Blue Ling’er went down the mountain and saw a tall, thin figure standing outside the Mountain-Protecting Array.
It was a White-faced Old Man.
His skin was unnaturally pale, almost entirely devoid of color.
He had no beard and not even a single eyebrow, giving him an extremely eerie appearance.
Blue Ling’er did not recognize the man.
Before she could speak, the White-faced Old Man spoke first.
“Is the one approaching the second disciple of Among the Colorful Clouds… ‘Snow Empress’ Blue Ling’er?”
Blue Ling’er did not answer immediately.
As she drew closer, she noticed the White-faced Old Man’s eyes were cloudy, appearing to be blind.
‘How did he recognize me?’
As doubt rose in Blue Ling’er’s mind, the White-faced Old Man continued,
“There is no need for confusion. I identified your identity through your scent, breathing, and gait. This is merely a trivial specialty of mine.”
Blue Ling’er frowned.
There was no doubt that the White-faced Old Man before her was a Martial Expert.
Although he had not directly revealed his cultivation, his mere presence made Blue Ling’er feel that he was not someone to be underestimated.
The White-faced Old Man’s cultivation was, at the very least, equal to her own.
“Who are you?”
She asked in a low voice, her eyes radiating a cold chill.
“I come from the ‘Demon Sect.’ I am merely an insignificant messenger,” the White-faced Old Man replied.
“The Demon Sect? Which Demon Sect?”
Blue Ling’er asked.
“There are many demonic sects in this world, but there is only one ‘Demon Sect,'” the White-faced Old Man said mysteriously.
Blue Ling’er was clever and would not be trapped by the old man’s riddles.
She quickly realized something and said coldly,
“To name your own power the ‘Demon Sect’ is quite a twisted sense of humor.”
“Heh, as expected of the ‘Snow Empress,’ you reacted so quickly.”
The White-faced Old Man chuckled.
“However, you are still young. It is normal that you do not know the origins of the ‘Demon Sect.’ When the ‘Demon Sect’ was running rampant in the Great Yan, you hadn’t even been born yet.”
“Enough nonsense.”
Blue Ling’er had no interest in discussing the past with him.
She said directly, “Among the Colorful Clouds does not wish to have any dealings with you. Leave at once.”
“Heh heh heh, little girl, you shouldn’t drive away a guest like this. Did your Master, Yu Yi, never teach you to maintain respect for the seniors of the ‘Demon Sect’?” the White-faced Old Man sneered.
“Maintain respect for you? What a joke—wait, what did you call my Master?”
Blue Ling’er didn’t catch the issue at first, but once she processed it, she realized something that had never happened before.
The White-faced Old Man had not used the title “Lady Demon Yu Yi Jue,” but her original name, Yu Yi.
Aside from the few disciples by her side, the only people in this world who knew Yu Yi’s real name were “old-timers” like Sword Emperor Ji Hongye.
“I have visited Among the Colorful Clouds this time by the order of the Holy Sovereign to speak with his ‘old friend.'”
As the White-faced Old Man spoke, he suddenly turned toward the Main Pavilion of Among the Colorful Clouds standing on the mountain and bowed deeply.
“Senior Yu, would you give the Holy Sovereign some face and speak with me in person?”
As soon as he finished speaking, the Mountain-Protecting Array began to faint and dissipate.
Blue Ling’er understood that this meant Yu Yi had granted the White-faced Old Man permission to ascend the mountain.
She did not want to say another word to him, so she gave him a cold glance and turned to lead the way.
The White-faced Old Man bowed once more toward the Main Pavilion and followed Blue Ling’er up the mountain.
Under Blue Ling’er’s lead, the White-faced Old Man arrived at the Main Pavilion and appeared before Yu Yi.
The previous guest had been Sword Emperor Ji Hongye, but the one being received this time was a messenger from the “Demon Sect,” a figure of the exact opposite status.
Among the Colorful Clouds was truly a place that dealt with both the righteous and demonic paths.
Yu Yi sized up the White-faced Old Man before her.
