Chapter 144: Allow Me to Return Briefly - I Forged Them in Darkness, and They Buried Me in It

### Chapter 144: Allow Me to Return Briefly The courtyard was deserted. So, the only one who could have spoken at this moment, and with such hostility, unsurprisingly, was her. Luo Cong An's eyes sharpened as she followed the voice. Amidst the moonlight, a solitary figure stood silently. Behind her were twelve mysterious and elegant wings. Her black wings gently fluttered, lifting her whole body into the air. The mocking words just uttered came from her lips. Luo Cong An frowned. Her mood, initially cheerful, somewhat dampened upon encountering this large pesky moth. She looked directly at Eileen and said coldly, "I don’t know about being perverse, but at least I'm not reproductively isolated like you, big moth." "You!" Eileen choked, then lowered her gaze. Her tone was icy. "When I have you tied to a cross and whip you, we'll see if your mouth is still this hard." Luo Cong An was taken aback, then burst into laughter. Somehow, a long sword appeared in her hand. She raised her arm slightly, her face showing no trace of fear. "If you didn’t come to me, I might have spared your pathetic life for the sake of Mr." She squinted her eyes. "I've long been annoyed by you, big moth, and today, I must take you apart!" Under the moonlight, battle seemed imminent. The auras and domains of these two top-tier powerhouses expanded instantly. Yet, they both chose to avoid a particular room to ensure the battle's aura and aftermath wouldn't disturb someone inside. In this regard, they shared a rare understanding. In the next moment, Luo Cong An soared into the air. Her sword's blade, sharp and fierce, was like a thin streak of fire in the night sky. The fiery line split the night, producing sharp, piercing whistles as it tore through the air! She wielded her attacks with no reservations or hesitation—going straight for the kill. In matters concerning Mr., Luo Cong An would never tolerate any leniency. If she weren’t concerned about angering him, she would have slain this pesky moth the first chance she got. A witch? How dare she try to seduce our Mr.? I'll clip those wings of yours! Perhaps due to her concern for Mr., she wouldn’t kill her outright, but a good lesson would be just fine. And if Mr. questioned her, she’d just have to act coy and hope to pass it off. On the other side, Eileen's thoughts weren't much different from Luo Cong An's. They both understood one truth well. Only the weak wait for things to be handed out; the good things have to be snatched! Endless black mist emerged from her body. The true night had begun to descend. ... ... Their clash disturbed several capable cultivators on Dragon Tiger Mountain. Kilometers away from their battlefield. In a secluded chamber, Senior Brother suddenly opened his eyes. He looked towards a certain direction, his pupils contracting tightly. There was no mistake, this aura... It was Master Luo! As a leading young figure on Dragon Tiger Mountain, he was naturally acquainted with the Peak Master of Qingcheng Mountain. They would occasionally meet. But now, sensing the continuously fluctuating spiritual aura from that southern courtyard, Senior Brother was immensely puzzled. Master Luo's strength was undeniable. Even on Dragon Tiger Mountain, filled with talents, she ranked highly. Yet, the overwhelming spiritual aura waves were terrifying, even more so than their own sect leader's might. Since when did that Peak Master become so powerful? And, on Dragon Tiger Mountain's territory, whom was she fiercely fighting with?! Senior Brother put away his thoughts and didn’t delay. His form, like lightning, reached the road leading to the courtyard within breaths. The path to the courtyard was already filled with people. At a glance, all were individuals with profound cultivation. Among them was the formation instructor and one of Dragon Tiger Mountain's Seven, Meng Mao. Clustered together, they occasionally cast glances towards the courtyard, eyes reflecting sheer astonishment and disbelief. The sword qi continuously emanating from the courtyard made them hesitant to step any closer. Fearing that just approaching a bit more could make any of them an accidental victim to the aftermath. Senior Brother's arrival quickly drew everyone’s attention. Meng Mao, reinvigorated, hurriedly approached and inquired in a low voice, "Senior Brother, if I’m not mistaken, isn’t this courtyard where Master Luo resides?" Hearing this, Senior Brother nodded slightly. Unlike the others, who were full of worry, his face remained calm, as if nothing, not even the sky falling, could shake him. Seeing this calmed everyone around him. As expected of Dragon Tiger Mountain's Senior Brother—his calm demeanor made them realize there was no need to panic. After all, with Senior Brother around, even if the sky fell, he would be there to catch it. Indeed, as he turned, still guardedly aloof, only Senior Brother himself knew his true feelings beneath that calmness. Even the mere ripples of energy leaking from the front made his heart pound with dread. Damn, is this level of battle something I can meddle with? However, catching the admiring glances from the crowd, Senior Brother instinctively straightened up. What he originally wanted to say—how he'd report to the sect leader—transformed into a different declaration. "Ladies and gentlemen, no need to panic. Allow me to return briefly!" The words barely left his mouth when he felt a twitch he could hardly suppress on his face. He sincerely wanted to smack himself. Do you not see the aura in front? Is there any good to go there?! Do you even think before you speak?! Nevertheless, despite the cursing in his heart, Senior Brother maintained his stern facade. It was, after all, his professional veneer built over decades. Hearing the man's statement, Meng Mao, who had just taken out his phone intending to call the sect leader, swiftly put it back into his pocket. His expression was filled with admiration, almost to the point of worship. "Senior Brother..." Meng Mao began, but before he could say more, Senior Brother quickly interrupted. He rapidly spoke, "Such a trivial matter doesn’t require disturbing the sect leader. My intervention is more than sufficient." He let out a cold scoff and flicked his sleeve. "Meng Mao, you don't need to persuade me!" No one noticed that after these imposing words, the man's mouth twitched violently. "Uh..." Meng Mao was stunned, replying honestly, "Senior Brother, you've misunderstood. I just wanted to express my admiration for you..." He gestured invitingly, "Senior Brother should hurry and check the situation. If Master Luo encounters some mishap, that wouldn’t be good." For some reason, after saying this, Meng Mao felt Senior Brother’s gaze on him suddenly turn piercing. Senior Brother gritted his teeth, his body enveloped in spiritual power as he rushed towards the courtyard. His speed was swift, drawing everyone’s eyes as they watched his departing figure. Soon, in less than ten seconds. He shot back, at a speed several times faster than when he had approached! His Daoist robe, once intact, was now filled with countless tiny cuts. Meng Mao, quick on his feet, immediately caught Senior Brother. He had no time to speak before Senior Brother, with a swift roll, stood straight. Perhaps exerting too much force, he momentarily lost his balance, his foot slipping slightly. Immediately afterwards, Senior Brother's immensely detached words carried over. "No worries, I have just had a friendly exchange with Master Luo. She’s borrowing our Dragon Tiger Mountain to train." Hearing this, though it felt strange, everyone nodded in understanding. "So that's how it is." "To think Master Luo’s strength has reached such levels—just the leaked sword qi makes us too afraid to approach." Only Meng Mao appeared dumbstruck, pointing to Senior Brother’s mouth. He muttered, "Senior Brother, it seems there’s blood on your lips..." (End of Chapter)