Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 1646: Chapter 606: Do You Really Wish to Die?_3

Someone pointed into the distance.

Amidst the faint mist, streaks of Glint flickered, weaving in and out of the rolling mountain ranges, shrouded by drifting white clouds, all casting their gazes this way from afar.

Huangfu Song was inwardly furious. The Golden Core Cultivators he had recruited were mostly drawn by Great Zhou’s Nascent Soul Formation Technique, caring little for loyalty. Those he could truly rely on were still his two old retainers.

On the other hand, he couldn’t help but secretly feel pleased.

By making such an ostentatious, slow journey to Penghu, he had successfully enticed the Rogue Cultivators hidden in the Hidden Dragon Mountain Range to come out and spectate, which played perfectly into his plans.

When more onlookers gathered, it would make negotiating terms with Qingyang Zi far more convenient.

Even if the talks broke down, under the witness of the crowd, a fight would establish right and wrong. Once the opponent was defeated, they would have no grounds to argue.

High-Order Cultivators still valued their reputation.

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Between the mountain ranges, many Rogue Cultivators who had heard the news were gathered near the lakeside, staring at the Cloud Boat, engaging in lively discussion among friends grouped in twos and threes.

”What’s all this about? Are they going to fight? If so, they should just start already. Why are they sitting around like this?”

”If they’re not fighting, then it must be a visit.”

”But who shows up for a visit with this kind of entourage? Seven Golden Core Cultivators and over a hundred Foundation Establishment Cultivators? If you told me it was to annihilate a sect, I’d believe you.”

”True enough. I heard from a Cultivator over at Moyun Cave that when the Moyun Cave Lord visited Master Qingyang Zi, he only brought along a handful of maidservants.”

”So, this must be courtesy before hostility?”

”That’s likely the case.”

Lower Order Cultivators gathered in one place, while High-Order Cultivators naturally found their own spots.

Or perhaps this was Huangfu Song choosing his moment wisely.

Recently, a few socially active Golden Core Cultivators among the Rogue Cultivators had been organizing private gatherings to exchange ideas. Upon hearing the commotion, they had conveniently come together to spectate.

At this moment, several Golden Core Cultivators stood on a peak, gazing out at the clear waters of Penghu.

”That Huangfu Song is rumored to be of the Great Zhou royal bloodline. Back then, when the Yuan Mo Sect issued a minor but impactful punishment, destroying the Great Zhou Dynasty, they didn’t completely eradicate its remnants. Now, those remnants are taking root.”

”Seeing this, he must intend to seize the Penghu Spiritual Land and rise again!”

”Friend, you have keen insight!”

”Hahaha, insight? This information has been circulating for years. I thought Huangfu Song would target the Hundred Ghosts Cave in the Hidden Dragon Mountain Range, but who would’ve thought he’d set his eyes on the Eight Hundred Li Penghu?”

”You’re missing the context. One of the three Lords of the Demon Hunter Bureau, Guiling Tongzi, having given up hope of advancing to the Nascent Soul Realm, plans to establish a clan, pass on his bloodline, and prepare for future generations. The Hundred Ghosts Cave has long been earmarked for this and quietly developed over the years.”

The Demon Hunter Bureau has seen three Eight-Star Demon Hunters over the years, all at the Ninth Layer of Golden Core Realm.

They are the Fishing Elder, Zi Hou, and Guiling Tongzi.

These three, upon attaining the Eight-Star rank, took control of the Demon Hunter Bureau, rarely undertaking missions themselves.

The honorific ”Lord” refers to these three figures.

Upon learning that Guiling Tongzi had secured the Hundred Ghosts Cave, one Golden Core Cultivator suddenly understood.

The Hidden Dragon Mountain Range is scattered with Spirit Veins, including countless small Spirit Lands and an abundance of High-Grade ones.

Yet large Spirit Lands like the Hundred Ghosts Cave or Penghu are relatively rare.

For years, people had grasped the pattern: such Spirit Lands were reserved by the Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering for Rogue Cultivators aspiring to establish their own powers.

Clearly, Huangfu Song had set his sights on Qingyang Zi, the ”solitary recluse.”

”Do you think if this escalates, the Demon Hunter Bureau will intervene?”

”Hahaha, who knows? Maybe those three Lords have already been watching from the shadows.”

Amid the chatter, someone suddenly turned their gaze toward a pale-faced man standing in the corner, his complexion unnaturally white.

”Friend Duan Li, wasn’t it said you joined the Immortal Assembly with Qingyang Zi?”

Duan Li’s expression grew unnatural as he gave a slight nod.

He had joined this Rogue Cultivator gathering seeking a method to heal his injuries, only to find the event interrupted as everyone rushed out to watch the commotion.

To his surprise, one of the main parties involved turned out to be Qingyang Zi, whom he knew.

But on second thought, it was entirely expected.

Eight Hundred Li Penghu — how many coveted this land?

When he first heard Luo Chen had chosen this location, Duan Li had already suspected something like today might happen and even advised Luo Chen against it at the time.

The other party, stubborn and unyielding, had brought this upon themselves.

Sighing, he said, ”I did indeed join the Immortal Assembly with Qingyang Zi, and we’ve had some private contact over the years.”

Someone nearby chuckled, ”If he can’t hold his ground later, will you help him?”

Duan Li froze, opened his mouth, but couldn’t utter a single word for a long moment.

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Lotus Picking Island.

Among the Eight Hundred Li Penghu, this medium-sized island with a Second Order Spirit Vein was closer to the lakeshore than the lake center.

Thus, it was among the first to notice the arrival of the Cloud Boat.

Holding his daughter Qingqing, Zhang Jiadi gazed at the scene with a heavy heart.

Behind him were several Rogue Cultivators who had joined the Zhang Family over the years.

Building an Immortal Cultivation Clan was no overnight achievement.

Among these people were some of his wife Wen Xiu’s family members from earlier years, but most were penniless, homeless Rogue Cultivators.

They had willingly joined the Zhang Family for shelter under its protection and access to its Spirit Land for cultivation.

Perhaps a hundred years later, when the Zhang Family flourished with descendants, these outsiders would gradually become marginalized. But for now, they were still considered the family’s main strength.

At this moment, murmurs of worry and despair filled the air behind him.