Jun Changxiao has arrived.
The eight Fortified Glazed Dragons are definitely in trouble.
The worst outcome would be death, but they still kept their lives, because Jian Guixu said something.
“Sect Master Jun.”
“These are companion beasts, extremely precious in the Upper Universe. Killing them would be a real waste. Why not capture them and send them into the Eternal Realm to let them nurture special ores?”
Where there is Fortified Glazed Stone, there are Fortified Glazed Dragons. Similarly, where there are Fortified Glazed Dragons, there will be Fortified Glazed Stone. The two exist symbiotically.
Jun Changxiao adopted Senior Guixu’s suggestion.
However.
Though spared the death penalty, they couldn’t escape punishment.
Thus, Eternal Sect disciples lined up in formation, taking turns blessing the eight Fortified Glazed Dragons with Celestial Sound power until they were abused into lying on the ground like dead dogs.
“Stomp!”
Jun Changxiao stepped on a certain dragon beast’s face and roared: “Where is this master’s disciple!”
By now the Fortified Glazed Dragons knew Ye Xingchen and this group were together, because their clothing was very similar. They weakly replied: “That human… suddenly disappeared…”
“Disappeared?”
“Yes, yes!”
The dragon beast hastily said: “He just suddenly vanished into thin air!”
Earlier, the brothers were preparing to tear Ye Xingchen apart and divide him up to eat, but then the person suddenly wasn’t there anymore. Otherwise they wouldn’t have stood there dazed for so long.
“Sect Master!”
At this moment, Li Qingyang stood before the Fortified Glazed Stone, pointing at the blood handprints on it and saying: “This is Junior Brother Ye’s blood!”
PS: The previous chapter wrote it as collecting into space, already corrected. In fact, Ye Xingchen hadn’t had time to collect it before he vanished into thin air.
Jun Changxiao walked over.
Looking at those two bloody handprints.
In a trance, he seemed to return to the moment when Ye Xingchen was seizing the medicinal materials and was gravely injured. The fury and killing intent in his eyes grew even more intense.
“Sigh.”
Gu Tianxing shook his head and said: “This is Fortified Glazed Stone, the most important primary ingredient in the pregnancy-stabilizing formula. That kid must have been too impatient and made his move before we could arrive.”
Jun Changxiao waved his hand and collected the medicinal materials.
Then he turned around, dragging the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade as he walked step by step toward the Fortified Glazed Dragons, his gaze gradually darkening.
Harming my disciple.
And causing him to disappear.
If I don’t chop you into mincemeat today, how can I quell the rage in my heart!
“Sect Master Jun!”
Jian Guixu hastily advised: “Calm down! Calm down!”
“Son, your disciple may have been rescued by a passing expert. Our urgent priority is to quickly find him!” Gu Tianxing said.
“Right!”
Jun Changxiao said: “Find him quickly!”
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
In the next second, star warships emerging from the Eternal Realm tore through spatial barriers and flew toward all directions of the universe.
Unfortunately.
After searching for several days, there was no news.
Jun Changxiao was anxious and restless, unable to sit still. He repeatedly went to the Prison Suppressing Tower to interrogate the eight dragon beasts about whether they had truly harmed his disciple. The answer remained that he had genuinely vanished into thin air.
“Er Ya!”
“Take good care of these turtle dragons!”
“Yes, Master!”
After Jun Changxiao left the Prison Suppressing Tower, Er Ya faced the camera while putting on white gloves, a white mask, and then donned a white coat.
Zhao Doudou and Dai Lü stood like door gods on either side, one responsible for passing the whip, the other responsible for passing the candles, their eyes unable to hide their excitement and agitation.
Ding!
Your friends, the Prison Trio, are now online!
“…”
Feng Wanli, locked in the cell, saw the three people’s simultaneously serious and excited appearance and couldn’t help but shudder.
“Smack!”
“Smack!”
“Ahhh!”
The torture began, wails rang out.
Feng Wanli had already prepared himself mentally, but hearing the eight dragon beasts’ utterly miserable screams still made his scalp nearly explode.
“Will you talk or not!”
“Will you talk or not!”
“Ahh… talk… talk about what…”
Er Ya stopped, hands on her hips, almond eyes wide and glaring: “Was my adorable Brother Xingchen killed by you guys!”
