Chapter 111: The Black Silkworm Nine-Dragon Robe

"Remember, from today on, our identity is that of rogue cultivators. We don't need to change our names; keep them as they are," Ye Wuya said gently to Jiang Xiaoxiao.

"Yes, Master!" Jiang Xiaoxiao listened intently. This was the first time she was going to stir up trouble with her Master, and she couldn't help but feel excited.

Her Master had explicitly said they were going to force their way in! Deep down, Jiang Xiaoxiao, who loved combat, was eager to try; her blood was boiling with excitement.

This was her first time forcibly entering a sect. If she were to reveal her identity as the Saintess of the Immortal Moon Sacred Land, those sect forces would certainly never dare to raise a hand against her, and she naturally wouldn't pick a fight for no reason.

But this time was different. Her Master, the ancestor of the Immortal Moon Sacred Land, had personally decreed that they were going to storm a small sect, and she, of course, had to cooperate fully.

Moreover, a sect was more than just its leader. Above the sect master were the grand elders, below were the sect elders, followed by various management layers, and at the very bottom were tens of thousands of cultivators!

If she could single-handedly topple the tens of thousands of members of the Qingyun Sect, it would be a great chance to receive guidance from her Master, and her own combat strength would surely improve significantly!

Thinking this, Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but giggle to herself.

"Alright, do you have a black robe with you? Give me one," Ye Wuya said calmly.

"Yes, I do, Master! Just a moment!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded quickly and searched through her storage ring. Before long, she produced a black robe embroidered with nine fierce, clawing dragons.

"The Black Silk Nine-Dragon Robe!" Jiang Xiaoxiao happily presented the garment. "Master, this was embroidered using black silk spun by thousand-year-old black silkworms of the Golden Core realm. The silk was treated with various rare herbs and flowers; it carries a perpetual, refreshing fragrance, is impervious to water and fire, and is resistant to blades and arrows. Its defensive capabilities are enough to withstand ordinary attacks from the Golden Core realm without sustaining damage..."

"Alright, stop!" Ye Wuya interrupted. If he didn't stop her, Jiang Xiaoxiao would probably be talking until tomorrow!

Ye Wuya took the Black Silk Nine-Dragon Robe. It felt delicate and incredibly soft to the touch. The robe truly emitted a refreshing fragrance that invigorated the mind; breathing it in, Ye Wuya felt his thoughts sharpen.

Looking at the nine dragons roaring on the robe, poised as if to soar into the heavens, it looked mighty and imposing!

Ye Wuya’s eyes widened, but he had to maintain his composure, suppressing his inner thrill with all his might.

*So badass, isn't it?* he roared internally.

As for why Jiang Xiaoxiao carried such items—they didn't take up much space, and having extra gear was useful for concealing one's identity during special circumstances.

Ye Wuya gripped the robe tightly with both hands and gave it a fierce tug, wanting to test its durability. The veins on his arms bulged like writhing dragons, knotted and gnarled like the roots of an ancient tree—a terrifying sight.

Ye Wuya had used his full strength, but while the robe stretched slightly at first, it remained completely unmoved afterward. This surprised him once more! He knew his own strength well; he could easily lift a ten-thousand-pound boulder!

The fact that the Black Silk Nine-Dragon Robe didn't budge showed it was no ordinary item.

Jiang Xiaoxiao, clad in golden battle armor, walked away to keep watch for Ye Wuya.

Ye Wuya changed into the robe. A moment later, he reappeared.

The black robe fit perfectly, as if it had been tailored specifically for him. He looked like a reticent and peerless expert.

"How much further to the Qingyun Sect?" Ye Wuya asked.

"Master, we are about ten miles away. I can already sense the aura of a Golden Core realm cultivator ahead, though it is quite weak," Jiang Xiaoxiao replied.

"Let's go. Follow my lead, and remember, do not cause any casualties!" Ye Wuya instructed. "We will use the excuse of a martial challenge to fight our way up."

"Yes, Master!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded as Ye Wuya took flight, soaring toward the direction of the Qingyun Sect.

The sun was bright. Less than half an hour later, the two had entered the territory of the Qingyun Sect.

Looking into the distance, there were seven peaks towering into the clouds, connected by iron chains stretching across the sky.

The largest mountain stood in the front. Halfway up its slope sat a magnificent palace, surrounded by dancing cranes and a massive waterfall cascading from the heavens, resembling a paradise on earth. Other peaks also featured rolling palaces, with giant floating boulders and stone pillars suspended between the seven mountains.

The entire Qingyun Sect looked imposing and grand—a true land of immortals.

"Master, we have entered the grounds of the Qingyun Sect!" Jiang Xiaoxiao called out to Ye Wuya.

"Let's descend!" Ye Wuya said, diving downward first. He had originally intended to storm directly into the massive training arena on the main peak, but the thought of being dragged along by a sword felt like it would diminish his dignity and the impact of his entrance.

To storm in like that might be disrespectful; it would be better to fight his way up from the foot of the mountain, step by step!

Soon, the two landed on the ground and headed toward the main peak.

At the foot of the mountain, two young men wearing white Taoist robes stood there, bored.

"Senior Brother, do you think the Lieyang Sect is really going to war with our Qingyun Sect?" the younger-looking disciple asked the older one.

"Need you ask? After the trip to the ruins, their sect's disciples were nearly wiped out, and they insist it was our Qingyun Sect's doing!" the older youth said.

"Pah! Those shameless bastards. The highest cultivation level among our senior brothers and sisters who went was only the ninth level of the Spirit Gathering Realm. They sent several people in the Form Shaping Realm—how could our people possibly win? Serves them right! It’s so satisfying!" the younger one spat.

"Exactly. If they want to fight, let them. When has our Qingyun Sect ever feared the Lieyang Sect? We’ve been sworn enemies for generations; we’ve fought for so long that countless brothers have died. This grudge ends only in death for one of us! There is no possibility of reconciliation. Even my own younger brother died in the last clash!" the older youth said, gritting his teeth.

"I wish we could start the war now, just to kill a few more Lieyang Sect scumbags and avenge my brother who died at their hands a few years ago!" The young man’s eyes were bloodshot as he spoke viciously, as if he couldn't wait to rush to the Lieyang Sect and slaughter them all.

"Senior Brother, don't be discouraged. Maybe you'll get your chance for revenge when the fighting starts this time!" the younger one said, attempting to console him.

"Hmm, I'll take your word for it, Junior Brother," the older youth replied, cupping his hands in a salute.

The younger one returned the gesture. He glanced outward and said, "Senior Brother, it looks like two people are heading our way!"