I Shall Be Everlasting In the World of Immortals

Chapter 455: Heavenly One Tournament, Great Yu’s Campaign

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Heavenly River Province, Tongtian River Domain.

In a pitted, battered, and scarred nameless valley, the surging storm and tsunami gradually subsided.

A deep-blue, ink-colored ancient sea banner floated mid-air, forming a vast domain of water stretching for miles.

Whoosh!

Above the waves, a Qilin beast with ink-black scales, a dragon’s head, a moose-like body, and horse hooves strode across the water majestically. Its twin pupils gleamed like dark jade, exuding the bloodline pressure of a true Qilin divine beast.

On the waterʼs surface below, Jing Wufengʼs face was pale. His green silk robe had long since been torn apart, the refined ancient armor beneath it in tatters. Over a dozen visible wounds marred his body.

His life-bound magical treasure, the Voidless Blade, was half-concealed in the void behind him, vibrating slightly. Its silver blade bore several deep notches, emitting thin wisps of green smoke.

The pseudo-spiritual treasure Sky-Cleaving Axe floated nearby, dim and unresponsive.

In the battlefield’s center, shattered puppets and fragments of magical treasures lay strewn.
”Jing Wufeng, you really hid your strength well!”

”Silently raising a fourth-rank Inkwater Qilin, all while showing weakness in every bout... Truly cunning...”

A hundred zhang away, on the sea’s surface, lay a stunning girl, appearing no older than fifteen or sixteen. Her face was bloodless, teeth clenched tightly, filled with regret and unwillingness.

Her silver dress had been shredded inch by inch. One jade-like arm and a crystalline lotus foot had been severed.

Yet at the wounds, strands of pinkish-white flesh connected the severed limbs, maintaining a grotesque semblance of “linked but broken.”

Above her head floated a green lotus lamp, its casing shattered, and the mystical flame within it dimmed, on the verge of extinguishing.

“Junior Sister Sacred Lotus, thank you for the match.”

Jing Wufeng, enduring pain and weakness, forced himself to stand, maintaining the air of a victor.

But in truth, he felt it was pure luck.

In the first trial round, due to the unexpected event of a demon sovereign’s divine intent crossing realms during the Demon-Sealing Battle, he had received extra rewards as compensation.

Disciples of Heavenly One who passed each round of the trial would return to the sect during rest periods and could exchange their rewards for magical treasures, divine abilities, and rare spiritual materials.

Among them was the opportunity to cultivate in the sacred ground known as the Heavenly Spirit Pool.

That holy site preserved the terrain and spiritual environment of ancient times, offering a cultivation speed over ten times that of the average Nascent Soul faction.

What’s more, the time flow within the Heavenly Spirit Pool was different from that of the Heaven Honoured Continent itself.

Thus, after every trial round, Heavenly One disciples would receive a significant boost in realm, magical power, and divine arts.

Knowing that breaking through to late Nascent Soul was unlikely in the second round, Jing Wufeng didn’t invest all his resources into himself.

He had once envied Lan Changʼan for having a fourth-rank puppet and a fourth-rank spirit beast, and so took inspiration from that, changing his approach.

Jing Wufeng invested a portion of his precious resources into nurturing the Inkwater Qilin, even allowing it to enjoy the exceptional benefits of the Heavenly Spirit Pool.

This Inkwater Qilin came from an egg stolen from a void whale’s lair during an outing to the sea by the ”Twin Dragons of the Central Region.”

At that time, Lan Changʼan had voluntarily formed a karmic tie by using his lifespan to nourish the Qilin egg with the Evergreen secret spell.

The Inkwater Qilin that hatched had top-tier physique and potential among its kind. With unlimited access to water-element resources, it cultivated at lightning speed.

During the rest period back at Heavenly One Sect, Jing Wufeng used rare resources and a Saint Blood Pill to further awaken its bloodline, surpassing ordinary Heaven-grade limits.

At the time, the Qilin was only mid-third-rank and hadn’t attracted much attention.

He also got lucky with the location of the second trial.

The Tongtian River of Heavenly River Province was abundant in water-element beasts and spiritual materials, perfect for the Qilin’s growth.

During this time, Jing Wufeng relied on his spatial powers to uncover considerable opportunities in the region.

By stalling until the final phase of the second round, and timing his move when Sacred Lotus True Monarch entered seclusion to attempt a breakthrough to late Nascent Soul, the Inkwater Qilin quietly advanced to fourth rank.

