NOVPUB"It turns out we were all wrong."
The middle-aged man first appeared stunned, then realized something, and couldn’t help but lift his head in surprise. After his initial shock, he slightly shook his head with a wry smile:
"I didn’t expect these people to be so cautious as to directly bring an Immortal Ascension Cultivator here."
"Teacher, it seems the person you mentioned should indeed be qualified to test the waters for you."
The elder did not speak this time but in his eyes flickered a thoughtful gaze.
In the sky above.
A cultivator in yellow robes with flowing white beards looked as somber as water and appeared above the city walls in an instant.
Not far from him, several figures hurriedly flew out from a carriage that had been stationary.
The one leading them had an unremarkable face, yet he carried an air of stability and purity, with an impressive aura of nobility.
He bowed deeply to the cultivator in yellow robes, and said respectfully yet confidently:
"Diwu Hall’s Right Enforcer Wang Ba, pays his respects to Elder Ji from the Taihe Palace."
The cultivator in yellow robes swept his gaze over Wang Ba, and a touch of kinship appeared in his eyes as he replied cordially:
"There’s no need for formalities. Since you cultivate the True Yang Wu Earth Scripture from our Thick Earth Peak, we’re all family here..."
Wang Ba caught the hint of goodwill in the other party’s tone and, raising his hand to cup his fists, promptly changed his address:
"Disciple Wang Ba, pays respects to Martial Ancestor."
The other was indeed the master of Martial Uncle Hu Zaixi, so for Wang Ba to call him Martial Ancestor was perfectly reasonable.
The cultivator in yellow robes, who seemingly heard his disciples often mention Wang Ba, stroked his beard, nodded with a smile, and then said seriously:
"You had just asked Li Yingfu to send a message to the Sect, and as I wasn’t in seclusion, I immediately came here."
While speaking, he carefully scanned the area below with his Spiritual Sense and faintly detected a trace of extremely profound Blood Energy fluctuation, causing his expression to become stern.
Before Wang Ba could say anything, he spoke in a heavy tone:
"Step back!"
Hearing this, Wang Ba sensed the gravity in the other party’s voice and did not dare to delay:
"Be careful, Martial Ancestor!"
"Lou Yi, Ruyi, Luye, Qingyang... let’s go first."
The group quickly followed Wang Ba and flew swiftly towards the distance.
"Teacher, do we need to capture them?"
Below, in the Li Capital.
Inside a teahouse.
The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and then looked towards the elder. 𝘯𝑜𝑣𝑝𝑢𝘣.𝑐𝑜𝑚
The elder was still playfully fingering the teacup in his hand, his face full of smiles:
"Capture? Brawls and bloodshed are not good."
"However, this young friend’s progress is somewhat slow."
The middle-aged man hesitated slightly: "Then, this Ji Ying, should I kill him or...?"
"Ren’er, I’ve always said the same thing to you, you just enjoy fighting and killing too much."
The elder shook his head repeatedly:
"My little guy is just a final step away from forming his true self."
The middle-aged man’s heart sank, internally cursing the hypocrisy but outwardly showing a look of respect:
"Yes, I will capture him right away."
As he spoke, a figure identical to him in appearance, but dressed in a pure white robe, walked out from his body.
However, compared to the middle-aged man’s humility and gentleness, this white-robed ’middle-aged man’ had a face full of Evil Qi.
Yet this eerie scene seemed completely invisible to the other patrons of the teahouse around them.
The white-robed man walked out of the teahouse as if no one else existed.
He looked up at the sky.
Above in the sky, a colossal pale-yellow hand swept down like it was grasping heaven and earth, roaring towards him!
In the eyes of the white-robed middle-aged man, a fierce light suddenly flashed.
He raised his hand.
In an instant, from behind him, an emperor phantom clad in gold and white, wearing a twelve-beaded crown, suddenly condensed and grew rapidly against the wind. In just a blink, it towered sky-high. With a casual flick of its sleeves, the profound mana directly shattered that pale-yellow hand!
Behind the dispersing pale-yellow mana.
The cultivator in yellow robes, his clothing disheveled, was sent flying backward, eyes filled with shock and anger:
"It’s you!"
"The Original Demon Sect’s Sect Master!"
"Shangguan Ren!"