“No… we didn’t!”
“Smack smack smack!”
“Ahh—” One dragon beast, unable to endure the pain both inside and out, suddenly had a flash of inspiration. As she raised her whip again, it hastily said: “When that guy disappeared, I smelled incense fragrance!”
“Right, right!”
“I smelled it too!”
Several dragons wailed in unison, no longer caring about dignity.
“Incense fragrance?” Feng Wanli, squatting in his cell, muttered to himself: “Could it be…”
…
Eternal Sect.
Jun Changxiao sat in the great hall, chin resting on the back of his hand, brows furrowed into the character for “river.”
“Sect Master Jun need not worry.” Jian Guixu said: “Your disciple may have been rescued by a passing expert.”
He had examined the scene.
Though there were traces of brutal combat, nothing suggested Ye Xingchen had been completely obliterated. So the companion beasts probably weren’t lying—the person truly did vanish into thin air.
Disappearing has only two possibilities.
First, in a critical moment, he used a secret technique to escape.
Second, an expert intentionally or unintentionally intervened to save him.
The Fortified Glazed Stone bore Ye Xingchen’s bloody handprints, proving he was determined to obtain it. So escape was basically impossible, meaning he could only have been rescued.
“Senior.”
Jun Changxiao asked: “Do you know who it was?”
“This old man does not know.” Jian Guixu shook his head.
“…”
Jun Changxiao immediately became dejected.
“However.” Jian Guixu stated with confidence: “To be able to take away a living person right under the noses of eight Fortified Glazed Dragons without anyone noticing, the person who intervened must have strength no less than mine!”
“Oh?”
Jun Changxiao’s eyes lit up.
This information was extremely important, because in the Upper Universe, warriors stronger than Jian Guixu could definitely be counted on one’s fingers.
“Sect Master.”
Liu Sinan worried: “Could it be the Heavenly Demon Emperor?”
“This old man also thinks so.” Jian Guixu said.
“That’s impossible.” Jun Changxiao said: “If it were him, shouldn’t he have immediately killed him?”
Jian Guixu said: “The Heavenly Demon Emperor is an ambitious person who especially focuses on cultivating subordinates. This old man worries he’s taken a liking to your disciple and is using some method to forcibly control him.”
“Smack!”
Jun Changxiao slammed the table and stood up, roaring furiously: “He dares!”
“Of course.”
Jian Guixu said: “This old man is merely speculating. Perhaps some great expert happened to pass by and rescued your disciple.”
“I hope so.”
Jun Changxiao sat down, his face full of worry.
Jian Guixu’s earlier speculation had completely occupied his thoughts. He even began imagining the Heavenly Demon Emperor brainwashing Ye Xingchen, then one day having him coldly and ruthlessly raise his sword against fellow sect members.
The future plot about leaving the sect is already brain-dead enough—we absolutely cannot have an even more brain-dead plot!
Fellow sect members fighting and bickering truly builds emotional bonds.
Fellow sect members turning against each other and killing one another, regardless of the reason, is absolutely feeding readers excrement in a serious, hot-blooded sect novel.
Therefore…
“Master!”
Just as Jun Changxiao was about to collapse, Er Ya’s voice transmitted: “I have a lead!”
“Whoosh!”
Jun Changxiao hastily merged into the Heavenly Origin Prison Suppressing Tower.
Eight miniaturized dragon beasts huddled closely together, looking pitiful enough to inspire sympathy.
Jun Changxiao paid them no mind, instead fixing his gaze on Feng Wanli, who was hanging in mid-air, quite puzzled: “Er Ya, why are you attending to him?”
“Sect Master!”
Dai Lü explained: “When attending to these dragons earlier, this disciple noticed this guy’s eyes weren’t right!”
“So I attended to him together.” Er Ya raised her little head proudly.
“And the result?”
Jun Changxiao asked.
Er Ya looked at the suspended Feng Wanli and said: “You speak, or shall I?”
“I… I’ll speak!” Feng Wanli said with a pained expression: “Your disciple… may have been… taken away by my alliance leader…”
“Night King?”
Jun Changxiao furrowed his brow.
“Damn it!” The system collapsed: “The disciple disappears and the case is solved in less than a chapter? Really has no face!”
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