Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 215 Junior Brother Zhang has never let Qingyun down, how can Qingyun let him down?
As Faxiang staggered and fell to the ground, he cried out in utter grief:
"Master!"

At this moment, the scene fell into a deathly silence. No one could believe what they were seeing. First, Fenxiang Valley betrayed them and tried to kill the disciples of Qingyun Sect. Then, Fenxiang Valley was killed in the process, and the monks of Tianyin Temple were also killed in the process.

The demonic sect's pupils trembled, especially the Ghost King's eyes, who was utterly terrified. He never expected the yellow-robed youth to be so ruthless and decisive, taking the opportunity to secretly harm the monks of Tianyin Temple.

Zhuang Buran's robes fluttered in the wind as the two women beside him suddenly flew behind Tian Buyi.

"How audacious! These elders and disciples of Burning Incense Valley are actually imposters from the Demonic Sect. It seems that my good senior uncle, Daoist Cangsong, led them into the sect."

"Unfortunately, they underestimated my cultivation in Taoist arts, and they were unaware that my physical training had reached a level unimaginable to the world."

He gradually floated in mid-air and said calmly:

“The mighty power of Heaven, I will lead by example.”

The nine-headed lion, a phantom image of a giant lion, roared to the sky, causing a sudden change in the celestial phenomena of the vast Qingyun Mountain. Dark clouds loomed overhead, and lightning and flashes of light surged forth like the sea.

An immense pressure swept down, and in an instant, most of the members of the Demonic Sect on Qingyun Mountain were crushed into a cloud of blood mist by this force.

The nine-headed lion phantom roared at the demonic sect members in the Jade Purity Palace below. The immense power contained within its roar caused more than half of them to bleed from all seven orifices and die, their souls scattered.

The remaining people, realizing that the young man in yellow had concealed his true cultivation level, instinctively took to the air, wanting only to escape Qingyun Mountain.

Daoist Cangsong stood there in shock. Such power and magnificence of Daoist true methods meant that he had probably cultivated the Taiji Xuanqing Dao to the Taiqing realm.

"How is that possible? In just five years, he has reached the Taiqing Realm, which is almost impossible for anyone to break through."

Tian Buyi was also dumbfounded:
"Seventh Brother has taken another step forward!"

"Cangsong, Qingyun nurtured you to adulthood and taught you the true Dharma. I only hope that you will uphold righteousness and ward off evil, eliminate demons and protect the Way, and safeguard the peace of the Central Plains."

The boy in the yellow shirt looked indifferent.
"Yet you betrayed Qingyun because of personal grudges, ignored the kindness of your upbringing and the heavy responsibility you bear, and single-mindedly abandoned the righteous path to join the demonic sect. Your crime deserves to be punished!"

A thick bolt of lightning crashed down, instantly obliterating the body and soul of Daoist Cangsong.

"If you all didn't intend to disrupt Qingyun, why did you come uninvited and then leave without saying goodbye?"

In an instant, bolts of lightning struck down from the Seven Peaks of Qingyun, obscuring the entire mountain as if it were covered by an endless sea of ​​lightning. The invading members of the demonic sect were all turned to ashes by the lightning.

"Poison God, since your hair and beard are already completely white, you must be nearing the end of your life. Why are you still not dead?"

With a deafening roar, a bolt of lightning, as large as a pillar, struck the pale-faced, white-haired old man.

"Yu Yangzi, you are destined to die young, and now that calamity is upon you, why don't you die quickly!"

Another bolt of lightning struck a man in his thirties.

"All beauty and charm are but skin and bones, and all splendor and elegance will eventually turn to dust."

Zhuang Buran's gentle voice echoed endlessly in Qingyun Mountain.

"Sanmiao, today is the day you face your tribulation!"

A bolt of lightning struck down, hitting a graceful figure.

The voice of the boy in yellow suddenly appeared in the mind of the Ghost King, who was already far away from Qingyun Mountain:

"You escaped quite quickly. Today, when you attacked Qingyun Sect, you even left the four Holy Envoys of Ghost King Sect to guard the Qingyun Mountain Gate. You are quite clever. I hope you can give me even greater surprises in the future."

The Ghost King's face was ashen. Looking back at the faintly visible Qingyun Mountain, and thinking of how the Demonic Sect had come out in full force, only to be nearly wiped out by one person, he couldn't help but sigh and fly away.

