Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up

Zhao Yi nodded and said to White Elephant, "Perhaps there’s no need!"

"Those who should awaken will naturally do so; you can never wake someone who’s pretending to sleep!"

He gestured to Gray Wolf, who understood immediately. With a swift swing of its claw, the person beneath it had no time to cry for help before meeting a gruesome death, head severed from body.

The scent of blood filled the air, and the murderous intent spread, leaving the three others unable to maintain their façade of calm.

No one knew if they had the item this man wanted. He was a demon; perhaps being proactive would offer a chance at survival.

One of them opened his eyes and hurriedly pleaded, "Spare me, elder. I’ll tell you everything."

Zhao Yi responded with a hum, "Go ahead."

What should he say?

The middle-aged man named Chen Zheng, a leader of a sect, had always been treated with a certain respect. Never had he encountered such a situation.

Moreover, this seemingly unremarkable young man asked nothing directly. Chen Zheng simply had no idea where to start.

If not for White Elephant’s menacing presence, recalling its terrifying strike and speed beyond comprehension, he would have preferred to flee, as far as possible.

Back at the sect, he would have ways to deal with this fearsome beast.

However, the current situation was dire, and who knew when this person might take his life.

He couldn’t help but recall the man’s previous actions: across the Spirit Realm Eastern Domain, all good things were snatched away by him, worse than bandits who claimed territories.

Even the marauding bandits of the Spirit Realm knew to spread out their looting, but not this one. He took not only the fruits but uprooted the Divine Tree that bore fruit once in ten thousand years. No one knew where he had taken it.

Upon recalling this, Chen Zheng suddenly had a revelation.

He might not ask, but complying with this devil’s preferences might solve everything.

He remembered some treasures still in his sect and thought of the Sect Protection Array and the elder who had been in seclusion for millennia. Once he was back in his sect, no one could escape heaven or earth.

Chen Zheng immediately said, "Elder, I am the Sect Leader of Litian Sword Sect. We have an Ancient Cold Spring that can temper artifacts. Any artifact tempered by the Ancient Cold Spring sees a significant increase in power. I’m sure elder would be interested."

Every word he spoke reached Zhao Yi’s ears. Zhao Yi initially intended to inquire about the current situation in the Spirit Realm and whether the bounty on him remained, given the significant time that had passed and the considerable distance from the realm’s center.

However, with something like this, why not take a look at the so-called Ancient Cold Spring?

The two people beside him, also sect leaders, were speechless upon hearing this.

Even if they couldn’t defeat him, they knew the consequences of inviting a wolf into their house.

Chen Zheng must be insane to make such a move.

Though they couldn’t discern Zhao Yi’s exact cultivation level, the strength of the three mystical creatures by his side was overwhelming.

There is a significant difference between Sage Realms.

Even though they had just entered the Early Sage Realm, mystical creatures, born with heaven and earth’s favor and capable of incredible strength, were slow in later cultivation stages. However, when it came to the same realm, mystical creatures that had accumulated for years were far beyond what humans could compete with.

Just like Chen Zheng, they were in the Early Sage Realm, the same as the three mystical creatures, barely entering the Sage Realm, yet had not comprehended their own Law Fragments, leaving them no match.

Bringing them back to their sect would spell disaster, given these creatures’ capabilities.

On the way to Litian Sword Sect, Chen Zheng secretly assessed the cultivation levels of those before him.

After considerable observation, he found endless confidence within himself.

No other reasons. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

The ones with the highest realm among them were none other than the three mystical creatures: an elephant, a wolf, and an eagle.

While the White Elephant was mighty, and its speed astonishing, it was just that.

The wolf moved with the breeze, silent, and likely faster than the elephant, yet so what? Once the sect’s Array was activated, they’d be immobilized, speed rendered useless.

The trickiest was the Black Eagle above; the range of Litian Sword Sect’s Array might not be enough to catch it by surprise and suppress it. If it escaped, the sect would not find peace.

Of course, that’s all it was.

As long as the elder made a move, distance would be irrelevant. The elder had comprehended the Sword Law a thousand years ago; one strike could claim its life.

As for the dragon beneath Zhao Yi, despite its imposing presence, its power was no more than seventh-tier, far inferior to himself. It could stir no waves.

The man beside him, holding a Treasure Tower, was likely just Zhao Yi’s servant, not worth the worry.

After thorough analysis, Chen Zheng felt this venture was sound.

His face regained an expression of spirit and confidence.

He recalled Zhao Yi’s previous seizures of treasures, and once Zhao Yi was dead, it would all belong to Litian Sword Sect. With that wealth, the sect’s dominance in the Spirit Realm was only a matter of time.

Imagining Litian Sword Sect flourishing in his hands, Chen Zheng began envisioning the sect’s future tribute to his merits, with everyone marveling at his wisdom today.

As they neared the sect, Chen Zheng’s body trembled slightly with excitement.

Observing Chen Zheng’s state, Zhao Yi, mistaking it for worry, smiled reassuringly, "Rest assured, I have no interest in annihilating your sect. As long as the Ancient Nether Spring is as you claim, sparing your life is not impossible."

Chen Zheng nodded silently, leading the way.

Shortly after,

they arrived at Litian Sword Sect, in front of the sect.

A dozen towering pillars stood on either side of the entrance, reaching into the clouds, as if rooted in the heavens, majestic and imposing.

Zhao Yi glanced at them, nodding approvingly, "As expected of the vast and resource-rich Spirit Realm, these pillars are made of rare materials unseen in the common world, truly treasures worth acquiring later."

At the sect’s entrance, a few guards stood watch while chatting casually.

"Did you hear about the earth-shaking events recently in our Eastern Domain?"

"You know Wind Thunder Sect, right? They’re even more formidable than our Litian Sword Sect. Recently, their Divine Tree was somehow uprooted. That tree, living for who knows how many years, possibly ten thousand, was about to bear fruit when someone plucked it up completely. I’m guessing the entire Wind Thunder Sect will dig three feet deep to find the culprit, then tear them apart."

"Ha, who doesn’t know? Wind Thunder Sect’s sect leader was practically green with anger and was seen frantically flying across the Eastern Domain not long ago."

"Plus, Wangjiang City, Giant Dragon Tower, Purple Gold Mansion, Ice Hall, and others have reportedly been plundered clean by a mysterious person. I say this person must be formidable to escape from so many factions."

"Our Litian Sword Sect recently lost many rare flowers and stones, but those are just surface treasures. The true treasure is the Ancient Nether Spring. As long as it’s safe, Litian Sword Sect will remain powerful."

"Indeed... let’s hope that villain doesn’t come here."

...

Near Zhao Yi, the sects present included several at the twelfth-tier Sage Realm. Even from thousands of meters away, they missed not a single word of these conversations.

When the Wind Thunder Sect was mentioned, one person’s expression changed unnaturally.