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My Love Life With The Sect Masters in Xianxia
🕑 Added 2025-02-05 18:00:05 +0000 UTCChapter 161: Shut the Door, Release Li Wuchang!
Li Ran was not a match for Wu Chengkong.
The difference between them spanned multiple major realms—an unshakable reality, an insurmountable chasm.
But just because he couldn't win didn't mean he would back down.
Xiao Qingge was his woman, and Wu Chengkong’s words had already crossed the line. How could he just stand by and do nothing?
Acting tough against the weak, but cowering when facing the strong?
Then what was the point of seizing the heavens and defying fate?
At this moment, Li Ran’s entire body radiated divine light, his blood surging like a great river, churning endlessly within him.
Yet, he refused to take even a single step back!
"Li Ran…"
Xiao Qingge bit her lip as she looked at his back, mist gathering in her eyes.
—
Feng Wanjiang watched Li Ran, his heart pounding.
He knew this demonic cultivator was strong, but this strong?
Being crushed in terms of realm was one thing, but the overwhelming Buddhist energy, the boiling blood energy—
It was utterly terrifying!
‘This guy… he's a monster!’ he thought in shock.
Even Elder Wu's gaze flickered with surprise.
"You practice both the Martial and Buddhist paths?"
Though the Buddhist energy was not vast, it was impossibly pure—like that of a high monk who had cultivated for centuries before the sacred altar.
And that faint blood aura around Li Ran…
It looked familiar.
‘Blood Demon Emperor's lineage?’
But what truly shocked Wu Chengkong was the golden ancient energy seeping from Li Ran’s collar, exuding an archaic, primeval aura.
Even he, an elder at the peak of the Tribulation Crossing Realm, felt a twinge of fear upon seeing it!
‘Just how many fortuitous encounters has this kid had? How can a mere youth have such a terrifying foundation?!’
At this point, talent alone was no longer a sufficient explanation.
‘If given time, this child will dominate the ten thousand sects!’
For the first time, Wu Chengkong’s heart wavered.
His gaze shifted between hesitation and calculation.
He wanted to act, but he also held reservations.
After a long silence, he finally spoke.
"Does Holy Son Li even realize what he's saying? The Divine Dao Sect is the supreme sect of the righteous path! How dare you call it incompetent?"
Li Ran sneered.
"A so-called ‘righteous’ elder, coming to a mortal family estate to flaunt his power, coercing and threatening a woman into obedience—if that isn't incompetence, then what is?"
Wu Chengkong’s expression remained unchanged.
"Xiao Qingge is a disciple of my sect. I am merely fulfilling my duty."
"She is no longer a disciple of the Divine Dao Sect!"
Li Ran’s voice was ice-cold.
"When she lost her cultivation, you kicked her out without hesitation. Did your ‘noble’ sect fulfill its duty then?"
"And now, just because her talent has returned, suddenly she’s yours again? What a ridiculous joke!"
Wu Chengkong narrowed his eyes.
"Then what does Holy Son Li intend to do?"
Li Ran replied, "My intention is simple: Go back to where you came from. If Xiao Qingge doesn’t want to return to the Divine Dao Sect, no one can force her!"
The moment those words left his mouth, the entire hall turned deadly silent.
The Xiao family members broke into a cold sweat.
That was a Tribulation Crossing cultivator standing before them—one wave of his hand could wipe out the entire Xiao family!
Wu Chengkong’s black robe fluttered despite the still air, his voice as cold as a winter wind.
"So, Holy Son Li believes I don’t dare to touch you?"
The atmosphere became suffocating.
An overwhelming pressure filled the hall, causing the weaker cultivators' faces to pale, as if a boulder had been pressed against their chests.
And at the center of it all, Li Ran took the brunt of the force.
His chest felt tight, his breathing labored—yet he still refused to step back!
"Hah—"
Wu Chengkong let out a laugh of rage.
"A mere Nascent Soul child thinks he can stand in my way?"
With a flick of his sleeve, an invisible force swept through the hall.
Li Ran’s spiritual energy was instantly sealed.
Even his surging blood energy was forcibly suppressed.
