Chapter 11: Enmity Dating Back Six Thousand Years

“By the way, I almost forgot to tell you some good news, Brother Luo Yan. I’ve already promised the Holy Maiden that I’ll help her find the thief tomorrow. This is a perfect opportunity for you to get close to the Holy Maiden! You have to understand, I’ve been wracking my brain to create this chance for you. Don’t let me down!” Wei Yi said, hands on hips, wearing an expression that said, “No need to thank me.”

“I’m not going!” Luo Yan’s face darkened.

He had already guessed who the fat thief stealing the Ten Thousand Beauty Flowers was.

Duan De!

That fellow had actually emerged into the world!

And he had set his sights on the Tianxuan Sacred Land. Most likely, he had overheard that soon the Tianxuan Sacred Land would join forces with other sacred lands to explore the ancient forbidden zone. When the sacred lands became depleted inside, he could go plunder ancestral tombs!

Luo Yan had studied the “Covering the Heavens” thoroughly and knew Duan De was certainly capable of such despicable deeds.

This man possessed a secret treasure that obscured the heavenly secrets. Ordinary sacred tools couldn’t track his trail. The Time Mirror, which had long surpassed the category of a sacred tool, could naturally reveal Duan De’s true form.

“Brother Luo Yan, aren’t you scared?” Wei Yi asked.

“Scared of what?”

“Of course, scared to meet the Holy Maiden! You said you don’t like her, but now you’re exposed. I’ve heard that when someone says that, it’s usually because they’re afraid to face their beloved, using irony to mask their inner turmoil and excitement!” Wei Yi declared confidently. As a mere child, he mistook every hint for love, jumping to conclusions.

“I don’t like her!”

“You definitely do but won’t admit it! Anyway, I’ve already promised the Holy Maiden for you. Whether you want to go or not, you have to!”

…

Early the next morning, Wei Yi dragged Luo Yan out and hurried towards the heart of the Tianxuan Sacred Land.

The Holy Maiden’s palace was deep within the sacred land, near a thatched hut regarded as the forbidden zone of Tianxuan. It was unique in the entire sacred land— even the sacred son of Tianxuan did not enjoy such privilege!

The Holy Maiden’s palace was established near a place brimming with life energy. Immortal aura drifted about, making visitors feel as if they had stepped into a fairyland.

When Luo Yan and Wei Yi arrived, many promising talents had already gathered there.

These were all admirers of the Tianxuan Holy Maiden. Hearing that her Ten Thousand Beauty Flowers had been stolen, they had come uninvited to help catch the thief.

This was a golden chance to get closer to the Holy Maiden.

…

Soon, a figure emerged from the palace, stepping gracefully as if walking on lotus blossoms.

She was a woman with bright eyes and perfect teeth, her slender neck like a lotus emerging from water—exquisite and ethereal beyond compare. Dressed in white, pure and flawless, she looked unlike any mortal, as if a celestial maiden descended from the heavens.

“Everyone, please leave. I can handle this matter myself. There’s no need to trouble you all!” she said, her aura transcendent.

“The Holy Maiden jokes,” growled a cultivator from the Jiang family, his tone filled with hatred. “That thief is truly vile. Not long ago, he stole a secret treasure from one of our Jiang ancestors. This journey is not just to help the Holy Maiden catch him but also under the orders of our ancestor to retrieve the treasure.”

Another outstanding young man from a sacred land spoke up: “This thief is quite skilled and powerful. I, too, have had something stolen by him. I heard the Holy Maiden possesses a method to find this person, so I’ve come to assist—and to recover my own treasure!”

“My master also lost a treasure…”

Listening to their reasons, Luo Yan could only sigh in admiration at why she was known as the East Wilderness’s most beautiful woman. Just a single trouble had attracted so many talents without her even raising a finger.

Why would Duan De need anyone? What ordinary treasure could catch his eye? These people were clearly making excuses!

The Tianxuan Holy Maiden saw through their intentions. Facing such a crowd, even she could not afford to offend them all at once.

These people came from various factions; even she could not risk making so many enemies simultaneously.

In the end, the Holy Maiden selected a dozen or so elites from ancient lineages and sacred lands, persuading the rest to leave.

“Please return and wait a moment. Once we find the thief, we will notify everyone. We will make sure this thief returns the treasures stolen from each of you!”

Seeing the Holy Maiden speak so, the crowd had no choice but to accept, though they secretly resented not being chosen.

As the crowd dispersed, the alternate sacred son of the Yaoguang Sacred Land fixed his gaze on Luo Yan and Wei Yi nearby. “Why are you two still here? Are you waiting for the Holy Maiden to order your expulsion?”

At his words, all eyes turned toward them.

Wei Yi jumped forward, “The Holy Maiden hasn’t said a word yet. What right do you have to speak up? What a big mouth!”

Luo Yan’s expression remained unchanged, but he wondered how this guy had transformed from socially anxious to a social bull in just three months. Was this his true nature?

The Yaoguang alternate sacred son’s face darkened, humiliated by a child under ten, especially in front of the Holy Maiden. Anger surged, “You sharp-tongued brat! Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your elders!”

Just as he was about to strike, Wei Yi quickly hid behind Luo Yan. “Brother Luo Yan, he’s bullying me!”

“Do you think hiding behind me will help? I’ll deal with him too!” Luo Yan unleashed a divine technique, transforming into a beam of divine light aimed at the Yaoguang disciple.

…

Luo Yan raised his palm and easily dispersed the divine light.

“What! That was a divine light technique created by a saint-level ancestor of the Yaoguang Sacred Land before his passing. Even Fang Jin, now at the third level of Dragon Transformation, could only wield it as a nearly perfect strike—yet it was so effortlessly countered. Who is this man?”

“Could he also be a peerless prodigy?”

Luo Yan stared at Fang Jin. Speaking of which, he still had unfinished business with the Yaoguang Sacred Land. Even six thousand years ago, the alternate sacred son of that land had managed to cross paths with him.

Enemies meet again on a narrow path!

“Are all disciples of Yaoguang this arrogant? What a coincidence, I happen to dislike people like you the most!” Luo Yan extended his hand, grabbing through the air.

Fang Jin’s face paled as he realized Luo Yan intended to strike. Hastily, he said, “Brother, what happened before was a misunderstanding, I—”

“Uh…”

“Ah!”

Fang Jin’s face drained of color. A terrifying aura of death pressed down on him, clutching his chest as his breath faltered and his blood energy withered.

What kind of technique was this? Suppressing a third-level Dragon Transformation prodigy from afar? Could this man be a sacred son-level prodigy?

At this thought, the others’ expressions changed drastically.

Only a few sacred son-level figures remained calm, knowing they could also handle a person like Fang Jin in such a manner.

The instant Luo Yan’s murderous intent flared, a terrifying gaze descended from the heavens. Apart from Luo Yan, almost no one sensed it.

“You got off easy!” Luo Yan flicked his hand, violently tossing Fang Jin to the ground, sparing his life.

Would killing him awaken the heavenly law and lead to his banishment? Luo Yan wondered. The heavenly law was usually dormant; all rules operated autonomously. If Luo Yan killed this man, it might awaken myriad laws and banish him back to the river of time.

Was there a great secret concealed within this man?