It is indeed the greatest human faction in Southern Hong.
Such a young cultivator possesses strength that even she, an old woman, finds slightly surprising.
No wonder they decided to place him in the position of Sect Master before his Union Dao.
Such a talent, not just within Southern Hong, but even across the whole of Hongze, is coveted by many major powers.
Among these major powers are even the Dragon Palace included.
They probably wouldn’t mind, just as they did many years ago when they befriended Xuan Qing, allowing a Purple-Bearded White Dragon known as a fairy to develop a secret crush, forming the most peaceful period between the Dragon Palace and the human powers, without interference, each staying on their own territory, land and water separate.
This pair of immortals, have saved countless cultivators from danger, providing them with an extremely cherished period of seclusive cultivation.
Upon thinking of the words "immortal couple,"
the old crone’s lips curled into a mocking smile, accompanied by a chilling killing intent unnoticed by all.
Some beasts, no matter how many beautiful sentences you use to embellish them, or how many nice names you give, are just naturally born to be ridden upon by others!
Xuan Qing, you really were blind...
Fairy Bao Hua found her master suddenly falling into that contemplative state again, and could not help her expression freezing, her master probably the only one in the field who could become lost in thought under such circumstances.
Fortunately, there were other giants of the Unity Realm Stage present.
The six Sect Masters quickly withdrew their gazes, their thoughts varied, but not suitable for discussion during the Seven Sons Grand Assembly.
Wei Yuanzhou’s thoughts were actually quite normal.
Southern Hong may be remote, but it maintains contacts with the outside world, such notions like the reincarnation of immortals are not unheard of... better than immortals, let’s be blunt, what exactly is the relationship between Shen Yi and Senior Brother Qin?
This young cultivator is from Nanyang.
Yet, from him, others see not a hint of fear of the outside world; it’s as if the moment he stepped out, he had already accepted the situation and his goal was very clear.
In a short time, not only his cultivation soared, but he also completely antagonized the Dragon Palace.
According to what the several Sect Masters had quietly observed over these days, this young man had done nothing else, if not offending the Dragon Palace, then he was on his way to do so.
Shen Yi’s thoughts were evident from the Blood Charm he deliberately revealed when he raised his palm just now.
Was Senior Brother Qin cultivating another Zhanlong Taoist not enough, now he wants to repeat it? Or is it that Senior Brother Qin himself intends to come back and help his disciple solidify that reputation?
The six Sect Masters looked down at the figure sitting on the throne.
That fair and handsome face bore the same calm as Senior Brother Qin from years ago, momentarily causing them to fall into a brief daze.
Uncertainty flickered in Qing Yue Sect Master’s eyes: "..."
Why have you returned, is it for revenge?
But in Hongze, you have no enemies; your enemies come from the heavens.
Senior Brother, do you intend to lead us to death together... Well, it’s not that we cannot die, I’m just worried that even in death, this resentment will not be appeased.
Unparalleled Sect Master gently raised his palm, and as his voice spread, everyone’s mind calmed down.
They momentarily set aside the matter of Liu Xingshan.
The entire Seven Sons Grand Assembly proceeded in an orderly manner, according to the previously established process.
More than a dozen White Jade Capital Elders rose to their feet, stepping onto auspicious clouds to take flight, hands holding the Jade Orders, began loudly proclaiming the Imperial Edicts.
As those arcane and obscure scriptures were recited from their mouths, formed by the gathering of white clouds, cranes picked them up and flew in all directions, the newly-appointed Sect Master of the South Hong Seven Sons’ name would spread throughout Southern Hong, and even to farther places, at the fastest speed.
Whether it’s the high mountains or the vast oceans, countless beings would come to know of the event that could shake the situation in Southern Hong.
Seven rainbow lights shone brightly, Ling Yue trembled, the Heavenly Sword swept up, the green waves surged, and amidst the enveloping white clouds, Qing Yue retracted its shine.
Against their backdrop, the huge hanging sun appeared even more dazzling, its gentle radiance enveloping this rare and beautiful scene.
The guests rose to give their respects.
The Immortal Sect disciples stepped neatly, clasping swords in hand, and knelt on one knee towards the figure above.
On the high platform above, Shen Yi sat still; today he was not the modest cultivator who first arrived in Hongze. The fluttering Nanyang white robe he wore represented the entire Nanyang Sect and it’s over one hundred and eighty vassals.
At this moment, the lives of these people were hanging by a thread, all dependent on him.
Of course, that’s what is said.
But boredom is still boredom.
Shen Yi closed his eyes, recalling the sensation of wielding the Mo Blade just before, recognizing Dao weapons and ordinary Magic Treasures were entirely different things: what looked only like a blade was actually the entire Immortal City’s blessing on a cultivator.
After all, it was his first time deploying the Immortal City.
After using the Wusheng Palm, Shen Yi actively dispelled the deceiving effect of Tianyan Forty-Nine, wanting to test for himself, after spending so much Demon Lifespan, what difference there was between himself and other cultivators of the same stage after ascending to White Jade Capital.
However, the result was somewhat disappointing to him.
It was not that the Mo Blade or Profound Armor was problematic, it was Liu Xingshan’s state that was not right, whether it was his aura or state of mind, he seemed to have suffered a great injury, absolutely unable to exhibit his rightful strength.
As a result, Shen Yi’s victory was too easy, completely failing to demonstrate the gap between Dao weapons.
No matter, there would still be opportunities.
Shen Yi opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the several Daozi below him, then glanced in a certain direction.
The crane spread its wings and disappeared into the clouds.
Beyond the Seven Sons of Southern Hong, there were rugged Floating Islands, upon which three figures stood with hands behind their backs, quietly watching the departing crane.