Although the man was blind, his every gesture displayed arrogance.
The moment he entered the Main Pavilion, his nose twitched as he began to sniff.
“Senior Yu, it seems your ‘traitors’ are almost all captured? There are three people here now, and two more on the back mountain not far away. Truly worth celebrating.”
The White-faced Old Man bowed to Yu Yi with utter insincerity.
Then he sniffed again and asked curiously, “However, I also smell a weak aura. Could it be a new Disciple Senior Yu has taken in?”
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the surrounding Disciples turned strange.
They had not expected that in just a few seconds, the White-faced Old Man had used his sense of smell to determine everyone’s location, including Su Cheng and Ye Qingluan in the Confinement Room, as well as Yun Qianxue, whom Yu Yi had stationed outside.
The Confinement Room was not far from here, but to ensure Yun Qianxue did not come into contact with other Demonic Cultivators, Yu Yi had intentionally sent her to hide further away.
She hadn’t expected the White-faced Old Man to smell her as well.
His performance in front of Yu Yi had a very obvious intent.
He was flexing the “muscles” of the Demon Sect.
Yu Yi shook her head at this.
She turned her gaze elsewhere, unwilling to look at the White-faced Old Man for another second.
Her flat tone carried a sense of disdain and loathing.
“A dog is a good dog, but it’s a pity it’s wearing a hideous human skin.”
The smile on the White-faced Old Man’s face instantly froze.
He let out a cold laugh and stopped wasting time, getting straight to the point.
“Senior Yu, if I am not mistaken, did the Sword Emperor Gexia not come here a few days ago to hand over a demonic sword to you?”
The auras of Ji Hongye and Liu Mingyan should have already dissipated.
The reason the White-faced Old Man said this was likely because he smelled the aura of the sword box—infused with powerful energy to suppress the Everlasting Tribulation Sword—which had not yet vanished from the air.
“Does your ‘Demon Sect’ want that sword?”
Yu Yi asked, narrowing her eyes slightly.
During dinner earlier, Huang Doudou had mentioned that the Everlasting Tribulation Sword would attract those who coveted it.
It was unexpected that they would arrive so soon.
“It is not a matter of wanting it. I am here on behalf of the Holy Sovereign to retrieve the Everlasting Tribulation Sword.”
The White-faced Old Man spoke the word “retrieve” with extreme clarity.
He continued, “The most suitable owner for the Everlasting Tribulation Sword is the Holy Sovereign of our ‘Demon Sect.'”
“Oh? What makes you say that?” Yu Yi asked nonchalantly.
“Senior Yu, you should be well aware of the former glory of the ‘Demon Sect.’ It was only due to some accidents that we were forced to hide in the shadows and wait for our chance.”
“Now, our Holy Sovereign has returned to his position. With the support of the Everlasting Tribulation Sword, he can sweep away all who stand in his way. Even the supreme Yan Emperor will be helpless against us.”
When mentioning his Holy Sovereign, the White-faced Old Man looked incredibly respectful and proud.
“Since the Everlasting Tribulation Sword is so important, why do you think I would be willing to give it to you?”
Yu Yi raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile.
“Among the Colorful Clouds is no longer the Among the Colorful Clouds of the past. You must recognize reality. The waters of this world are too deep, hiding many unknown and terrifying things. You cannot handle the strife the Everlasting Tribulation Sword brings.”
The White-faced Old Man sneered as he advised Yu Yi,
“However, the ‘Demon Sect’ of old is about to return. Yu Yi, as long as you hand over the Everlasting Tribulation Sword, I will say a few kind words for you before the Holy Sovereign. Guaranteeing your eternal safety will not be a problem.”
Faced with the White-faced Old Man’s sincere “advice,” Yu Yi did not speak.
Instead, another bone-chilling voice rang out.
“Who gave you the dog’s gall to dare call my Master by her real name here?”
Blue Ling’er took a step forward.
Her eyes erupted with an incredibly piercing ice-blue light, and her long hair stood on end under the surge of majestic cold energy.
The entire Main Pavilion froze into ice in an instant.