Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 718 - 541: Hall Master Battles Union Dao!

Chapter 718: Chapter 541: Hall Master Battles Union Dao!

Western Hong, Wanxiang Pavilion.

The spacious reception desk was made of simple, clean stone bricks, appearing quite modest. However, the many statues standing around it subtly conveyed an ancient aura, imparting a sense of time-worn vicissitudes.

But any cultivator who understood this sect knew their true nature.

The newer a sect rose, the more it tried to cloak itself in an aura of antiquity.

The sense of vicissitude exuded by Wanxiang Pavilion was overdone and fell short of the mark.

Yet their position wasn’t entirely legitimate.

They had taken advantage of cunning tactics, seizing the opportunity during the conflict between the crane and the clam. With swift access to information, they managed to snatch up this prized He Dao Bao Di land without any military efforts.

From a third-rate power, they had leapt into the ranks of a true Immortal Sect.

It was this very incident that had allowed the cultivators of Wanxiang Pavilion to taste the sweetness of success.

Those in low positions, wishing to climb up in the chaotic regions of Western Hong, needed to be daring, ready to seize opportunities and take bold risks!

What was the point in lingering at the bottom of the Immortal Sects?

If one piece of the main sect’s land could be seized, then a second piece of sub-sect land could be seized as well.

Infinite Dao Emperor Sect intervened in Western Hong; the Seven Sons of South Hong also wanted a share of the spoils and even disguised their identities, initiating the conflict by slaying Pan Boyang.

Wanxiang Pavilion had foreseen the looming storm.

This was an excellent situation, not to be missed!

Attaching to Western Dragon Palace was merely the first step of the plan. As long as they could master enough information, there was much more they could do.

At this moment.

It was inside the main hall of Wanxiang Pavilion’s Inner Sect.

Nearly all the strong cultivators of the sect were gathered, neatly divided on two sides, their expressions solemn yet carrying traces of excitement they struggled to conceal.

The atmosphere inside the main hall was quiet, with only the faint sound of breathing.

Considering the time, their Daozi should have already made contact with Qi Seven by now. It was uncertain whether he could negotiate a good deal for Wanxiang Pavilion.

Tap, tap, tap.

Great Elder Lu Qing, eyes closed, reclined in the main seat, his fingertips gently tapping on the armrest. Occasionally, he glanced at the Jade Slip beside his hand, feeling increasingly restless as he got no response.

After all, aside from being a Daozi, Lu Mingchuan was also his own grandson.

Normally, a proper Immortal Sect would never see a Great Elder and a Daozi from the same family.

While an Elder should assist a Daozi, they should also act as a check, helping the sect to make more accurate judgments.

This alone showed that Wanxiang Pavilion still retained the style of a third-rate power.

After all... even their Union Dao Realm Sect Master bore the surname Lu.

"Uncle Four, any news yet?" Someone finally grew impatient. Could the Daozi really be so capable that, with just a second-city cultivation level, he could enjoy a good conversation with Qi Seven, to the point of not having any time to respond to the sect’s message?

Or was there some mishap, abandoned by Qi Seven, now unwilling to respond?

No one considered the possibility of the Daozi encountering an accident. After all, the power of Dragon Palace was well known, and the Daozi himself was also wary of Qi Seven. If they backtracked, at least a message would still get through.

"What’s the rush? Also, what time is it, and who allowed you to call me Uncle Four?"

Lu Qing frowned and shot a look, ready to scold further, but his expression subtly changed.

Aside from him, others in the room also stood up and looked toward the outside of the hall, their eyes revealing a mix of astonishment and trepidation.

Outside Wanxiang Pavilion’s sacred land, above the reception area, a band of golden light fell from the sky, resembling a bridge spanning the heavens.

This was indicative of the Guiding Golden Scroll.

Normally, Western Hong cultivators visiting another sect seldom used this, as it was too formal and made one seem directionally challenged.

The minds of those gathered involuntarily recalled those barbarians from South Hong.

"What’s happening?"

The Daozi had yet to respond, and these South Hong barbarians have come to visit the sect first?

The expressions of many turned noticeably tense.

Lu Qing didn’t speak for a long time, just quietly sensing the golden light on the Rainbow Bridge until he noticed that only one figure was standing on it, dressed in a dark robe, his youthful, handsome face not belonging to any of the six behemoths of the Union Dao Realm.

He exhaled softly, his eyes showing a glint of ferocity: "What are you all anxious about? He’s just a stray fish that escaped the net. Now that he’s come to us on his own accord, this is good news, a cause for celebration indeed!"

It was probably one of the Daozi from South Hong, perhaps without proper coordination with the others, and their target for seeking aid had collided.

If that was the case, they might as well keep him first and not let him disrupt the grand plans of Wanxiang Pavilion!

With this thought, Lu Qing put on a warm smile and stepped forward, his form disappearing from the hall.

As he rode upon a fortuitous cloud, he burst into a hearty laugh, calling out loudly: "Wanxiang Pavilion has failed in greeting from afar; may our esteemed guest not take offense! Please, come inside!"

"..."

Outside Wanxiang Pavilion, Shen Yi quietly surveyed everything in front of him.

Watching the Formation swiftly deploy underneath his feet.

His eyes flicked with slight incomprehension. After all, for a Sect Master who even locked up his own Formation when stepping out, inviting someone inside without inquiring about their identity was quite unsafe.

But this suited his intentions perfectly.

Shen Yi didn’t hesitate at all; he politely nodded and then stepped into the Formation.

This action, seen by many cultivators of Wanxiang Pavilion, made them collectively breathe a sigh of relief. Indeed, as the Great Elder had thought, if this young man truly knew their plans, why would he dare to enter the sacred land?

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