"The great contributions you’ve made to the Six Immortal Sects in Shang Dong this ti won’t go unrewarded by the sect."
"You’ll surely be granted so treasures that can protect you from a Golden Core Zhenren’s assault."
Upon hearing this, Ji Yuan thought about the wine cup inside his storage bag and felt significantly relieved.
Once the sect grants him another life-saving item or two, even if he encounters a Golden Core ambush, he could still escape safely.
"But what if, Brother Li, I’m not afraid, just considering, what if a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator cos to kill , what should I do then?"
Ji Yuan asked very seriously.
Li Changhe also answered seriously.
He set down the teacup he had just picked up, "Then you might as well wait for death."
Ji Yuan looked at him, saying nothing.
Li Changhe replied even more earnestly, "I’m not joking with you, if a Nascent Soul True Monarch wants to kill you, unless you have a Nascent Soul True Monarch by your side protecting you all the ti without a mont’s lapse, you have no chance of surviving. Otherwise, it’s a dead end."
"Alright."
Ji Yuan realized that he didn’t have a Nascent Soul True Monarch willing to protect him like that, so he had to give up.
But that was indeed his speculation; among Shang Dong’s six Immortal Sect Supre Elders, Sword Ruins might have two, perhaps a few hidden Loose Cultivators, but in total, there were no more than ten Nascent Soul True Monarchs.
With just these, it’s improbable they’d co to assassinate a re Foundation Establishnt Cultivator like himself.
After delivering the ssage, Li Changhe left, and Li Gang went out to inspect the spirit veins. He still had to guard over Li Family Island, an important task indeed, and he must ensure Li Family’s safety.
And the news he received cald Ji Yuan, who was originally considering going to Sky Pillar Peak to forge a sword embryo.
Hastening the sword embryo issue isn’t urgent at this ti.
For now, it’s better to first obtain the sect’s rewards.
With more protective asures in place, it would be safer to go out then.
Subsequently, Ji Yuan sent a ssage to Dong Qian but received no response, likely because she was stationed at Maple City.
Having no other tasks in the sect, Ji Yuan then returned to Mist Island to continue his cultivation.
...
anwhile.
At dicine King Valley, atop Welcoming Peak, inside the grand hall at the summit.
The white-haired old Daoist, Master Dan Yang, was eting with the delegation from the Water Dragon Sect, which had been dispatched by Master Xuan Shui, with the purpose of discussing the spirit vein matter this ti.
Discussion, what could co of it?
The highest-ranking mber in Water Dragon Sect’s delegation was only at the Peak of Foundation Establishnt.
Even if a Golden Core Zhenren were to co, would it matter?
It’s all superficial; in the end, it’s up to the Ancestral Hall Elder Council, or perhaps the Supre Elders to decide.
So Master Dan Yang sat calmly on the high platform, allowing those below to chatter, speculating on the severity of the matter and discussing possible solutions.
However, Master Dan Yang noticed that among the Water Dragon Sect’s delegation, there was soone who kept glancing at him from ti to ti.
What was that person’s na again?
After a mont of recollection, Master Dan Yang rembered that the person seed to be the new disciple of Master Xuan Shui, nad... Han Feiyu, known as the Island Master of Luo Hun.
Luo Hun?
The two characters triggered a thought in Master Dan Yang, causing a shift in his expression.
When he looked again, he saw Han Feiyu smiling at him.
Though sowhat incredulous, Master Dan Yang remained silent and instead transmitted a ssage, saying, "Stay behind after the assembly disperses."
That eting lasted a full hour.
After it ended, Han Feiyu left with the other senior brothers and sisters from the Water Dragon Sect, while Master Dan Yang stayed put. Monts later, Han Feiyu’s figure reappeared at the hall’s entrance.
Once he entered, Master Dan Yang activated the restrictions in the hall, enveloping the surroundings and blocking off any prying.
"I wonder what concern this young nephew had while watching so intently?"
The white-haired Master Dan Yang slightly nodded.
Those unfamiliar with him might see him as having a divine and ethereal deanor.
Those familiar would find him sanctimonious.
Han Feiyu advanced to the center of the hall, stood firm, then sneered, "Old West Gate ghost, it seems after all these years, you’ve still not changed your habit of being soone’s dog."
"Even in this second life, you’re still a Sect Leader, truly sick of living."
Strangely, the voice coming from Han Feiyu’s mouth didn’t sound like his own, but rather like a coarse, hoarse old man’s.
Hearing this, Master Dan Yang’s expression imdiately changed.
"Old Demon Qu, you have actually erged!"
"Why, if soone like you could co out, why can’t I?"
With a flash, Han Feiyu ascended the high platform and sat rudely atop the desk in front of Master Dan Yang, "I truly don’t know what to say to you. Having climbed to the top of Shang Dong’s Six Immortal Sects, and yet let such things happen—truly a disgrace to us Shang Court mbers."
Master Dan Yang snorted coldly, "It’s none of my business. Who knows what those resurrected geezers are up to, ddling with the spirit veins and having their flaws spotted so quickly."
"Them?"
Han Feiyu chuckled, "Why, do you not rember? They fail at everything except internal squabbling; had it not been for their infighting back then, who could have destroyed our Shang Court?"
"Even the Yin Ghost Sect didn’t have such capability."
Master Dan Yang gave Han Feiyu a once-over and mocked, "Why haven’t you taken over yet? What are you waiting for, to let it rot?"
"No, no, no."
Han Feiyu leaned back, placing his left foot on the desk, "This is my most beloved disciple; how could I bear to take over his body? If I’m to do that, I’d find soone else."
"Moreover, my disciple has promised to help find a perfect vessel."
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