Chapter 270: Chapter 268: Assault (Part 2) "Thank you..." The rescued person was the general’s daughter, You Qingyi, her face pale, clearly shaken. On-site, Elder Peng commanded the broken cloth magical artifact to descend rapidly, his expression a mix of shock and anger as he looked towards the sky. The fire-red beast-head cloud had been partially shattered by a black mist, its form greatly altered, but its main body remained intact. "Go, kill that bastard!" He ordered. The mysterious figure wrapped in a black cloth, standing in the air, immediately shot towards the cloud like a rocket and disappeared within. It was apparent Elder Peng believed the enemy to be hiding within the cloud, preparing to capture them. However, shortly thereafter, Elder Peng’s expression changed, he groaned, and a large quantity of blood oozed from his nose and mouth. A dark shadow fell from the cloud, plummeting to the ground with a ’bang’. The huge beast-head cloud finally dissipated, revealing a speck-like silhouette. When the silhouette descended to the ground, the many disciples, still rattled, finally got a clear view of him. It was an elder with a square face dressed in a fire-red Taoist robe, with a dignified expression, sitting cross-legged on a grey mat emitting a faint white light. He glanced smugly at Elder Peng: "Old Peng, I didn’t expect you to not have improved a bit over the years. I laid a small trap, and you fell right into it." Elder Peng was in a bad state, his face pale, bleeding from the nose and mouth, and he almost seethed with anger at the words, cursing: "Old Rong, you shameless bastard, how dare you feel proud after ambushing your grandfather!" Upon hearing Elder Peng’s curses, the red-robed elder was unfazed, instead coldly saying: "Stop the chatter, hand over the person." Elder Peng’s expression changed: "Which person do you want?" "Hmph, I’ve already got word that your Corpse-Driving Sect has recruited a good seedling with Yin Fire Dual Spirit Roots. The Yin Spirit Root is top-grade, but the Fire Element Spirit Root is super-grade!" The red-robed elder sneered, "Such an astonishing Fire Element talent would be wasted in your sect, it must come to my Red Sun Sect!" Upon hearing this, the disciples present were in an uproar. First, they hadn’t expected that among them, there was a super-grade spirit root. For super-grade spirit roots, Lou Yi had some understanding over this time; they are the top-grade spirit roots in the cultivation realm. If top-grade spirit roots are rare in years, super-grade spirit roots are what you might encounter once in decades, or even centuries. The probability of achieving the Golden Core Master is countless times that of ordinary people. No matter which sect encounters such a person, they would be treated as a treasure to nurture properly. Secondly, they hadn’t expected that a high-ranking individual from the Red Sun Sect would cross borders to snatch people. One must know, the Zhao Kingdom is the domain, the headquarters of the Corpse-Driving Sect. This action is virtually like a slap in the face, completely disregarding the Corpse-Driving Sect. Elder Peng was furious: "Old Rong, don’t go too far, do you want to incite a war between the two sects?" "A war, would you dare?" The elder with the surname Rong said disdainfully, "Hand over the person quickly. Otherwise, you should know my magic has no regard for where it hits. By accident, it might burn all of you to ashes." These words left everyone on the scene feeling a chill in their bodies, each showing a fearful expression. Elder Peng’s face also changed several times. But he was in too poor a state, his face terrifyingly white, his breath chaotic, clearly not a match for the opponent. Understanding the situation, he ultimately suppressed his anger, rolled his eyes, and said: "Do you want to take him away without asking his own opinion?" "Hmm?" The elder with the surname Rong frowned. "Zhang Cenli, step forward." Elder Peng named a disciple. This was one of the three he had earlier insisted sit beside him. This person appeared to be fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a shabby grey cloth attire, looking timid, and his eyes not daring to meet others. The elder with the surname Rong took out a copper mirror, raised it over his head to shine it. In the copper mirror instantly appeared an irregular stone, entirely composed of hexagonal honeycomb-shaped granules. Amongst them, over twenty percent of the granules emitted a dim light, but nearly half emitted a dense red light! "Good! Good! Truly an extraordinary talent!" Seeing this, the elder with the surname Rong felt relieved, knowing this was indeed the person he was seeking. "Zhang Cenli, do you wish to stay in the Corpse-Driving Sect, or go to that so-called Red Sun Sect?" Elder Peng asked, "Rest assured, as long as you wish to stay, today, even if I risk my life, I’ll fight him..." Before he even finished speaking, Zhang Cenli softly said, "I want to go to the Red Sun Sect." Elder Peng: ... "Disciple dare not let the elder risk his life, nor do I wish my fellow disciples to be implicated because of me." Zhang Cenli spoke very softly, but it contained an unwavering determination. Upon hearing his explanation, Elder Peng’s expression improved somewhat. "Hahaha! A good talent, my Red Sun Sect needs such outstanding individuals!" The elder with the surname Rong was overjoyed. With a wave, a mass of white air wrapped around Zhang Cenli, drawing him to his side, fearing that he or others from the Corpse-Driving Sect might change their minds. "Old Peng, on account of my sect disciple, I will spare you today!" The elder with the surname Rong left with Zhang Cenli, riding a mat-shaped magical artifact, laughing as he departed, disappearing over the horizon in an instant. Leaving only the grim-faced Elder Peng, standing in place, not speaking for a long time. It wasn’t until a cry of surprise pulled him from his despondent mood. "The Crown Prince is dead!" A youth in splendid attire pointed fearfully at a nearly unrecognizable corpse not far away. "Is it really the Crown Prince?" Everyone was shocked. "It’s his clothes, it’s him!" Someone familiar confirmed. Elder Peng walked up to the corpse, his face so dark it could drip water. The Crown Prince of Prince Qiu, with his illustrious family background and noble status, whom even elders had to regard with respect, unexpectedly died in the previous ambush by the Red Sun Sect elder! It was indeed unfortunate, plummeting to his death through a breach in the air membrane. His bold ambitions, his grand words, all turned to naught at this moment! "Sister, sister!" Another woman’s weeping voice echoed. "How could you just leave like this, we had planned to become a great cultivator in the Immortal Dao, and bring our parents over to enjoy life!" Her crying was heart-wrenching, like a cuckoo’s weeping blood, tragic and desolate, moving people profoundly. She was one of the twin sisters. Her sister, that youthful beauty less than twenty years old, also perished unexpectedly in the recent turmoil! Besides the Crown Prince and the twin sister, six more blood-soaked corpses were found at the scene. These people had just recently been chatting and laughing on the broken cloth magical artifact, dreaming of their future Immortal Path. In the blink of an eye, they fell to their deaths from high above during the enemy sect elder’s ambush, leaving not even an intact corpse. The difficulty and danger of the Immortal Path is evident from this. In everyone’s hearts, a deep chill rose. Just as they embarked on the path of cultivation, they were severely taught a lesson! ...