On the other side, the young man in yellow landed inside the half-ruined Yuqing Palace.

"Zhang Xiaofan, with your level of cultivation, how could you make such a mistake, causing the deaths of my master, uncles, and many fellow disciples?" The Dharma Image trembled slightly as it glared angrily at the yellow-robed youth.

Are you... seeking revenge?

Zhuang Bu Ran said calmly:
“Brother Faxiang, I have not become an immortal. I am just a mortal with some supernatural powers. With my leaping technique alone, I can't jump higher than a mountain. With my cultivation alone, I can only stir up a river with one palm.”

"If we're talking about swordsmanship, I'd be considered one of the best in the world. But when faced with a sudden and fierce sneak attack, I can only protect myself and the people around me. It's really hard for me to be distracted and worry about others."

"Whether you think I did it on purpose or not, I can only reply with one sentence."

He paused for a moment, then said calmly:
"Take care of yourself. Let bygones be bygones. There's a long road ahead."

Upon hearing these strangely familiar words, Faxiang felt a sweet taste in his throat, and with a "pfft," blood splattered from his mouth as he angrily pointed at the young man in yellow:

"you"

He clutched his chest, his face turning deathly pale with anger. He had barely begun to speak when he suddenly fainted.

Zhuang Buran stood with his eyes lowered and said:

"Sect Master, I feel deeply guilty and wish to have my cultivation stripped away, be imprisoned on Dazhu Peak to reflect on my sins, and never be allowed to leave this world again."

The room fell silent instantly. Tian Buyi and the others looked anxious and were about to speak when Lu Xueqi suddenly stepped forward and said:
"Master Uncle, fellow uncles and senior uncles, I have no deep friendship with Junior Brother Zhang, but after the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament, I went down the mountain with him. On the Ten Thousand Bat Cave in Kongsang Mountain and on Liubo Mountain in the East Sea, I saw that he always took it as his duty to protect the righteous path. Now he has even saved Qingyun from danger."

"All of this has already explained everything. I hope that the sect leader and all the senior uncles and masters will consider Junior Brother Zhang's past and give him a lenient sentence."

After witnessing all this, Lin Jingyu immediately stepped forward and said:
“This disciple is willing to take the blame for Junior Brother Zhang’s sins. What he did was what this disciple wanted to do.”

"Junior Brother Zhang is wholeheartedly dedicated to eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path, slaying countless demons and monsters. Now, he is even eliminating traitors and driving out the Demonic Sect." Zeng Shushu stepped forward and said loudly:

“Junior Brother Zhang has never betrayed Qingyun, so how can Qingyun betray him? We hope that the Sect Leader and all the other senior uncles and masters will punish him leniently.”

Chu Yuhong, Peng Chang, Song Daren, and the other disciples from the seven lineages stepped forward simultaneously, their voices ringing out powerfully:

“Junior Brother Zhang has never betrayed Qingyun, so how can Qingyun betray him? We hope that the Sect Leader and all the other senior uncles and masters will punish him leniently.”

Tian Buyi and the other peak leaders all turned their gazes toward Dao Xuan Daoist.

After a long pause, Dao Xuan Zhenren said in a deep voice:
"Zhang Xiaofan."

"The disciple is here."

"Although you have made great contributions to Qingyun and the righteous path of the Central Plains, you still bear the responsibility for your own mistakes, which led to the deaths of your fellow practitioners at the hands of the demonic cult."

“Our Qingyun Sect has strict rules. Merit is merit, and fault is fault. Therefore, you are punished to spend the next two hundred years in quiet reflection on your mistakes on Dazhu Peak and are not allowed to leave Dazhu Peak.”

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions relaxed slightly, and their hearts, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

"This disciple accepts the punishment."

The boy in the yellow shirt gradually walked up to Tian Buyi and his wife:
"This disciple has failed in the teachings of my master and mistress."

“A person without hatred or resentment is a dead person. Even I, your teacher, have many flaws in my character.” Tian Buyi gently patted the yellow-clad boy’s arm.

Su Ru spoke with great heartache:
"Xiao Fan, you still have us. Don't keep everything to yourself from now on, it's too painful."

The young man in yellow nodded, turned to face his fellow disciples, clasped his hands in a salute, and said:
"Dear fellow disciples, we will meet again someday."

(End of this chapter)