As a fourth-rank formation master skilled in spatial arrays, Jing Wufeng deliberately concealed the Qilin’s mutation, keeping his opponent unaware.

Combined with the Ocean Sky Saint Banner he obtained after slaying Netherwater True Monarch’s body in Great Yuan, the Inkwater Qilin was like a tiger given wings.

That banner was no ordinary treasure, it was one of the legendary Twenty-Four Sea Flags once used by the Tinghai Pavilion to dominate the coastal regions.

A damaged banner had fallen into Netherwater True Monarch’s hands and had been painstakingly repaired over centuries, only to be seized by the Twin Dragons of the Central Region.

After the first trial round, Jing Wufeng had requested his uncle to refine and upgrade all his main magical treasures, including the Ocean Sky Saint Banner, significantly boosting their quality.

Before the Qilin’s breakthrough, Jing Wufeng had stood no chance against Sacred Lotus True Monarch and could only endure, biding his time.

He deliberately feigned weakness, allowing himself to be beaten and driven back again and again, causing his opponent to grow complacent.

During the second trial round, Jing Wufeng lost many times.

But he only needed to win once, the final battle.

...

”Senior Brother Jing, you won, but it was far from honorable.”

The young girl Sacred Lotusʼs face was full of unwillingness, clearly not convinced by her defeat.

At this moment, she had lost all ability to fight back. If Jing Wufeng hadn’t held back, her physical form would have been sliced in half.

Jing Wufeng possessed spatial abilities, if he had lost, he could still escape.

But for her, a crushing defeat would mean her physical body couldn’t escape being destroyed. Even if her Nascent Soul managed to flee, it would still count as a loss.

Jing Wufeng had laid a fourth-rank grand formation at the battlefield. The Ocean Sky Saint Banner formed a vast watery domain that was difficult to escape, and with the sudden ambush of the Inkwater Qilin which was capable of briefly bursting forth with mid-Nascent Soul strength, the tide of battle had turned.

Originally, the girl Sacred Lotus had a huge advantage in this fight and had two possible paths to victory:

First, to genuinely overpower Jing Wufeng.

Second, to rely on her superior talent and cultivation speed, and calmly advance to the late Nascent Soul stage to secure the win.

But Jing Wufeng was cunning. Every time she tried to settle down and cultivate, he would launch a disruptive attack.

Although she was more powerful, how could she tolerate such provocations? The two fought repeatedly. Each time, Jing Wufeng would hit and run, using spatial footwork to escape unscathed.

This endless cycle slowly wore down her mental state.

”You’ve become attached to appearances, Junior Sister! The sect only cares that I won. Who cares how I did it?”

Jing Wufeng spoke nonchalantly.

He faintly sensed that the two Dao Protectors were watching the battle from above the clouds, ensuring no external interference.

”To win like this, without transcendent strength... how could Senior Brother Jing possibly win the third round against Senior Brother Ji, the one with Human Emperor bloodline and our master’s utmost favor?”

Sacred Lotus didn’t believe Jing Wufeng would ultimately prevail.

He had exploited timing, terrain, and strategy to barely eke out a win against her.

Jing Wufeng didn’t mind. He laughed heartily:

”Junior Sister Sacred Lotus, you’re a formidable contender yourself, with mysterious inheritance and countless treasures. If you’d lend me your full support, who’s to say I couldn’t win the third round?”

”Hmph! Keep dreaming!”

”In the first trial, what on earth did you experience that turned you into such a shameless, sly, and patient person?”

Sacred Lotus sneered and shot back.

”Each time we pass a Heavenly One trial, disciples return to the sect with great gains. But those who lose become servants to the future Divine Sovereign, worlds apart.”

Jing Wufeng calmly laid out the stakes.

”Junior Sister Sacred Lotus, you’ve already lost your qualification for the next round. You’re destined to become a servant. Now tell me, would you rather get along with me, or hope that Senior Brother Ji becomes the next Heavenly One Divine Sovereign?”

Upon hearing this, Sacred Lotus fell briefly silent.

Senior Brother Ji had the ancient Human Emperor bloodline, possessed righteous fortune, was innately superior, proud and domineering. He looked down on most of the other Heavenly One disciples, only she had earned a bit of his respect.

By contrast, Jing Wufeng’s personality was far easier to get along with.

”The winner of the second round, Jing Wufeng!”

At that moment, the two Dao Protectors descended from the sky and gave their judgment.

