Hearing this, many demons already laughed out loud, "Aside from their six, does South Hong have other Unity Realm Stage cultivators? Do they also dare to call it a grand assembly?"
Shen Yi quietly listened, beginning to realize something.
Although South Hong’s understanding of the outside world was shallow, in fact, Hongze’s knowledge of South Hong was also very limited.
To Shen Yi, who had once battled to the death in Qingzhou with a host of Demon-suppression Great Generals and the Howling Moon Wolf King, he knew all too well how crucial such gaps in information could be. The less the other side knew, the more advantageous it was for South Hong.
The Yunhe Sect’s Daozi, hearing the laughter around him, looked worriedly at the girl beside him.
As expected, the Blue Sea Sect’s Daozi’s expression had already turned cold, and the wine cup she lifted had yet to touch her red lips.
He smiled helplessly and also stood up, "Whether there are other Unity Realm Stage cultivators, it has nothing to do with us in Western Hong. Furthermore, the South Hong Seven Sons are indeed our predecessors with profound heritage. Better to speak less of irrelevant matters to avoid bringing disaster upon oneself, let’s talk about something else."
Hearing someone advise restraint, everyone subconsciously looked over. Upon recognizing his identity, while they did not know the reason, they quickly quieted down, giving Yunhe Sect face.
Even a few forces that did not get along with Yunhe Sect would not entangle themselves over such trivial matters.
Feeling the sudden silence around him, the Snake Demon felt a bit embarrassed. He leaned forward to take a sip from his wine cup, explaining, "Hey, where could they possibly leave South Hong? Why worry about speaking... Besides, it’s not like I meant to bad-mouth the South Hong Seven Sons, what I find amusing is that long-destroyed Nanyang Sect."
At his words, everyone’s interest was piqued again.
"I know Yang Daozi means well, but we’re not outsiders here. Speaking a bit of gossip won’t spread, so why spoil the mood?"
A robust Tiger Demon located at the very front of the hall, with muscular arms casually resting on the table, fur exceptionally white, and black patterns like ink, looked quite clean and possessed a rather profound boundary level. Although it may not compare to the Glazed Green Phoenix, it was certainly no less than the previous Ghost Python young master.
It propped up its lazy body and glanced dismissively at the Sea Serpent Great Demon: "Speak."
The Yunhe Sect Daozi fell silent for a moment, sighed, and then sat back down
While this White Tiger Great Demon may not count for much, it was because the force behind it was quite powerful, so there was no need to send an actual scion of the same level as the Daozi.
With the White Tiger Great Demon’s permission, the Sea Serpent’s face was all smiles again: "The South Hong Seven Sons are indeed substantial, it’s really inappropriate to joke about them, but the reason I mentioned the Seven Sons Grand Assembly is precisely because of this assembly... ha ha..."
Saying so, it actually began to laugh outright: "They elected a Baiyu Capital Cultivator as the seventh Sect Master! Baiyu Capital... Sect Master... that’s why I suspect South Hong no longer has any new Unity Realm cultivators, otherwise how could it have fallen to such a state? Perhaps if I went to South Hong, I could even become a master of an Immortal Sect."
"Baiyu Capital, Sect Master?"
Those who could enter this grand hall and sit in the foremost seats were all cultivators who had reached Baiyu Capital. Hearing these words, they were temporarily stunned.
Well aware, the title ’Immortal Sect’ was not to be used lightly.
The prerequisite is to first have ’Immortals.’
In Hongze, only those at the Unity Realm Stage could barely be called Earth Immortals to differentiate between themselves and real Immortals.
Upon hearing this news, even the Elders of the Yunhe Sect were slightly shocked, their gazes shifting toward the young lady.
When the South Hong Seven Sons had come asking for assistance, they hadn’t mentioned they were in such a sorry state.
"This matter is absolutely true, I even remember that oblivious cultivator, named Shen... Shen..." The Sea Serpent Great Demon scratched its head and then laughed loudly, "My apologies, sirs, I can’t remember!"
Just then, a muffled sound echoed throughout the hall, drawing everyone’s attention.
That elegant young lady who accompanied Yunhe Sect.
Now had her palm quietly resting on the table.
She looked up indifferently, gazing at the Snake Demon, slowly retracting her fair hand, blood plasma dripping from her fingertips, leaving only fragments of the wine cup on the table.
This incident had gravely affected her mission to seek help.
As a Daozi of the South Hong Seven Sons, it would be unacceptable for someone to trample on her Sect Master’s dignity so publicly.
"Dao friend?" The Sea Serpent was taken aback, then laughed, "What is this, have I offended you somehow?"
The Blue Sea Sect’s Daozi took a deep breath, her lips curling into a chill smile as she smoothly stood up. Under the anxious gaze of the Yunhe Sect Daozi, she promptly extended her hand, "That’s not it, it’s just that, as fellow Immortal Sect cultivators, I find it hard to listen to demons spouting such nonsense."
As she spoke, her fingertip suddenly split open with a barely visible cut, a drop of crimson blood plasma slowly floated to the center of the hall, appearing rather glaring.
Faced with such an invitation to discuss matters upon death.
The Sea Serpent was clearly bewildered, and after a few breaths, it furrowed its brows as if it had heard an extremely absurd joke: "Fellow... fellow Immortal Sect cultivator?"
The remaining people in the hall also wore strange expressions, looking over.
The Sea Serpent Great Demon shook its head, its voice tinted with more mockery, "Dao friend, you don’t seem to be from Western Hong? It couldn’t be that you are..."
Its tone suddenly turned much colder, its eyes flashing with cruelty, "From South Hong?"
In Western Hong, or rather, in Hongze, there wasn’t any such notion of being from the same Immortal Sect, and many Immortal Sects’ relationships might not even be as harmonious as with some Demon Races.
Such old-fashioned language made it hard not to associate it with that silent place that had been disconnected from Hongze for a whole hundred thousand years.