NOVPUBHowever, he soon revealed a playful smile:
"Then you, why not come out and demonstrate for us? We’re also somewhat curious," he said.
"What do you say, Senior Brother Fan, Junior Sister Ji?"
This time, however, the two palaces did not respond to the tall man’s proposal. 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝒸ℴ𝓶
Even the master of the ’Ji’ palace, who had seemed somewhat biased towards Shen Fu, merely chuckled lightly.
Seeing that his proposal was tacitly accepted by the two, the tall man felt a surge of satisfaction in his heart.
Although he couldn’t beat the other party, being able to humiliate them was a consolation for his resentment.
He knew that these two were actually very curious as well.
The day both holy children and a group of veteran Nascent Soul cultivators had fallen caused quite a stir within the Holy Sect.
Unfortunately, the former Ninth Holy Son, now the Seventh, consistently refused to divulge the slightest detail.
And the only other survivor was Shen Fu alone.
With Shen Fu’s master holding such a high position, second only to the Sect Master, naturally, no one in the Holy Sect dared to pressure him.
But outside the Holy Sect, that was a different story.
Seeing the ’Shen’ palace fall silent once more, the tall man’s face revealed a hint of coldness:
"Junior Brother Shen, you wouldn’t refuse to give face to your senior brother, would you?" he said.
After a bout of silence.
The doors of the Shen Palace suddenly burst open.
A figure, dressed in a black cloak with handsome and pale features, emanating a cold distantness, slowly walked out from within.
"Hmm—" A voice filled with insinuations suddenly rose from within the ’Ji’ palace.
The tall man’s expression immediately darkened.
Any trace of politeness on his face vanished, and he said coldly,
"Junior brother, please proceed!"
Shen Fu stood in place, his gaze slightly narrowed.
But he still flew out on a cloud.
Then, meticulously re-enacted the events of that day from a distance.
"That day, I accompanied the First Holy Son, the Seventh Holy Son..."
The tall man was quickly captivated by the scene re-enacted by Shen Fu.
Before long, beside the Ou Palace, a Nascent Soul servant suddenly questioned,
"What is that?"
The tall man frowned, about to rebuke, but as his gaze swept over a fleeting streak of light in the distance, he suddenly paused.
"Eh... four unconscious Nascent Soul cultivators?!"
"A Second Order puppet?"
"What’s going on here?"
With a thought, he immediately pointed out the distant light to a Nascent Soul servant by his side and ordered,
"Go, bring them back to me."
Inside the Ji Palace, a female cultivator’s voice softly asked,
"Senior Brother Ou, what are you planning to catch?"
The tall man said casually,
"Ha, a few somewhat unfamiliar Nascent Souls, likely from outside of Yan. Just right for setting prohibitions, having a few more under control to command. Would you like some, Junior Sister? If you want, ha, to study the profound techniques together with me, your senior brother wouldn’t stint..."
"We’ll have to see the quality first," the female cultivator said with a laugh.
Her tone neither accepted nor promised.
The tall man’s heart immediately began to roam again.
Before long, the Nascent Soul servant returned, holding four unconscious wild men-like Nascent Soul cultivators and the Second Order puppet that had been dragging them, landing amidst clouds.
"Eh?"
Suddenly, a deep and steady voice emerged from the Fan Palace, carrying a hint of surprise,
"Clerics of the Kingdom of Immortals?"
No sooner had the words fallen.
A figure looking old in appearance flew out from within the palace and landed beside the four individuals lying on the cloud like corpses.
The tall man also approached, his eyes filled with curiosity,
"Senior Brother Fan, these are from the Kingdom of Immortals? What are they doing here?"
"And why are they still unconscious?"
Although he’d often heard of the Kingdom of Immortals within the sect, this was actually his first encounter with them.
Hearing this, the cultivator with the surname Fan shook his head slightly, also somewhat puzzled.
These four clearly possessed the aura of Nascent Souls, but they seemed utterly defenseless, and each had a Storage Treasure hanging at their waist, appearing as though they were simply asleep.
To be asleep in such a manner, however, seemed rather exaggerated.
Especially considering there were four of them.
"Could it be they have fallen victim to some kind of scheme?" the Fan-surnamed cultivator speculated.
His Spiritual Sense meticulously swept over them, and then he suddenly started. He reached out and gently pried open the mouth of one of the cultivators with his mana.
The next moment, his usually calm and composed eyes instantly widened in shock!
...
Shilin Plain.
This place lay at the border of the sixty thousand li wide Shi State.
A forest of stone pillars rose from the ground, spreading out like a sprawling forest.
At this moment, several streaks of panicked light flashed hastily across the sky.
These lights were followed by hundreds of figures.
At the forefront of these lights.
Was none other than the Earth Hall Deputy Master, Song Dongyang.
At this moment, although his expression remained calm, his heart was in utter turmoil.
"Only three thousand li more..."
His Spiritual Sense swept over those following behind, growing more anxious.
"The cultivators from the Kingdom of Immortals are so fast!"
"Damn it! More have come... no good! We can’t increase the distance!"
He was already pushing himself to the limit, but carrying that many people was still taking a toll.
Even a small hindrance could become magnified during such prolonged pursuit.
Just then.
The Spirit Rhinoceros Stone vibrated gently, and Tang Ji’s voice came through.
Soon after, a look of astonishment appeared on Song Dongyang’s face:
"Concealing one’s aura and acting weak I can do, but asking me to fly slower?"
"This..."
He couldn’t help but scan his surroundings once more with his Spiritual Sence.
The cultivators from the Kingdom of Immortals encircling him were nearly forty in number.