Splash!

Jing Wufeng could hold on no longer. With his severe injuries and overwhelming exhaustion, he collapsed onto the water’s surface.

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Central Region, Great Yuan.

Yunxia Sect, Yunlan Peak Cave Residence.

Lan Changʼan had sent Puppet Master Wei to quietly buy and sell, slowly gathering materials for a fourth-rank puppet formation.

He had now been back at Yunxia Sect for two months.

All major forces in the Great Yu Kingdom were already aware of “Xiang Dalong’s” return.

However, the other of the Twin Dragons of the Central Region had made no appearance, stirring speculation and rumors.

During this time, Lan Changʼan had refused most visitors.

Even the Grand Elder of the Xiao Clan, one of the four great noble families of Great Yu, had come to visit.

As a Nascent Soul cultivator and a senior of Xiao Qingshan, the Xiao Ancestor had past dealings with Lan Changʼan. Out of courtesy, Lan Changʼan met him personally and chatted for half an hour.

Aside from discussing Xiao Qingshan, the real reason for the visit was to act as a mediator, easing tensions between Lan Changʼan and the Great Yu imperial family.

Years ago, Lan Changʼan had lured and killed the Scarlet Abyss Serpent King of Great Snake Mountain and refused to hand over its skin or essence pill.

Great Snake Mountain brought the case to the Great Yu imperial court.

To maintain balance among the kingdom’s internal cultivation powers, the imperial family naturally supported Great Snake Mountain.

The current Emperor personally intervened, wielding the killing weapon Azure Dragon Sword. Along with True Monarch Iron Calculation and Tianyuan Sword Monarch, he tried to intercept Lan Changʼan as he left with Jing Wufeng.

Back then, Jing Wufeng pointed out the origins and weaknesses of the imperial family, infuriating the Emperor and silencing True Monarch Iron Calculation.

In the end, Lan Changʼan relied on a puppet army and the fourth-rank demon king to barely block the Azure Dragon Sword’s strike.

That confrontation was only a probing move, not an all-out fight.

Lan Changʼan took the Emperor’s offer to step back and later traveled to the Demon Sealing Lands with Jing Wufeng, experiencing the Battle against the Seven True Monarchs.

After that, his relationship with the imperial family cooled considerably.

Although they later tried to repair ties, the tension lingered.

“The Xiao Clan is allied with the imperial family through marriage. The Xiao Ancestor’s visit was likely prompted by the imperial court.”

After sending off the Xiao Ancestor, Lan Changʼan mused to himself.

“It seems Great Yu Kingdom really does intend to launch a campaign, to reclaim the Great Luo Kingdom in the north.”

Before striking outward, they must stabilize within.

As a True Monarch of the Great Yu kingdom, comparable to a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, Lan Changʼan was naturally someone the imperial family sought to pacify and win over.

...

As expected.

Ten days later, an envoy from the Great Yu Imperial Court visited the Yunxia Sect, requesting an audience with Xiang Dalong.

Inside the Yunxia Sect’s main hall, Lan Changʼan arrived late, only to see the True Monarch Red Sleeve chatting amiably with Jiang Ziyan.

This female Nascent Soul cultivator from the imperial family wore a classical crimson gown. Her face was like carved jade, elegant and noble, exuding refined grace with every gesture.

“I’ve waited a hundred years, and at last, I see True Monarch Xiang again,” she said with a smile, rising and giving a ceremonial bow, her tone playfully affectionate.

Lan Changʼan was speechless, he’d only left her waiting for half an hour.

He wasn’t familiar with her. During his years cultivating in Great Yu, they had met and spoken formally no more than twice.

Purple Mist Fairy’s brows furrowed slightly in displeasure.

True Monarch Red Sleeve was known for her social finesse. With her status as a noblewoman of the imperial family and a Nascent Soul cultivator, she wielded considerable influence around Great Yu. But typically, she carried herself with restraint.

“True Monarch Red Sleeve flatters me. What brings the royal envoy to Yunxia Sect today?” Lan Changʼan said flatly.

“Can’t I have personal business with True Monarch Xiang?” Red Sleeve’s beautiful eyes sparkled as she met his gaze with a look both innocent and alluring.

“Sigh. You Twin Dragons of the Central Region are all so indifferent to affection. You appear from nowhere, then vanish for years without a trace.”

