"You..."
When that golden longsword appeared, every senior expert present changed their expression, their faces showing more or less displeasure.
Because they all knew the origin of the sword in the hands of Wuya's Temple Master—it was an extraordinary weapon. To be precise, it was not a Rare Weapon, but a semi-finished King Weapon: the Dragon Pattern Sword.
Although it was only a semi-finished King Weapon and still vastly different from a true King Weapon, it far exceeded Rare Weapons in power. In the Eastern Sea, it was an incredibly rare treasure.
This semi-finished King Weapon, the Dragon Pattern Sword, was Wuya's Temple Master's most prized possession and his ultimate weapon for dominating all opponents as a Martial Lord. So the moment he drew it, everyone understood that the Temple Master was getting serious. To protect the life of his disciple, he might truly go on a killing spree.
Though the senior experts present could have joined forces to subdue the Temple Master if they worked together, none of them were willing to truly draw swords against him over someone like Wuqing, who had no connection to any of them.
So even though they found the Temple Master's behavior contemptible—and were even more annoyed by his utter disregard for their presence—no one stepped forward to intervene.
As for Chun Wu and the others, though they desperately wanted to help Chu Feng, Wuya's Temple Master was simply too powerful. They were willing but unable at this moment. After all, no matter how many experts Ethereal Immortal Peak had, they were all still at the Martial Lord level—clearly no match for the Temple Master.
"Wuqing, kneel and beg for forgiveness now, and I might still consider giving you a chance. Otherwise, not even the King of Heaven himself could save you." Things having reached this point, Wuya's Temple Master had completely abandoned his dignity. Despite being in the wrong to begin with, he now demanded that Chu Feng kneel before him and plead for mercy.
"What a grand mouth you have. Let me show you today whether anyone can protect Wuqing or not."
At that very moment, a voice like a thunderclap suddenly exploded across the sky. Simultaneously, a figure descended from the heavens and landed before Chu Feng.
It was Qiushui Fuyan. The instant she appeared, the Temple Master's overwhelming pressure was instantly suppressed, and the mountain peak returned to its previous state—even more serene and peaceful than before.
When Qiushui Fuyan appeared, everyone was stunned, because her bearing was truly extraordinary, like a celestial maiden who did not belong to the mortal world. Though a veil concealed her face, one could still tell she was a rare beauty.
Most importantly, no one could read Qiushui Fuyan's aura at all. But judging from the fact that she had effortlessly suppressed the Temple Master's pressure, people could tell she was a true expert—very likely a Martial King.
"Who are you?" Just as expected, the moment Qiushui Fuyan appeared, the Temple Master's earlier arrogance vanished, and he asked with great caution.
At the same time, everyone present fixed their gaze intently upon Qiushui Fuyan, wanting to know exactly who this mysterious figure was. Qiushui Fuyan had kept a very low profile in recent times, and not many people knew her.
"Yuanyang Terrace. Daoist Nun Qiushui," she replied coolly.
"I've heard of Yuanyang Terrace—nothing more than a place where self-important people hole up. I do know the strongest among them, but I've never heard of any Daoist Nun Qiushui."
Upon learning that Qiushui Fuyan hailed from Yuanyang Terrace, the Temple Master's confidence immediately surged. He knew of Yuanyang Terrace. While many eccentric figures lived there in seclusion, even the famous ones didn't concern him—let alone some unknown nun named Qiushui.
So he felt that no matter how strong she was, she was at best a peak Martial Lord like himself. Armed with the Dragon Pattern Sword and his Heaven-Splitting Sword technique, he was certain he could defeat her.
"You and I have never met, but we are both friends of the Ethereal Immortal. I advise you not to meddle in affairs that don't concern you."
"Meddle? Wuqing is the disciple of my dear friend. My friend is away, and her disciple is being bullied—tell me, as an elder, how could I possibly stand by and do nothing?!" As Qiushui Fuyan spoke, her eyes suddenly turned razor-sharp. Before anyone could react—
With a thunderous *thud*, Wuya's Temple Master had been forced to his knees. The overwhelming force was so tremendous that it cracked the rune-inscribed surface of the mountain peak beneath him. His face was pale as paper, cold sweat poured down his body, and he trembled violently, his eyes darting about, filled with sheer terror.