Chapter Eighty-Nine: The Banished Immortal Returns

Since the sect master intends to act according to the rules, then he should lock him forever on the Cliff of Reflection and Repentance, not allowing him to take even half a step away! Hong Bingyin opened with the harshest punishment.

Luo Tangyu looked at Zhou Chen, who was coughing blood, and said sternly, “What Peak Master Hong is asking for is beyond my power. His five internal organs are already shattered; confining him on the Cliff of Reflection and Repentance would only ruin his life.”

“I want him to pay with his life for the White Crowned Crane Bird, for all eternity!” Hong Bingyin would not yield, his tone pressing in step by step.

Qu Yiqiu suddenly turned in fury. “Peak Master Hong is unworthy of being a peak master. His character does not match his position, and his conduct is vile! No wonder he could teach a disciple like Chen Chuangfu!”

In a flash, Hong Bingyin gathered a sphere of light and, with a fierce and menacing expression, appeared before Qu Yiqiu.

Qi Yongfeng knew things were turning bad, but he was powerless to stop it.

Luo Tangyu hurried after them, only to be slapped aside.

Qu Yiqiu’s pupils shrank, yet she still fixed him with unwavering defiance.

If Hong Bingyin could not kill her today, then one day she would make him repay in blood.

A dazzling golden sphere burst open before her eyes, and Qu Yiqiu dimly sensed a terrifying force poised to grind her into dust.

Deep within her sea of consciousness, Little Yan Zhen’s eyes flew open in shock, and he seized his round little eyeballs, ready to rush out.

But at that critical instant—

A soft, delicate spring breeze silently swept through the main hall.

Luo Tangyu’s expression tightened. He froze in place. “This familiar feeling…”

The golden sphere was halted by the spring wind. Hong Bingyin suddenly withdrew his hand and turned his head in surprise.

A figure in snow-white robes drifted forward, feathers swirling around him. He seemed like an immortal descended from heaven, noble and otherworldly, his cool features touched with an ethereal air.

What astonished everyone most of all was the pair of wings of pure, lustrous white at his back, bright as freshly fallen snow.

Qu Yiqiu rubbed her eyes, as though she had crossed into a parallel world and seen an angel.

“Master?”

The angel folded away his wings and floated to her side, scattering Hong Bingyin’s fierce momentum with ease.

Luo Tangyu blinked frantically, unable to believe it. “Peak Master Mo, you have grown a pair of wings?”

Qu Yiqiu stood beside Mo Qingli with complete reassurance, turning her head in curiosity to look at his back.

Mo Qingli gave a doting, soft laugh and said gently, “Recently I obtained a pair of heavenly steed wings by chance. I have become quite used to wielding them.”

Luo Tangyu was stunned beyond words and drew in a sharp breath. “A heavenly steed? That is a divine beast that exists only in the upper realm!”

The moment he said it, waves of astonished gasps rose through the hall.

Zhao Wen and Huang Lan were nearly dumbfounded, their mouths hanging open stupidly as they stared at the immortal-like Mo Qingli, unable to utter a single word.

Qi Yongfeng stood frozen in shock, instinctively glancing toward Hong Bingyin.

The veins at Hong Bingyin’s temples bulged violently, and a stream of curses raged through his heart.

He was already nothing but a废物, and yet he still possessed such heaven-defying fortune!

“Hmph, Mo Qingli, are you even considered a member of Heavenly Evolution Sect? Having such a treasure from the immortal realm, why secretly use it on your own worthless body?”

Jealous and sour at heart, Hong Bingyin scolded him without reason.

Luo Tangyu could not bear to listen any longer.

Zhou Chen looked up at the immortal-like Mo Qingli and forced himself to speak in his defense.

Mu Yunjin stared at Mo Qingli in confusion, secretly hiding the dragon claws he had nearly revealed.

