Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 442 - 428 Sect Master Shen Specializing in

Chapter 442: Chapter 428: Sect Master Shen, Specializing in Crushing Dao Hearts Chapter 442 -428: Sect Master Shen, Specializing in Crushing Dao Hearts “…”

Li Qingfeng subconsciously kept some distance from Tong Xin’chuan, thinking that with the other’s eccentric capabilities, keeping up with him would sooner or later get himself killed.

Sure enough, Feng Yan, who was just about to slink away into the crowd, had an almost bloody complexion after hearing that sentence.

He rushed back to the table in just a few steps, clenching his fists.

His eyes were bulging, he was gasping heavily, and finally, he cast a pleading look at Elder Brother Yan.

“Huff.”

Yan Wencheng didn’t heed him but quietly watched the little girl before him.

Xu Qing’er was full of anticipation, fiddling with her fingers, showing not the slightest fear.

Showing off, indeed…

Turning to look at the silent Elder Yang, Yan Wencheng withdrew his gaze, shook his head with a smile, then waved his hand and disrupted the formation that was already half set up.

It was an ordinary Divinity Transformation Realm trapping formation.

His palm waved again.

Symbols tens of times more complex than before quietly landed on the Array Plate.

It was also a Return to Void Realm Great Formation, a part of the larger formation.

And unlike the test left intentionally by Iron Painting Silver Hook, Yan Wencheng relied on his own experience, modified the symbols, and following the manner of Tong Xin’chuan, doubled the difficulty of this formation once more.

“…”

Tong Xin’chuan stared fixedly at the Array Plate, his pupils constricted, and then he felt a bit of regret.

Had he gone a bit too far?

But when facing the immense Pure Moon Sect, the only formation he could bring out was Iron Painting Silver Hook’s killer array. If it were any other formation, he was uncertain whether he could overcome the firm and solid strength of these Alliance Sect Cultivators.

To call it a narrow victory was not eccentric.

He glanced awkwardly at A’Qing, grateful that the little girl was entirely focused on the Array Plate.

“What an absurd situation.”

Outside the hall, Liu Qianyun heard the commotion and couldn’t help but look over.

She rubbed her forehead, slightly exasperated.

All she had wanted was a bit of quiet, yet somehow, trouble had still found its way there.

She quietly entered the hall, approached Elder Yang, and whispered something to him.

However, this time.

Elder Yang, as if he hadn’t heard her, ignored this beautiful stewardess who was the Elder’s own daughter.

He would absolutely not initiate an action to strike against the disciple he valued the most.

A win is a win, a loss is a loss.

What was all this about holding back?

Could it be that the face of a so-called “Sect Master” who had just entered Return to Void mattered more than his own disciple’s dao heart?

“You’ll be waiting for your punishment!” Liu Qianyun could only glare at him helplessly.

“Elder Liu values rules above all, I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong,” Elder Yang wasn’t afraid of the threat, as everyone in the Sect knew Elder Liu’s personality.

As he finished speaking, Yan Wencheng had already stopped and pushed the Array Plate in front of the little girl: “Please.”

His expression and gestures were the spitting image of Tong Xin’chuan just before.

To say it wasn’t intentional, who would believe that?

Feng Yan’s face, red as a pig’s liver, once again wore a smile; Elder Brother Yan seemed intent on venting this grievance for him today!

However, the next moment, his eyes widened.

He saw the little girl nod seriously, then without further thought, poured her Divine Soul into the Array Plate, quickly bringing forth many formation-breaking artifacts.

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“…”

Yan Wencheng sighed inwardly.

While he was laying out the formation in his presence, Feng Yan only knew to gawk, while this little girl was already considering how to break it.

The gap between them was not insignificant.

Of course, thought is just thought. Neither insights nor formation accomplishments could be compensated for by mere disposition.

Xu Qing’er soon found herself in a difficult situation.

Yet the excitement on her face only grew more intense, as if she had encountered a rare delicacy and was savoring it meticulously.

As time passed.

Beads of sweat covered her brow, and her little face grew paler.

The other disciples looked on in confusion, only able to guess the situation from Elder Brother Yan’s expression.

Yan Wencheng’s demeanor was focused, and the hands resting on the table slowly clenched together.

Elder Yang also stood up and walked down to stand behind Xu Qing’er, involuntarily starting to stroke his beard.

Finally, a hand was placed on A’Qing’s shoulder, directly interrupting her attempt to break the formation.

“Huh?”

Xu Qing’er looked back in confusion.

“That’s enough for now,” Shen Yi pushed away the Array Plate in front of her.

Yan Wencheng suddenly looked over, eyes narrowing.

Elder Yang also shook his head somewhat unsatisfied; her thought process for breaking the formation was all correct, but her spiritual strength was too weak due to her cultivation level, and it was simply not enough to sustain the effort.

“Oh, okay,” Xu Qing’er wiped off sweat and was just about to get up when she stumbled and fell into Shen Yi’s arms.

She instinctively tried to stand up, hesitated for a moment, and then seemed to completely lose strength all of a sudden.

“Don’t pretend,” Shen Yi gave her a glance and then helped her sit down in her seat.

With his present strength, how could he not see that the little girl’s exhaustion was entirely at its limit? He had interrupted her just on the cusp, for continuing any further might indeed harm her Divine Soul.

“Oh—”

A’Qing pouted and obediently sat down.

The other disciples were still in the dark, wondering why nobody was talking. What exactly was going on?

However, the formation was definitely not broken, so Elder Brother Yan must have won, right?

Tong Xin’chuan looked at Yan Wencheng with a strange expression, then, suppressing a laugh, settled back into his seat with feigned composure.

“…”

Yan Wencheng exhaled slowly and stood up.

Formation—a matter of such gravity—had somehow inexplicably turned into an intimate atmosphere.

He looked at A’Qing again: “You are just one step shy, please endure a little longer.”

Before his words fell,

Shen Yi suddenly cast a silent glance his way.