...Witnessing Acheron's departure, the crowd gradually regained their senses, followed by a collective sharp intake of breath.
It was too terrifying.
For a moment, everyone present felt an overwhelming sense of crisis. It was as if, should they dare to obstruct her, true death would be the only outcome awaiting them.
"Sect Master, are we really just going to let her leave like this?"
At this moment, an unwilling elder could not help but ask.
This was also the shared sentiment of everyone present.
Over the past two months, they had expended a great deal of effort to capture this auspicious beast. Not long ago, they had even received a message from the Young Sect Master:
Discovered an extraordinary Purple-Haired Woman; the grade of the treasure in her hand is very likely Immortal-grade or even higher.
It had to be said—a certain Young Sect Master's eye was indeed quite sharp.
But was this damned person truly just a mortal relying on a treasure?
If her cultivation was not heaven-defying, then the grade of that Dharma treasure was simply unimaginable.
Because whether it was Acheron herself or the techniques she used, no one present could sense even the slightest trace of spiritual energy.
This completely defied the common sense of the cultivation world.
"Shut up! If you have so much to say, do you dare to stop her?"
Lei Hao was already seething with anger and snapped back immediately.
Seeing the Sect Master's fury, the elder did not dare to provoke him further.
After his outburst, Lei Hao, as the head of a sect, quickly forced himself to calm down and began to analyze the situation.
There has never been a figure like "Acheron" on the Tianlan Continent before. That power, so different from a cultivator's... Could she be...
Lei Hao seemed to arrive at a certain possibility, and a trace of greed unconsciously surfaced on his face.
An elder skilled at reading expressions noticed this and asked in a low voice,
"Sect Master, then should we still..."
"Of course this matter cannot be dropped. This Sect Master has already left a mark on her.
She dared to kill my son and take away the auspicious beast. Even if we must mobilize the entire sect, we will take her down."
Lei Hao made the final decision and prepared to return to mobilize the sect's forces to deal with Acheron.
The elders were all shrewd individuals. With just a glance exchanged among them, they immediately understood the Sect Master's intent.
As a top-tier power, any large-scale movement by the Wind Thunder Pavilion would inevitably attract the attention of other sects.
Now, they had simply found a justifiable excuse.
As for their true motives, it was enough that their own people understood them clearly.
And indeed, that was the case.
A trace of excitement appeared in Lei Hao's steps.
As he continued thinking, he became increasingly certain of his speculation.
That's right. Acheron most likely came into contact with "It" by chance and obtained an opportunity from it—and that blade came from there.
As for failure, it did not even exist within Lei Hao's considerations.
First of all, even if Acheron were a cultivator, she would definitely be below the Tribulation Transcendence Realm.
After all, all Tribulation Transcendence powerhouses had perished in the Great Calamity a hundred years ago.
Meanwhile, the Wind Thunder Pavilion possessed more than one Mahayana Stage expert.
Furthermore, this encounter had allowed him to confirm something.
Lei Hao judged that Acheron's earlier actions had mostly been a bluff. She likely could not fully wield that blade at all, which was why she appeared like a mortal—otherwise, she would have attacked long ago.
If he could fully grasp the mysteries of that blade...
At this thought, Lei Hao looked up at the brilliant night sky, the greed in his eyes no longer concealed.
Perhaps I can use this to glimpse the existence of "Gods"...
...
Meanwhile.
On the way back along the original path, Acheron casually forced a wisp of spiritual energy out of her body.
Used to track my movements, is it?
Such a trivial trick would not work on her.
However, since they had already made their decision, she would simply use this opportunity to settle everything once and for all.
At the same time, Acheron wanted to verify a certain fact.
Thus, she instinctively looked up at the beautiful night sky.
The massive forest had nearly vanished, with only a few scattered trees still standing. The night scenery was now fully exposed.
The stars resembled falling tears, scattered across the sky—brilliant yet cold. Reflected within her purple pupils, they failed to stir even the slightest ripple.
After a brief moment of thought, Acheron shook her head and lowered her gaze to the little figure in her arms.