His body froze in place, rigid as a statue—unable to move a single finger.
He could only watch, helplessly, as Wu Chengkong strode toward Xiao Qingge.
As Xiao Qingge was about to fall into Wu Chengkong's grasp, Li Ran grew anxious beyond measure.
He pushed Heaven-Seizing Art to its absolute limit, desperately trying to break the binding on his right thumb.
A flash of golden light—
A Buddha Bone appeared in his palm.
He crushed it instantly!
A vast surge of Buddhist energy erupted from his body, finally granting him a momentary gap in the suppression.
But—
Li Ran didn’t attack.
Instead, he gathered every ounce of Buddhist energy within him and, using the Six-Syllable Mantra, roared at the top of his lungs—
"Old Li! If you don't step in right now, your grandson’s wife is about to be taken away!"
His voice, infused with divine Buddhist resonance, rumbled through the skies like rolling thunder.
The echoes, under his deliberate control, spread outward, shaking the heavens above Li Manor.
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Old Li… Old Li… Old Li…
Deep in a secluded chamber, a drowsing Li Wuchang suddenly jolted awake.
"Who?! Who the hell is calling me?!"
He furrowed his brows and extended his senses—
And then, in an instant, he snapped into full awareness.
"Someone dares to fucking bully my grandson?!"
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Wu Chengkong was momentarily stunned, then burst into laughter.
"Holy Son Li, you went through all that effort just to shout for help? Hahahaha!"
Li Ran simply shot him a glare and said nothing.
Wu Chengkong smirked confidently.
"I am a peak Tribulation Crossing cultivator! Unless an Emperor intervenes, who in this world could possibly stop me?"
He reached out for Xiao Qingge—
But just as his fingertips were about to touch her—
A blood-red hand materialized from the void and slammed him into the ground.
BOOM!
Wu Chengkong was buried waist-deep, his robes in tatters, his dignity shattered.
A grumpy, irritated voice echoed through the sky—
"A mere Tribulation Crossing weakling dares to bully my grandson?"
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Wu Chengkong was utterly dumbfounded.
He felt the soul-crushing pressure emanating from the blood-red hand, his face paling in sheer terror.
He stammered, "A-An Emperor? Impossible! H-How can this be?!"
By now, Li Ran had fully regained his freedom.
Shaking his head, he said calmly, "Next time, do your homework before you come looking for trouble. Did you really think my Li Family was an easy target?"
Wu Chengkong's eyes widened in horror.
"Li— Li Family?!"
Then, it clicked—
"Li Wuchang! 'Binding Demon' Li Wuchang! H-He’s— he’s still alive?!"
For a moment, silence filled the air.
Li Ran glanced at Wu Chengkong with deep sympathy.
Then—
The blood-red hand went on a rampage, slamming down repeatedly.
The entire Xiao Mansion shook as if an earthquake had struck.
Li Wuchang’s furious voice roared through the heavens—
"Who the hell gave you permission to call me by that stupid nickname?!"
"‘Binding Demon’? My ass! It’s 'Prison-Locking Dragon'! Get it right!"
"You dumb bastard! Of course I’m not dead! I’ll live longer than all of you combined!"
Wu Chengkong was completely immobilized.
Like a wooden stake, he was pounded into the earth, leaving only his head exposed.
His face was swollen beyond recognition, his hair was a disheveled mess—
There was not a shred of his former dignity as a peak cultivator left.
Li Ran covered his face.
"Old Li’s embarrassing history is public knowledge at this point, huh…"
Feng Wanjiang, watching from the side, felt his soul nearly leave his body.
Other than Leng Wuyan, Li Ran actually had another Emperor Realm powerhouse backing him?!
"Th-this is— this is fucking impossible!"
He gulped, his entire body trembling—
Then, ever so slowly, he turned to slip away—
Only to smack straight into a tall figure.
He looked up—
His face turned deathly pale.
With a forced grin, he stammered, "Ho-Holy Son Li…"
Li Ran looked down at him, cracking his knuckles with an electric snap—
His smile was bright and sunny.
"What's the rush? They can play their game—"
"You and I will play ours."