“Now that True Monarch Xiang has returned, I wonder when True Monarch Jing will show up. I’m quite looking forward to the two of you stirring up the Central Region again…”

She wasn’t getting to the point, choosing instead to probe indirectly.

“Brother Jing is traveling outside. I don’t know when he’ll return,” Lan Changʼan replied calmly, giving nothing away.

After much small talk about uniting Great Yu, Red Sleeve finally revealed her true purpose.

“I come bearing the Emperor’s decree, inviting True Monarch Xiang to the imperial court as a guest, for an earnest discussion about great affairs.”

She handed him a jade scroll.

Lan Changʼan unrolled the scroll and gave it a cursory glance.

It was handwritten by the Emperor himself, inviting him to confer with the imperial family on important matters. If he didn’t wish to go to the capital, he could choose any location within Great Yu.

The letter offered tempting rewards: rare fourth-rank materials from the imperial treasury, wood-element magic treasures, and even fourth-rank puppet-making inheritances.

If he cooperated with the court, his progress in building a fourth-rank puppet formation would greatly accelerate.

“Please inform the Emperor that I am devoted to cultivation and have no interest in the conquest of the cultivation kingdom,” Lan Changʼan replied bluntly.

There was indeed profit to be made in invading a cultivation kingdom. But for someone like him, regular Nascent Soul resources and inheritances held little allure.

His main goal was to improve his cultivation and find a complete version of the Evergreen Technique.

“So True Monarch Xiang is certain Great Yu intends to wage war against another cultivation nation?” Red Sleeve asked with a smile.

“In any case, I’m not the one in a hurry,” he replied coolly.

At that, Red Sleeve’s smile faltered slightly.

Xiang Dalong had only just returned to Great Yu, yet seemed to know a great deal about the imperial court’s situation.

To outsiders, the Great Yu imperial family appeared to be at its peak. On the surface, they had three mid-stage Nascent Soul experts and even the rumored clan-guarding sacred beast.

But in truth, the imperial clan’s most senior mid-stage cultivator was approaching the end of his lifespan, with less than a hundred years left.

And the clan’s sacred beast, though its life span had been extended through long slumber and sealing, was also nearing the end.

This so-called peak of power would be short-lived.

If they missed this window, it would be far harder to reclaim the northern Great Luo Kingdom in the future.

Thus, Lan Changʼan’s remark that “I’m not the one in a hurry” struck precisely at the imperial court’s sore spot.

Red Sleeve dropped her pretense and said solemnly:

“Then let’s speak frankly. What conditions would convince True Monarch Xiang to join the Great Yu campaign?”

Lan Changʼan’s heart stirred. It seemed the benefits mentioned in the jade scroll were only baseline offers, there was ample room to negotiate.

He pondered for a moment, then tested the waters:

“If the court is willing to offer one of the following legacy treasures, the Azure Dragon Sword, the Imperial Dragon Robe, or the Jade Dragon Seal or something of equivalent value, then I would consider assisting in the campaign against Great Luo Kingdom.”

At these words, both female cultivators in the hall froze.

True Monarch Red Sleeve’s face turned stormy, and she left in a huff.

Purple Mist Fairy was stunned, then gave a wry smile. She hadn’t expected Dalong to ask for so much so brazenly.

She then asked, half-worried, “Aren’t you afraid of angering the imperial family?”

Across the Central Region, the Great Yu imperial family was a supreme hegemonic force. No cultivator would dare covet the legacy artifacts forged in the likeness of the imperial dragon treasures.

“If this were back then, I wouldn’t have dared. But now that Great Yu is set on reclaiming Great Luo, they won’t turn hostile so easily,” Lan Changʼan replied confidently.

That bold demand just now was also a form of probing.

He wanted to test Great Yu’s determination and their bottom line.

If the court was willing to offer something of sufficiently high value, Lan Changʼan wasn’t entirely opposed to cooperation.

...

Since rejecting the Emperor’s invitation, the imperial court had not sent any more envoys.

Lan Changʼan, uninterested in the affairs around Great Yu, focused on cultivation and quietly gathered materials for the puppet formation.

With his abundant wealth, crafting four fourth-rank puppets posed no problem, it was only a matter of time and material accumulation.

In the blink of an eye, seven years passed.

That year, Great Yu launched a major offensive against the Great Luo Kingdom, penetrating thousands of li deep.

Despite some preparations, Great Luo was still caught off guard, losing several major frontier cities and strongholds.

The Emperor himself wielded the Azure Dragon Sword, killing a Nascent Soul early-stage cultivator and injuring a mid-stage powerhouse from Great Luo.

