Immortal of the Nine Realms

”Li Changsheng, I misunderstood you,” said Lu Qingshu. ”Now that the one forbids us from attacking the Void Immortal Sword Sect, if we can destroy the Three Thousand Dao Sect entirely, it will resolve the hatred in my heart.”

A large group of sword cultivators, along with dozens of Immortal Kings, all swiftly moved toward the direction of the Three Thousand Dao Sect. During this journey, Lu Qingshu expressed his gratitude to Li Changsheng.

Li Changsheng nodded and replied, ”No need for such courtesy. After all, we come from the same sect.”

Deep in his eyes, a faint trace of contempt flickered. He had never held any respect for Lu Qingshu.

Ouyang Xuanchen followed behind the group, and at the same time, he sent a message to the Great Expansion Dao Sect, instructing the prominent elders to head toward the Three Thousand Dao Sect. The last time he was humiliated there, he planned to reclaim all his lost dignity this time. If he were lucky, he might even snatch a few of the Three Thousand Dao Sect’s legacies.

***

Great Expansion Dao Sect.

Xu Qingsong, who had been in seclusion, suddenly awoke. Looking at the communication talisman in his hand, an arrogant smile gradually spread across his face.

”Fang Chen, today is your turn!”

He excitedly left his seclusion and happened to run into Xu Sijiu.

”Father,” Xu Qingsong called out with excitement. ”Have you heard? We are heading to the Three Thousand Dao Sect right away.”

Xu Sijiu nodded. ”Yes, I’ve heard. Many elders have already set off.”

Both of them then tore through the air toward the Three Thousand Dao Sect.

Meanwhile, in the Desolate Academy, Zhao Jiaolong and the others also caught wind of the news.

Hua Miaoqing’s expression was serious. ”I have learned many ancient Daoist techniques from Lord Fang, and I have already joined the Three Thousand Dao Sect. This time...”

”Don’t go to your death.” Zhao Jiaolong’s face was grave as he spoke. ”My elders have said that this matter is very serious. No force in the Central Continent Empire has the right to intervene. If they do, they will be destroyed.”

Hua Miaoqing thought for a moment, then gently shook her head. ”One must see things through to the end. If the Three Thousand Dao Sect faces a calamity and I stand by and do nothing, what meaning would my life’s path have?”

Zhao Jiaolong frowned. ”Avoiding danger is human nature.”

Hua Miaoqing looked at him before suddenly smiling. ”Senior Brother...”

Looking at her smile, Zhao Jiaolong fell silent. In the end, he nodded. ”If you must go, I will not stop you.”

Not everyone was like Hua Miaoqing. Probably only a third of the Desolate Academy disciples, who had joined the Three Thousand Dao Sect, chose to follow Hua Miaoqing to the Three Thousand Dao Sect.

***

Nine Generation King Manor.

Ji Liang and a group of his siblings were sitting in the main hall, drinking tea. As they listened to their elder siblings discuss matters, Ji Liang’s brows subtly showed a hint of displeasure.

Suddenly, someone entered the hall, bringing news that shocked everyone.

”The number one on the Emperor’s Ranking... is going to deal with the Three Thousand Dao Sect? Even the Divine Dao Sect was forced to leave by them?”

Everyone exchanged glances.

The eldest son of the Nine Generation King looked to be in his thirties, but he was in fact quite old. He had his own cultivation grounds and numerous offspring. His cultivation had reached the peak of the Dao Union Realm.

He scanned the crowd with a glance and smiled softly. ”Father is over there as well. We might as well go and have a look. Such a grand event should not be missed.”

Ji Liang nodded, a faint cold light flashing in his eyes. ”This is indeed a grand occasion.”

***

The Three Thousand Dao Sect.

With the influence of the Grand Dao White Lotus, the spiritual energy here had become even more concentrated. The air was thick with spiritual mist, and occasionally, one could see celestial birds soaring through the skies, creating a scene of paradise.