Little Yao: (/∇＼)
Little Yao was still immersed in excitement, her small face flushed red.
Ah, all of this was for me! Sister Acheron is just too COOL!
Without realizing it, the young girl's heart had already been captured by that domineering presence.
Those bold declarations continued to echo in her mind.
Acheron (๑˙ー˙๑): Is this girl running a fever?
Oblivious, Acheron did not dwell on it further and simply carried her forward.
However, the figure in her arms began to grow slightly restless.
It's so itchy...
...
"Eh! Acheron, you're finally back! Are you okay? I was so scared!"
The moment they arrived, Song Qianqian rushed over, tears still lingering on her face.
Beside her, Jiang Qingning quietly let out a breath of relief upon seeing Acheron return.
As it turned out, just a few minutes earlier—
A suspected level-ten gale had swept through without warning, instantly turning the world upside down.
Nearly the entire forest had been reduced to dust by the violent winds. Even the thickest tree trunks had been shredded apart, crashing down like torrential rain.
The two of them had been caught within the eye of the storm. As far as the eye could see, not even a single bird had escaped—only deathly silence remained.
Such an otherworldly experience was truly terrifying.
If Jiang Qingning had not been constantly monitoring the situation and used her Supernatural Ability in time to pull Song Qianqian into the shadows...
They would have long since been swept away.
As for Acheron and Little Yao's departure, Jiang Qingning had also noticed. However, since Acheron was handling it, she did not pay it much mind.
In the end, this disaster occurred shortly after the two had left.
Thus, both Song Qianqian and Jiang Qingning instinctively believed that this event was related to Acheron.
Seeing the blood-stained Little Yao—though the wounds were only superficial and had already healed due to Golden Core Stage recovery—Song Qianqian could no longer remain calm.
After that, Little Yao recounted everything in vivid detail.
Jiang Qingning: (゜ロ゜)
Song Qianqian: ✪ω✪
Such a legendary experience naturally filled the modern university students with admiration.
It was just a pity they had not witnessed it themselves.
Song Qianqian clearly had not realized the true origin of that "gale"; otherwise, her expression would not have been one of excitement.
Right now, she only felt that the usually cold Acheron also possessed an overwhelmingly majestic and domineering side.
However, among all of this, she noticed the most crucial point.
"Acheron, you found Little Yao on your own and brought her back without a single mistake! You didn't get lost at all during the entire process!"
Acheron: (°ー°〃)
Little Yao: ⊙▽⊙?
Song Qianqian (゜ロ゜): Is this the weight of Little Yao's protagonist halo?
And Acheron herself is already this powerful... doesn't that mean she lacks nothing at all?!
The consistently silent Acheron had no idea that she had somehow been labeled a perfectly balanced existence—both luck and strength maxed out.
Jiang Qingning remained silent throughout.
Silver Wolf: Ok! Done!
Silver Wolf: I have already located your current position. Next, you just need to stay where you are for ten minutes, and you will be able to return.
Silver Wolf: With your abilities, that shouldn't be a problem, right?
Sister Acheron: Mm, thanks for the hard work.
Acheron then subtly informed the others that they were about to return.
Although she did not explain in detail, as the pillar of the group, no one doubted her.
Both Song Qianqian and Jiang Qingning were instantly overjoyed.
However, Song Qianqian quickly grew concerned about Little Yao.
"Acheron, what about Little Yao?"
Leaving her behind in this lonely world would be far too cruel.
Acheron was naturally aware of this issue, but with Silver Wolf's help, it was no longer a problem.
Thus, she crouched down and asked gently,
"Little Yao, do you want to come home with us?"
"Yes! I want to be with Sister!"
Little Yao answered without hesitation, a long-lost smile blooming on her face.
"Mm."
Seeing this, Acheron gently patted her head.
Then, once again, she concealed the group's auras.
Witnessing this, Little Yao asked in confusion,
"Sister Acheron, where are you going?"
Hearing this, Acheron did not answer directly. Instead, she left behind a single sentence before quickly departing—
"Be good. Wait ten minutes for me."