Just as everyone felt Hong Bingyin was being entirely unreasonable, Mo Qingli merely gave him a cool, indifferent glance and said without the slightest emotion, “My meridians and soul have both recovered. Peak Master Hong should not think he can bully my disciple at will!”

“What?” Hong Bingyin seemed unable to believe his ears and asked again.

Luo Tangyu was shaken to the core, his body nearly failing him as he swayed in disbelief.

How many years had it been? He could not even remember how many years he had longed for this... only hoping that this senior brother, who seemed to have drifted like an immortal, might recover his former brilliance and splendor!

He had never expected this day to appear before him so abruptly, so utterly without warning!

Luo Tangyu’s hands trembled, and faint tears of excitement and hope glimmered in his eyes.

Zhao Wen and Huang Lan were even more shocked and unable to accept it. They had only wanted to see Qu Yiqiu suffer a setback—how had it turned into Mo Qingli restoring his former majesty? This was disastrous indeed!

Qi Yongfeng had calculated everything he could, yet never imagined events would turn out like this.

He knew all too well the long-standing grudge between his master and Mo Qingli. Seeing such a scene, cold sweat could not help but bead densely across his forehead.

“Peak Master Hong has been a Nascent Soul Lord for so many years, and yet he cannot even hear a single sentence clearly?”

Mo Qingli’s tone did not waver in the slightest.

Yet the mockery within it was perfectly clear to everyone present.

Zhou Chen’s admiration at this moment was beyond words. The humiliation and pain he had just endured seemed to vanish entirely in that instant, leaving only gratitude and reverence for Mo Qingli’s protection.

Hong Bingyin gritted his teeth and swept his gaze over the composed Qu Yiqiu. He was already eighty percent convinced, but still unwillingly doubted, “Mo Qingli, your injuries were severe enough that even Ancestor Chu Gu could not save you. Now you claim you have recovered as though nothing happened—who would believe such nonsense? Or could it be that you are deliberately forcing the issue, wanting to snatch your disciple away from me?”

Luo Tangyu suppressed his trembling hands and stepped forward, saying loudly, “I believe it! Senior Brother Mo has never lied!”

Hong Bingyin shot him a vicious glare, full of threat and warning.

But Luo Tangyu no longer feared any look from him. Striding to Mo Qingli’s side, he turned and declared with authority, “Peak Master Hong, you ignored sect rules and injured a low-ranking disciple of the sect without cause; you deserve punishment! But considering that you have just lost four spiritual beasts, I will forgo this penalty. However, the dispute between the disciples of Small Flat Peak and Ten-Thousand Acres Peak ends here. Let it be mentioned no more!”

“Very well, very well! Sect Master Luo has such immense authority! My Ten-Thousand Acres Peak would never dare disobey! But I shall advise you once again: Mo Qingli’s life is nearly spent. Trapped in false core stage, if he wishes to achieve a true core, he must dissipate his cultivation and begin anew before there can be any hope of forming a true core, let alone reaching Nascent Soul! Will the few grains of lifespan he has left even be enough for that road? Hahaha! Hahahaha!”

Hong Bingyin laughed wildly, as though trying to laugh back all the frustration Mo Qingli had given him.

Luo Tangyu’s expression changed slightly. He had been too excited just now and had indeed forgotten this issue.

Now that Hong Bingyin suddenly raised it, his heart wavered a little. But recalling Mo Qingli’s peerless talent from those years, he still lifted his head resolutely and said, “Peak Master Hong, Peak Master Mo’s talent is beyond comparison. I believe he will surely lead Heavenly Evolution Sect toward a far more glorious future!”

Qu Yiqiu secretly admired him. Sect Master Luo truly has good judgment!

However, the aura radiating from Mo Qingli seemed wrong...

Had he not already transferred his cultivation to Mu Yunjin, leaving only the strength of the Qi Refinement stage? Why did he now give off the presence of a Golden Core cultivator, and even block Hong Bingyin’s attack???

Could it be...?

Qu Yiqiu widened her eyes, unable to hide the same shocked expression as everyone else.