, Cang Zhengchu’s spiritual energy surged as he blocked Shao Cheng’s attack. The clash of power erupted with an explosion, violently shaking Guiyuan Pavilion’s ship. Defensive arrays struggled to withstand the blast, emitting a series of sharp cracks. Finally, the primary energy array overloaded, igniting fires as thick smoke billowed from the ship.

With a deafening crash, the ship veered off course, spiraling downward and colliding with the ground, sending tremors through the earth. The once-mighty Grade Five artifact lay in ruins, shattered into fragments. Even Guiyuan Pavilion would feel the pain of losing such a valuable vessel.

Cang Zhengchu scanned the wreckage with his spiritual sense, relieved to find that while many disciples were injured, none faced life-threatening harm. Zhang Conglong, in particular, had remained unharmed.

But before he could speak, a flash of cold light appeared before him—Shao Cheng’s next attack.

“Cang Zhengchu, you cowardly relic! You dared to harm my disciple—today, I won’t let you off!” Shao Cheng roared, his face twisted in rage, intent on killing.

Cang Zhengchu backed away quickly, evading the attack, knowing he was at fault here.

“Brother Shao, please, let me explain—”

“Explain, my foot! Eat my sword!” Shao Cheng cut him off, giving him no chance to speak, mercilessly slashing again and again. He was furious beyond measure.

On Lingxiao Sect’s ship, Xiao Yi watched her master battle, eyes wide as she fixed her hair, exclaiming in awe, “Master is so strong!”

Though Shao Cheng was only at the early Nascent Soul stage, while Cang Zhengchu was at mid-stage and two levels higher, he was being chased and cut down by Shao Cheng.

Lu Shaoqing scoffed, “It’d be great if he could kill that old scoundrel.”

“Can’t he?” Xiao Yi asked, confused.

Lu Shaoqing rolled his eyes. “Do you think killing a Nascent Soul cultivator is easy? If it were that simple, they wouldn’t be called Nascent Souls.”

“Besides, Master’s two levels below him—it’s not easy,” Lu Shaoqing explained, then looked toward the sky. “But if the Sect Master steps in, it might be possible.”

Xiao Yi’s eyes lit up. “The Sect Master is here?”

“He’s hiding up there,” Lu Shaoqing said, pointing upward. She strained her eyes but couldn’t see anything, though knowing the Sect Master was around brought her comfort.

“Thank goodness the Sect Master came just in time,” Xiao Yi sighed in relief. “We’re saved.”

Lu Shaoqing scoffed, “In time? If he were on time, he’d have shown up when that old scoundrel appeared, not after things got this messy.”

Xiao Yi, smiling knowingly, saw right through him. “Second Brother, you’re mad because the Sect Master didn’t come sooner to stop Master from getting hurt.”

Lu Shaoqing snapped back, “Rubbish! If they’d been any later, I’d have had to step in!”

Xiao Yi’s smile faltered. She whispered, “I don’t believe that for a second.”

He often said he’d flee at the first sign of trouble, but today, in the face of real danger, Lu Shaoqing hadn’t run. Instead, he’d prepared to fight. Xiao Yi realized a hidden side of her second senior brother—a softer side beneath his blunt words.

She turned her gaze to her master’s battle in the distance, watching the flashes of spiritual energy shake the ground.

“Second Brother, is there anything we can do to help?” she asked, concerned.

Lu Shaoqing glanced at her dismissively. “What realm are you at? Do you even know your own limits?”

“Oh, wait,” he added with a smirk, “there is something you can do.”

Xiao Yi perked up, eager to help. “What is it, Second Brother? Tell me!”

“Just stand on the bow and curse out that old scoundrel Cang Zhengchu. Consider it helping Master in spirit.”

Without a second thought, Xiao Yi took her stance, channeling her spiritual energy. She yelled, “Cang Zhengchu, you shameless old fossil! Bullying us juniors and getting scared when you face my Master?”

“You can’t even win with your higher cultivation level! And if you lowered your level to match mine, I’d beat you black and blue!”

Above, a burly man with a square face and bright, sharp eyes stood atop a flying sword, observing the scene. This was Lingxiao Sect’s Sect Master, Yu Chang. Beside him was Xiao Yi’s uncle, Xiao Chuang, the head of Chiyue Peak.

The two men had concealed their auras, appearing almost like ordinary mortals.

Both wore expressions of satisfaction.

“Impressive. With Ji Yan reaching Sword Heart Connection, Lingxiao Sect’s future is unshakable,” Yu Chang remarked with excitement. To a sect leader, nothing was more thrilling than the advancement of one’s disciples.

Xiao Chuang nodded, watching Shao Cheng fight with some envy. “Brother Shao is quite lucky. His disciples are outstanding.”

The disciples of Chiyue Peak’s core group had only reached the ninth level of Foundation Establishment. In contrast, Tianyu Peak had two disciples at the Core Formation stage, both far beyond their peers.

Yu Chang chuckled, “It’s our good fortune.”

But Xiao Chuang sighed. “If only Lu Shaoqing were as motivated as Ji Yan…”

Yu Chang’s smile froze instantly.