Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 804 - 573: Return to Nanyang, Invitation from the Dragon Palace_4

Chapter 804: Chapter 573: Return to Nanyang, Invitation from the Dragon Palace_4

The plea for assistance from the vassal forces floated into the Seven Sects like snowflakes.

Under the arrangements of the Daozi, the Southern Hong Seven Sons sent countless cultivators to aid, but from beginning to end, no mention was made of how to quell this dispute or whether to continue challenging the Southern Dragon Palace indefinitely.

"Wait?"

Liu Shiqian looked at Bai Wu; since Wu Jun had brought him back to Southern Hong, aside from Elder Chi Yang, he hadn’t informed anyone that he had entered the Unity Realm Stage.

With his current strength, dealing with these minor issues naturally came with ease.

However, many disciples and elders had to continuously risk dangers in their travels, which was never a good thing.

"Once Elder Qi returns, all will be settled."

Bai Wu sighed. It was definitely frustrating, but even they, the spirited Daozi, indeed found no reason to start a conflict.

Even if they defeated the Southern Dragon Palace, it would only arouse the wariness of the other Hongs, followed by wave after wave of suppression.

Perhaps one or two Sect Masters wanted to fight, but most hoped to return to the former state of affairs.

"Let’s hope so."

Liu Shiqian, recalling what he had seen and heard in Western Hong, always felt that things might not evolve as most Sect Masters imagined—the Hongze was getting more chaotic, and how were the Southern Hong Seven Sons supposed to extricate themselves.

Maybe it was better to strike first...

The moment this thought surfaced in his mind, Liu Shiqian instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

How had he come to harbor such thoughts after spending some time in the Ten Thousand Demon Hall?

Yet, who wouldn’t want to exhibit the same kind of imposing attitude as the senior in the dark gold robe, when facing the Dragon Palace?

It’s just that his strength was not sufficient.

While the two were conversing, they suddenly noticed something amiss and furrowed their brows as they looked toward the outside of the sect.

The next moment, demon energy tainted with the smell of fish swept over from outside the Seven Sects.

"By the Imperial Edict of the Crown Prince of the Southern Dragon Palace, I have come to question you!"

The terrifying voice roared across the sky like a ferocious beast.

Outside the Southern Hong Seven Sects, dark clouds loomed heavily, in which gigantic water demons of various fierce appearances and huge sizes floated; among them were a Yellow Dragon coiled with spikes all over its body and a Red Dragon lashing its tail.

Under this daunting display,

the two dragons transformed into human form, held the imperial edict in their hands, and appeared within the line of sight of many cultivators.

They were indeed the Dragon Descendants of the Southern Dragon Palace, and all were old acquaintances.

The red one was the Dragon Descendant who had been in charge of the waters near the Seven Sons, ranking fourth.

The elder one was the Fifth Prince of the Ke Family, who had lost almost all his subordinated Demon Generals.

The last time they had put on such a display was when they besieged the vassals of the Nanyang Sect, and eventually, with the help of a few Daozi, they left in a disgraced state, suffering heavy losses.

Now they had returned with even greater arrogance.

And their confidence clearly came from the Imperial Edict in their hands.

The Ke Family Crown Prince rarely issued Imperial Edicts; the most recent two were both concerning the Nanyang Sect.

"The Crown Prince asks."

The two Dragon Descendants looked down at the Immortal Sect below, taking in all the cultivators with murderous looks on their faces, yet they remained calm and even more indifferent.

The next moment, a sharp, mocking question echoed in the air.

"The feast is ready. Does Nanyang dare to attend?"

The words quickly spread far, reaching the ears of all cultivators, who then emerged from their dwellings, drew their magic treasures, and soared up into the clouds.

For a moment, all seven sons of Southern Hong were agitated.

This wasn’t the demeanor of someone inviting guests to a banquet, it was clearly filled with provocative intent.

Under the continued pressure, the cultivators of the Immortal Sect had already been seething with anger. Now that someone had come knocking on their door, they could hardly contain themselves.

However, without the sect master’s command, they could only glare at the sky.

Under a large tree, a few figures slowly stood up. Ye Jiu couldn’t help but lift the corners of his lips, his smile full of chilling intent.

"Is it possible that they know what happened in Western Hong... and want to take advantage of the Qi Family not having withdrawn their troops yet, to drag us into this chaos?"

Seeing this, the Ling Yun Sect Master hesitated for a moment but couldn’t resist advising.

Ye Jiu cast a sidelong glance and did not speak, but it made the Ling Yun Sect Master feel a chill run through him.

"Enough, brothers for so many years, now engaging in internal strife, isn’t it shameful?"

Ling Yue Sect Master walked to the middle, breaking the eye contact between the two: "I’ll handle it."

Even disciples who had shared life and death for a hundred thousand years could develop differing opinions under such prolonged strain.

No one truly feared the Southern Dragon Palace, but some were reluctant to take more risks.

Before he had finished speaking, a few sect masters were simultaneously stunned, and Ji Jingxi, who hadn’t spoken from the start, slowly raised her head.

Many cultivators of the Southern Hong’s seven sons all turned their gaze toward the same direction.

They saw that the formation of Nanyang Treasure Land suddenly flickered.

A figure then stepped out.

The person looked somewhat youthful and immature, with very low cultivation, merely a Disciple of the Divinity Transformation Realm.

In such a situation, he seemed so insignificant.

Yet facing the fierce Aquatic Race Great Demons,

this young cultivator appeared so nonchalant.

He walked leisurely to the edge of the White Jade Platform, stood with his hands behind his back, and gazed at the two wild-faced dragon descendants.

In full view of everyone, Li Qingfeng nodded gently, "My sect master is aware, go ahead and wait."

The calm tone lacked the ferocity of the aquatic demons, yet it made all cultivators and demons freeze in place, somewhat uncertain.

"Heh!"

Ke Family Fifth Prince suddenly laughed, "What do you mean by ’wait’? You little lad, might as well speak more clearly for your sect master who dares not show his face."

The other cultivators also came to their senses... They all knew what the banquet was for, the death of the Ke Family’s dragon descendant needed to be addressed.

Sect Master Shen sending a disciple to respond, could it be that he was worried about being seen showing some sign of guilt?

"Ah."

Li Qingfeng had originally turned to walk towards the formation.

Hearing this remark, he sighed slightly.

He looked back toward the sky and slowly said, "The meaning of ’waiting’ is to prepare the banquet and wait. When my sect master finds the time, he will naturally come to the banquet."

"What a joke!"

The four dragon descendants sneered, "And if he never finds the time?"

Upon hearing this, Li Qingfeng adjusted his robe, his youthful brows finally showing a hint of scorn.

He said faintly, "Then you’ll just have to keep waiting."