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Chapter 73: Patriarch Ren's Action—Did I Not Arrive Too Late?
In the blink of an eye, six figures emanating terrifying auras appeared before the crowd.
"Isn't that the Ancestral Patriarch from the Ren Clan summoned by the Eastern Domain prodigy?"
Soon, someone recognized the Ren Clan's Patriarch Ren. His Ninth Layer of the Boundless Realm nearly crippled Leng Yanran back then, only to be saved by her master.
Now, the Ren Clan's Patriarch Ren had personally arrived in the Northern Territory! And it appeared he had brought treasures with him, clearly prepared!
Who knew if Leng Yanran's mysterious master could handle this now?
"Patriarch Ren from the Ren Clan! Even the Clan Chief and the four elders have come. It seems that the Ren Clan is truly furious this time!"
After exiting the secret realm, Li Shenruo and Wang Yan initially planned to leave and return to the Eastern Domain. Now, upon seeing Patriarch Ren's arrival, they couldn't help but halt their steps.
"Patriarch, who killed Qier?"
As soon as the Ren Clan Chief arrived, he fully released his Ninth Layer of the Boundless Realm's aura, suppressing everyone present. Since he had come here, he wouldn't just kill one person. He intended to make these Northern Territory forces bleed as well. After all, Ren Qirui had fallen in the Northern Territory, and they had to pay the price!
"Hmph, little girl, where's your master? Why isn't he showing himself?"
Patriarch Ren paid no attention to his words. He fixed his gaze directly on Leng Yanran and locked onto her aura to prevent her from escaping.
"Damn it!"
Leng Yanran felt as though she were carrying a mountain on her back, yet she still gritted her teeth, refusing to bow her head to anyone except her master.
"Miss… Quickly think of something! How did you provoke such an old monster?"
Even the figure inside the coffin was having a hard time. Veins popped on his forehead, and he mumbled under immense pressure. He thought that leaving the secret realm would grant him freedom, but he had encountered a Divinity Separation Realm old monster immediately. Wasn't this just as bad as dying in the collapsing secret realm?
The figure in the coffin's only hope lay in the existence behind Leng Yanran, hoping that this being would lend a hand.
At that moment, several figures suddenly appeared in the distance. They were from the Holy Mountain and the Xiaoyao Palace.
"Elders!"
Li Shenruo's eyes lit up upon seeing the familiar figures. The three elders from the Holy Mountain, along with Li Yourong, approached slowly. Seeing that Li Shenruo hadn't encountered any accidents, they breathed sighs of relief.
In an instant, the appearance of Holy Mountain's envoys caught Patriarch Ren's attention. His brows furrowed as he became wary.
"Fellow Daoist Ren, we have come here only to take Shenruo back to the mountain. You need not concern yourself with anything else," the Elder from Holy Mountain replied casually, sensing Patriarch Ren's gaze.
With that said, they were about to lead Li Shenruo away.
"Elder, would you kindly spare a hand to save that woman…" Li Shenruo hesitated briefly, her voice soft, as she gestured towards Leng Yanran, who was bearing tremendous pressure.
Li Shenruo's acquisition of the Immortal-level cultivation technique owed much to Leng Yanran. One could even say Leng Yanran had willingly relinquished this opportunity for her!
"We have no need to foster adversaries at the Divinity Separation Realm for Holy Mountain. Behave, and return to the mountain with us," the Elder from Holy Mountain responded with a slight frown, refusing Li Shenruo's request without hesitation.
Only Li Yourong looked at Leng Yanran with a furrowed brow, torn between sympathy and apprehension, yet not daring to question the Elder.
"Damn it, Old Ren, what have you done to my chief disciple from Xiaoyao Palace, Wang Yan! Hand over our Xiaoyao Palace's chief disciple!"
Although the Xiaoyao Palace's faction had arrived, they hadn't seen any sign of Wang Yan. As a result, their collective gaze turned angry, directed at Patriarch Ren.
"Hmm? I haven't laid a hand on anyone from your Xiaoyao Palace. I came here this time only to avenge Qirui! Don't splash dirty water on me. If you want a fight, bring it on!"
Patriarch Ren, already annoyed, frowned even more displeasedly upon hearing their accusations.
"Um, well, I'm here…"
Wang Yan, with his swollen pig-head, cautiously approached and tugged at the Xiaoyao Palace Master's robe.
"What the hell! Where did this pig demon come from! Get lost!"
The Palace Master turned around, startled by the sudden presence of the pig-headed figure. With a kick, the person was sent flying. With a resounding crash, the ground bore a deep human-shaped hole.
"Wait… Hiss!!! Wang Yan, are you alright?"
The Palace Master suddenly realized, and upon recognizing the extremely familiar aura, realized it was… Wang Yan!
Hurriedly, he landed next to the pit, rescuing the almost lifeless Wang Yan from the depths. Numerous fractures marred his body, rendering him immobile. With his pig-headed appearance, tears glistened in his eyes, washing away dirt and leaving two tracks.
At this moment, Wang Yan felt like he had reached the most wretched moment of his life.
Coming to this remote area of the Northern Territory to participate in the secret realm, he hadn't even entered it before swallowing a mouthful of ash. He had nearly met his end at the hands of Leng Yanran's master.
Upon entering the secret realm, Leng Yanran had extorted him, even robbing him of his precious treasures. He had been left with nothing but a scrap of cloth to cover himself. Now, after enduring so much, he finally had the chance to ask the Palace Master to mediate, only to be nearly kicked to death.
Life… it didn't seem all that meaningful. Dying like this didn't seem all that bad either.
With a deep gaze, Wang Yan looked at the Palace Master and silently closed his eyes. Yet, as the Palace Master fed him a few pills and prolonged his life...
"It seems your master won't be coming after all. That's fine, then. I'll just kill you first and then turn the entire Northern Territory upside down. I refuse to believe I can't catch him!"
Beside him, Patriarch Ren observed this scene, his heart devoid of mockery. Leng Yanran's master hadn't arrived, and he had run out of patience.
Stepping forward, his vision blurred. In the next instant, he was standing before Leng Yanran, his hand reaching for her delicate neck.
"Hum—"
The pendant hanging from Leng Yanran's chest, a gift from her master, emitted a dazzling light, momentarily resisting Patriarch Ren's hand.
Just as Patriarch Ren was about to make his move and sever her neck, a new figure appeared before him.
It was the youth who had killed Ren Qirui, the master of the woman before him.
He even wore a faint smile.
"Hmph, you finally dare to show yourself! It seems I can save myself the trouble of searching all over the Northern Territory! For killing my kin and shattering my avatar, today, both you and your disciple shall pay with your lives!" With a low shout, Patriarch Ren, unable to discern Chen Daoxuan's true strength, refrained from a direct confrontation. Instead, he returned to his original position, beckoning the members of the Ren Family to take their positions in formation.
"I am not late, right?"
Chen Daoxuan glanced at Patriarch Ren, then turned back, gently embracing Leng Yanran in his arms. He reached out and ruffled her hair, his voice soft as he inquired.
"Master..."