Reportedly, he fought two enemies at once.

His power shocked the Central Region, and even rival hegemonic forces took notice.

“The Emperor truly is the most formidable mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator in the imperial clan,” Lan Changʼan remarked, impressed but not surprised.

Back when the Emperor exchanged a single probing strike with him, neither had used their full strength.

In Lan Changʼan’s view, the Emperor was an overpowered anomaly even among mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

In terms of magical prowess, he was on par with the demonic leaders of Great Qing. There was little difference.

But the Emperor had the superior equipment, gear so opulent that no other Nascent Soul cultivator could compare.

The Great Yu imperial clan’s legacy artifacts weren’t ordinary magical treasures; they were dragon artifacts imbued with national destiny.

The Azure Dragon Sword, for instance, was enhanced by the nation’s spiritual power, increasing its strength and reducing its consumption.

When the nation was strong, the dragon artifact grew stronger.

Its power decreased with distance from the homeland, but the Great Luo Kingdom had once been Great Yu’s territory, and was geographically close, so the reduction was minimal.

Great Yu’s advantage wasn’t just at the top tier.

The imperial court had also deployed a trove of ancient war machines, originally from the Immortal Jin Dynasty.

Medium and large spirit ships armed with Dragon dragon-roaming cannons moved like mobile fortresses.

Then there were standardized magical weapons of war, such as the Tiger-Squat Cannons.

Large numbers of mid- and low-tier cultivators were equipped with these cannons, enabling them to defeat enemy forces twice their size.

...

After the Great Yu Kingdom invaded the Great Luo Kingdom, the neighboring power to the west, Yaqi Mountain, was enraged and denounced the Great Yu for bullying the weak and launching an unprovoked war.

Yaqi Mountain was the hegemonic force of the demonic sects in the Central Region. It encompassed eight massive mountain ranges, each containing a fourth-rank spiritual vein, and was formed by an alliance of several Nascent Soul sects.

Although not at its historical peak, Yaqi Mountain still housed four mid-stage Nascent Soul heavyweights.

Led by South Emperor Mountain, Yaqi Mountain dispatched ten Nascent Soul cultivators, two of them at mid-stage.

One group was sent to support the Great Luo Kingdom.

Another pressed toward the borders of Great Yu, applying pressure on the imperial court.

“If Yaqi Mountain truly wanted to go all-out against Great Yu, they wouldn’t split forces. They’d concentrate their power and strike directly at the western territories.”

When Lan Changʼan heard the news, he understood immediately.

Yaqi Mountainʼs sphere of influence was vast; its neighbors included not only Great Yu but also other hostile factions. There was no way it could commit all its forces.

Just like Great Yuʼs imperial clan, its oldest patriarch remained stationed in the capital, unmoving.

Yaqi Mountain was made up of various demonic sects, each with its own agenda. True unity was difficult to achieve.

Three years later.

After the Great Yu army marched ten thousand li deep into the Great Luo Kingdom, the war reached a stalemate.

With support from Yaqi Mountain, the Great Luo Kingdom would dispatch two mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators to block Emperor Yu’s advances every time.

If Great Yuʼs army penetrated deeper, it would face attacks from both front and rear.

At the same time, Yu Yuanjin, the mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator Tianyuan Sword Monarch, rallied Nascent Soul cultivators from major clans, sects, and merchant guilds within the empire to guard against threats from the west.

By war protocol, since Yunxia Sect had two Nascent Soul cultivators and a fourth-rank demon beast, they were required to send at least one True Monarch to the battlefield, no excuses allowed.

Cultivators below Nascent Soul level were conscripted according to a fixed ratio.

As a Nascent Soul sect protected by the Great Yu Kingdom, Yunxia Sect was duty-bound to participate by both regulation and righteousness.

Moreover, the imperial court didn’t demand free labor. Based on combat merits, contributors could exchange achievements for precious treasures and strategic resources.

Even just stalling one enemy Nascent Soul cultivator could earn them fourth-rank materials, including core ingredients for the Nascent Soul pill and other spiritual objects.

In other words, Nascent Soul cultivators only had to show up on the battlefield and go through the motions to earn generous “appearance fees.”

If they managed to severely wound or kill an enemy Nascent Soul, the reward would multiply, qualifying them for breakthrough pills to reach mid-stage and high-grade fourth-rank spiritual materials.

...