The visitors came and went in an endless stream. These pilgrims had discovered that every time they came here to offer incense, their health improved upon returning home. Some of the early pilgrims had witnessed numerous extraordinary occurrences, and from their mouths, various stories began to circulate.

Thus, in the eyes of these visitors, the Three Thousand Dao Sect had become a celestial temple where immortals resided.

A Daoist priest put down his teacup and asked in a soft voice, ”Master, how many more years will we have to live like this?”

Zhou Bufan’s expression soured. After a few moments of silence, he noticed the gazes of the others upon him, so he slowly spoke up. ”Just take it day by day; it’s better than having no life at all.”

The Daoist beggar sneered. ”If it weren’t for your Purple Sun Dao Sect insisting on getting involved, we wouldn’t have ended up like this. Have you ever thought about how many years we’ve been here? Hmph.”

The others had lost the strength to argue with the Daoist beggar, or rather, they had lost the will to quarrel altogether. The only thing on their minds every day was how to leave this damn place. For them, each moment here felt like a kind of torment.

”Someone is coming,” said Zhou Bufan, looking toward the void, where figures began to appear.

At first, he didn’t pay much attention, but when he focused, he realized that more and more figures were emerging. Among them, there was one he recognized.

”The Immortal King of the Great Expansion Dao Sect is here!”

He saw Ouyang Xuanzhen!

Zhou Bufan instinctively stood up, his face flushing with excitement. The nearby cultivators from the Purple Sun Dao Sect also stood up, and when they noticed the commotion in the void, they were nearly moved to tears.

The auras of these cultivators were deep and unfathomable. Their grand procession arriving at the Three Thousand Dao Sect clearly wasn’t a simple friendly visit!

Not to mention, among them were the Immortal Kings of the three major Dao Sects of the Central Continent Empire!

The Daoist beggar looked suspiciously at the scene. He put down the teacup he was about to drink and stood up to watch the void.

”Could it be that today will be the day we are set free from this place?” muttered the Daoist beggar, his eyes filling with excitement.

The cultivators of the Three Thousand Dao Sect did not panic. They immediately sent a message to Li Daoye.

”Are those cultivators from the Purple Sun Dao Sect?”

The gaze of the Immortal King Gu Xi suddenly fell on Zhou Bufan and the others. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. After so many years, they were still here, drinking tea?

Ouyang Xuanzhen’s expression was strange, and he nodded softly. ”Indeed, it’s them.”

The Immortal Kings from the Dao Sects exchanged a glance, and in their hearts, they increasingly felt that Fang Chen deserved to die.

This guy, at times, held grudges a little too much.

”Truly enjoying the leisurely life,” Lu Qingshu said with a half-smile as he stared at Zhou Bufan and the others. Then he turned to a nearby sword cultivator and said, ”First, take their heads.”

Before the sword cultivator could take action, Ouyang Xuanzhen hurried forward and explained the whole situation.

Lu Qingshu paused, slightly surprised. ”Oh? They’re not from the Three Thousand Dao Sect? They were punished here because they offended the brat with the last name Fang and were made to drink this filthy concoction?”

The group of sword cultivators stared intently at the strange tea in their cups, and their expressions turned increasingly odd. These cultivators had clearly been confined here for many years. If they had to drink this kind of stuff day in and day out...

”How can they endure this?” one of the sword cultivators couldn’t help but ask.

Indeed, how could they endure it? If it were them, they would rather die than put up with this kind of treatment for so long.

”They just don’t want to die,” Li Changsheng said with a smile. ”If it were you, you would have probably done the same.”

Although the sword cultivators didn’t speak, they looked at Li Changsheng with disdain in their hearts. What was there to fear about death?

”Since they’re not from the Three Thousand Dao Sect, let them live for now. Bring a few people, and let’s destroy the entrance first,” Lu Qingshu said.

At that moment, a rocking chair suddenly appeared near Zhou Bufan. An elderly man sat on it, rocking back and forth. He looked at Lu Qingshu and said with a smile, ”Junior, come down and have a cup of tea.”