In the system of super rich people, handsome men are just tools

Chapter 416 The Holy Son of the Joyous Union Sect

The mountain wind was biting, and a spring gushed forth bursts of spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy formed a barrier, preventing anyone from getting close. The sky was shrouded in colorful clouds, as if a supreme treasure was about to be born.

Unlike the quiet forest, the surrounding area was bustling like a marketplace. Countless cultivators, either in groups or alone, inquired about each other while remaining wary, making a constant commotion. Yet, no one dared to actually stand guard at the advantageous position next to the spiritual energy barrier.

Because the two people standing there were Dong Yuanchang of the Guiyuan Sect and Mu Xingchen of the Shengxing Sect.

A true peerless genius, one of the strongest in this secret realm!

Both of them were at the half-step Nascent Soul stage, and there were even rumors that Mu Xingchen had forcibly suppressed his cultivation in order to enter this secret realm.

The Guiyuan Sect was led by Dong Yuanchang, who was circulating his spiritual energy and guarding above, with a gentle appearance; while Mu Xingchen held a long sword, closed his eyes, and half covered his face with a mask. His white clothes were rustling in the wind, forming a confrontation.

Not far from them, the members of the Wraith Sect, dressed in red and black, each with a black coffin on their backs, stood ready in formation, led by the sect's senior disciple, Jiu Si.

No one spoke; judging from the spiritual energy around them, a fierce battle was about to break out, and a chilling atmosphere enveloped the entire area.

'Ring ring, ring ring'

Suddenly, the sound of bells broke the tense atmosphere. The bells rang out, clear and melodious, like a piece of music, but most of the cultivators with low cultivation levels covered their ears in pain.

"It is the Hehuan Sect, the Holy Son of the Hehuan Sect."

"Ah, quickly take the Guyuan Pill."

"It is said that the Holy Son's bell is a deadly weapon. Judging from the sound of this bell alone, it is indeed tempered with spiritual power, and its reputation is well-deserved."

Those below who couldn't hold on any longer had already knelt down, while the others looked up, their faces tense.

Rumor has it that the Holy Son of the Hehuan Sect is a ruthless killer, always using deadly moves to seize opportunities, giving no chance to human life.

"Hmph!" Mu Xingchen opened his eyes, snorted coldly, and looked into the distance, his spiritual energy surging: "What a grand display! They've come all this way, why don't they show themselves?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the bells stopped ringing, and a purple sedan chair descended from the sky. The sedan chair was rich and gorgeous, with four bells hanging at each of the four corners. It was covered with purple gauze, and only a figure could be vaguely seen.

Those who descended with the palanquin were the Holy Son's entourage, all dressed in purple and possessing beautiful appearances.

This is the Hehuan Sect!

"Hehehehe." A silvery laugh came from inside the sedan chair, and soon a seductive male voice came out from it, containing murderous intent: "Mu Xingchen, I do not allow you to interfere in my affairs!" As he spoke, a stream of spiritual energy flew out from inside the tent.

Mu Xingchen's eyes sharpened, and he swung his arm to draw his sword, blocking the killing move with a 'clang'.

Everyone was so shocked by this move that they dared not utter a sound, staring in astonishment as the spiritual energy exploded above.

"His first move was a seemingly insignificant killing move; the Holy Son of the Joyful Union Sect truly lives up to his reputation."

"Besides the geniuses of the five major sects, I doubt anyone could stop this move, right?"

Protected by his spiritual energy, Mu Xingchen's expression remained unchanged as he looked at the sedan chair and slowly said, "Such a temper! I suppose you haven't caught up with the Huan Yuan Grass yet!"

His words contained a mixture of probing and a hint of certainty.

The next second, a powerful spiritual energy emanated from the sedan chair, and everyone from the Hehuan Sect looked at him with hostility.

Both sides seemed to be about to make a move, but neither side took action for a long time.

The crowd below confirmed the recent rumors about Huan Yuan Grass: it was true that the Holy Son of the Hehuan Sect and Mu Xingchen were vying for it. Huan Yuan Grass was a rare treasure, appearing only once every hundred years; if they were given it...

But... Mu Xingchen said she didn't get it, does that mean neither of them got the Rejuvenating Grass?

Thinking of this, everyone looked at Dong Yuanchang and Jiu Si and sighed.

It seems that the treasure that is Huanyuan Grass has long since fallen into the hands of these two.

Besides them, who else could snatch things from Mu Xingchen and the Holy Son of the Hehuan Sect?

Before everyone could figure it out, laughter rang out, and Jiu Si from the Wraith Sect stepped forward, his sinister face making even his laughter particularly terrifying.