Above Yunxia Sect, Lan Changʼan was bidding farewell to Purple Mist Fairy.

“Dalong, are you really letting Ziyan go to the frontlines and fight to the death with those ruthless old monsters from Yaqi Mountain?”

Purple Mist Fairy buried her exquisite face into his chest. Her lavender eyes, like dreamy crystals, brimmed with mist. Her sorrowful expression seemed like a final farewell.

“Go without worry. Don’t let others inflate their own momentum while underestimating your strength.”

Lan Changʼan gently patted her fragrant shoulder, offering encouragement.

He inwardly mocked, this woman’s cultivation was higher than his, she also had a perfectly matched top-grade magical treasure, the Wind Cloud Fan, and even a quasi-fourth-rank puppet. Crying to him like a fragile little girl?

Her strength matched that of the Blood Bat King, capable of crushing the likes of Wang Feng and Yin Yuanhai from the Eastern Region of Great Qing.

“Dalong… am I really leaving now?”

Purple Mist Fairy’s eyes were filled with grievance and reluctance.

Her ideal plan was for Lord Earthrock to guard the sect, and for Dalong to accompany her to the battlefield, slaying an enemy Nascent Soul and exchanging it for a breakthrough pill to reach the mid-stage.

But Lan Changʼan refused to go with Jiang Ziyan to the front for two reasons:

One, his cultivation took priority, and every second counted.

Two, Jiang Ziyan lacked real combat experience among peers and was missing a killing edge.

This war might temper her, allowing her to reach peak-stage Nascent Soul to be ready for the breakthrough.

“If you’re not going… can Lord Earthrock accompany me instead?”

Jiang Ziyan stepped back a little from her first choice, her eyes full of hope.

“Fine.”

Lan Changʼan communicated with Lord Earthrock and agreed.

“However, Lord Earthrock will only act if you face a mid-stage Nascent Soul threat or multiple Nascent Soul enemies.”

He imposed limits on the assistance.

He agreed mainly out of concern for her safety. If she fell into some trap, it might disrupt his long-term cultivation plans in Great Yuan.

Besides, Lord Earthrock was interested in scavenging the battlefield and splitting the spoils with its master fifty-fifty.

“Dalong! I knew you’d look out for Ziyan.”

Purple Mist Fairy’s face lit up, overflowing with charm, and she offered him a kiss.

“Go on.”

Lan Changʼan waved his hand, his smile a little strained.

Before leaving, Jiang Ziyan had clung to him for several days. Even the finest dish gets tiring if eaten too often.

“Dalong, keep the sect safe. Watch out for Black Sea Sect and True Monarch Netherwater.”

With a final word, Jiang Ziyan took Lord Earthrock’s spirit pet pouch and departed.

...

Purple Mist Fairy led her force to the frontlines.

A few days later.

On Yunlan Peak, Lan Changʼan suddenly received a secret letter.

The disciple who delivered it died on the spot, their soul extinguished, clearly controlled by a distant demonic art.

The letter came jointly from South Emperor Mountain, the leader of the Yaqi Mountain and the imperial family of Great Luo.

They promised that if “Xiang Dalong” remained neutral and did not assist Great Yu’s war effort, he would be handsomely rewarded afterward.

If True Monarch Xiang agreed to defect, the rewards would be even greater:

South Emperor Mountain would not pursue the old matter of Dominating Martial True Monarch’s death during the “Battle of the Seven True Monarchs.”

They would offer a sect territory with a fourth-rank spiritual vein within Yaqi Mountain to help him establish his own sect.

The Great Luo imperial court, though less extravagant, would offer rare treasures and resources.

Additionally, they promised to gift him Princess Luo Qianshui, famed as the number one beauty of Great Luo, as a concubine to warm his bed.

“Xiang Dalong… what a lucky bastard.”

Lan Changʼan read the letter with an amused smile.

It wasn’t that Xiang Dalong was lucky…

It was that his existence had the power to alter the balance of the cultivation world.

“Yaqi Mountain! Great Luo! What do you take this True Monarch for? Someone you can buy with bribes?”

Lan Changʼan snorted coldly. In his heart, he saw himself as a cultivator with a moral baseline.

As a Nascent Soul True Monarch of Great Yu, he would never stoop to betrayal, such disgrace would taint his reputation.

“Someone come.”

He called out, summoning Sect Master Xuefeng of Yunxia Sect.

“Deliver this secret letter to the imperial court at once!”