"You always bring up the very thing you don't want to talk about," he said to Mu Xingchen, then looked at the sedan chair and smiled. "Why don't you go ask Dong Yuanzhang? It seems that the woman was wearing clothes from the Guiyuan Sect. Don't you think so, Dong Yuanzhang?"

Upon hearing this, Dong Yuan frowned; he had already heard about it.

Mu Xingchen and the Hehuan Sect fought over the newly born Huanyuan Grass, but then encountered Jiu Si who came along. During the ensuing melee, the Huanyuan Grass was stolen by a woman who was wearing the clothes of their Guiyuan Sect.

But after asking the people below, he found that there was indeed no trace of the Returning Origin Grass.

"I know nothing about Huan Yuan Grass. With such a treasure about to be born, Jiu Si, I won't fall into the same trap that others have already fallen into." He had a solemn expression and a gentle appearance, but his words disappointed Jiu Si, who took a step back.

They also wanted to sow discord between the Guiyuan Sect and the Hehuan Sect. If they could weaken both sides, they would have two fewer enemies when the treasure was born.

Dong Yuanzhang didn't move, and neither did the sedan chair, clearly indicating they were thinking the same thing.

A woman in purple clothes rushed over from a distance, glanced in the direction of Guiyuan Sect, and then came to the sedan chair.

"Your Highness, the spiritual energy left on the Huan Yuan Grass is fluctuating. It seems that this person is nearby. Should I take some people down to search?" She asked respectfully, bowing her head.

As soon as she finished speaking, a slender, fair hand parted the purple veil, revealing a charming and beautiful face.

The woman looked up, paused slightly, and even those with excellent eyesight couldn't help but gasp.

I had long heard that the Holy Son of the Hehuan Sect had a face that could captivate the world, and that both men and women would fall at his feet. Even the daughter of the Guiyuan Sect Master was in love with him and pursued him. Now that I see it, it is indeed true that he lived up to his reputation.

The man in the sedan chair had a delicate nose and beautiful eyes, fair skin, and long hair that was half-tied up with a gold chain headband. His purple robe was loose and revealed a large area of ​​skin.

What an absolute beauty!

only.....

The domineering spiritual energy rippled outwards, and instantly many people dared not continue to peer into the area. Some even died from being struck by the spiritual energy and exploding in the process.

Even the most beautiful person can be a bloodthirsty killer.

Mu Xingchen protected himself with spiritual energy and remained silent this time. The Guiyuan Sect members, however, came to Dongyuan Chang's side and secretly glanced in the direction of the Hehuan Sect.

They also sent people to track down the trail of Huan Yuan Grass.

"Senior Brother Yuan Chang, should we also send someone to look for that woman wearing Guiyuan Sect clothes?"

“No need, the treasure is more important.” Dong Yuan Chang refused cautiously.

He didn't believe that the person who stole Huanyuan Grass was definitely from Guiyuan Sect. All the disciples of Guiyuan Sect with any strength were here now. As for an outer disciple stealing it right under the noses of the three major sects, how could that be possible?

Most likely, a disciple died, and their clothes were "borrowed" by some rogue cultivators. In the cultivation world, killing and robbing are commonplace.

The most important thing now is the treasure right now, which can cause a great change in the world, so it must be a rare treasure.

He is now only one step away from the Nascent Soul stage. If he can obtain a supreme treasure, it will be like adding wings to a tiger.

"Yes," his disciple replied in a low voice.

On the other side, the woman in purple felt the increasingly heavy air pressure and her body tensed up. Even after following the person in front of her for five years, she still couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

After a long while, the man slightly raised his eyes, his purple eyes deep and unfathomable, revealing nothing of his thoughts.

"Since you've seen that thief, you'll lead the search party. Once you find him, keep an eye on him. When the treasure is revealed, strike while the chaos is at its peak and kill him without mercy!" This will prevent Dong Yuan from having time to stop him.

"Yes, Your Highness." The woman bowed in agreement, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "If I leave with my men, what will happen to you...?"

"It's alright."

The man waved his hand, a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes. His handsome brows furrowed slightly, and his skin turned pink, making him appear dazed.

The woman was startled upon seeing this, and her voice softened: "Is Hehuan acting up? Let me get you some medicine." As she spoke, she hurriedly opened her storage bag.

The next second, a flash of spiritual energy struck, and the storage bag was knocked away.

The purple veil fell, followed by a cold command: "Yao Ruoyan, do your job well. If you don't get the Huan Yuan Grass, don't come back!"

"Yes, ma'am." Looking at the gauze curtain, Yao Ruoyan felt lost and dejected.

The Holy Son remains the same as always.

She clenched her hands, glanced back at a few people, looked at the sedan chair before leaving, and finally disappeared into the crowd below.