454: Chapter 162: Ten Days Equivalent to Ten Years of Hard Work!
454: Chapter 162: Ten Days Equivalent to Ten Years of Hard Work!
“Liang ge li ge lang, liang ge li ge lang~”
Atop a tall building owned by the Wanyun Sect in Dong’an City, a dense barrier made of Heavenly Immortal power isolated it from outside probing.
Acting Sect Leader of the Wanyun Sect, elder of the inner sect, direct disciple of the ancestral master, head of Castcloud Hall, Wealthy Immortal Li Dazhi, sat by the window, fiddling with his wig.
He thought of the news he had received just half an hour ago and couldn’t help but crack a smile now and then.
He hadn’t even exerted any effort; how could Forge-Heaven Gate be about to fall?
Masses of celestial soldiers had garrisoned Forge-Heaven Gate, seizing several Golden Immortals, and a Vice Alliance Hierarch remained there, claiming it was to investigate the gate’s finances.
Wei Yanzai lifted the hem of his Daoist robe and hurried into the room, his mustache trembling, unable to suppress his laughter:
The message from Huan Valley!
They didn’t ask us for any Spirit Stones!”
Li Dazhi casually put on his long hair, asking calmly, “How did it go?”
“The Eastern Alliance’s message, Huan Valley didn’t dare to give too many details.”
Wei Yanzai hurriedly said:
“They only mentioned a few things…
Dazhi holding the Xuanyuan Sword Mandate, the Eastern Alliance fracturing into three factions, first Chouxian Hall caught fire, killing a dozen people, then two demon race spies were killed, a few days later, a captain of the Zhival Hall committed suicide, leaving a note admitting to accepting bribes from Forge-Heaven Gate, resulting in two Vice Alliance Hierarchs and several Golden Immortals from Forge-Heaven Gate being taken away!
“All these events are connected!”
Li Dazhi leaned back slightly, unable to hide the smile on his somewhat plump face.
“Going by Huan Valley’s indications, it must be Ping’an’s plotting!”
Wei Yanzai was filled with emotion:
“Ping’an has only been gone for a short while!
And yet he’s already caused such a massive stir!
“Looking at it this way, although the Eastern Alliance is full of experts, when it comes to insight, or intelligence, we have to look at our Ping’an!”
“Too much, too much,” Li Dazhi clicked his tongue, “Do you have to praise him like that?
Even if Ping’an had eight hundred wits about him, he couldn’t catch up with those ancestors who have lived for tens of thousands of years.”
“That’s not necessarily true,” Wei Yanzai laughed, “Ancestor, you don’t see, even ordinary people grow muddled in their old age; an Artifact Refiner cultivates the Dao, not intelligence.”
Li Dazhi was about to scold him when he saw two streaks of rainbow light flying in from the window, directly entering the barrier.
“Uncle Master Dazhi!”
Two old Heavenly Immortals with white hair and beards appeared before Li Dazhi.
“Just a moment ago, we received a talisman with news, something big happened in the Eastern Alliance!”
“The Eastern Alliance activated their protective array, all the Immortal Palaces were wrapped up inside!”
“Our two inner sect elders who we sent out saw from a distance that the Eastern Alliance first dispatched a hundred thousand celestial soldiers to guard Ping’an and a group of old immortals, heading south into the sky.
“Then, it was a sky full of figures, tens to hundreds of millions of celestial soldiers and generals flew out from the Sky’s Ruins, surrounding the entire Eastern Alliance, their spears pointed right inside!”
Li Dazhi frowned deeply, a touch of anxiety in his eyes.
“Ping’an is causing such a ruckus?
Is he being taken away, or is he acting with those ancestors?”
One old Heavenly Immortal said softly, “It seems like, those ancestors are following him?”
“You can rest assured, Uncle Master, Ping’an isn’t being taken away…
Ah, right, during the transmission, two junior brothers also said that Ping’an and some young people were watching our Wanyun Sect disciples play chess with the Eastern Alliance’s officials, and they were playing terribly.”
Li Dazhi breathed a sigh of relief.
If he’s still playing chess, then it’s fine.
He frowned in thought, pacing back and forth.
Being in Dong’an City, too far from the main body of the Eastern Alliance, Li Dazhi could not be sure what exactly was happening there at the moment.
How long had Ping’an been back?
Just ten days to half a month, and he had managed to stir things up to this extent?
“There must be some contradictions within the Eastern Alliance; some the high-ranking officials probably want to use Ping’an’s Xuanyuan Sword Mandate to eliminate their opponents.
“But do these officials dare to struggle for power so openly?
“Isn’t there a saying, ‘Fenghou possesses the mysterious ‘Fenghou Qimen’, a direct descendant of Emperor Fuxi, who can divine the world’s affairs with her fingers and has the ability to foretell the future?’ Don’t these officials have an ounce of sense about what can and cannot be done, and the risks of eliminating their opponents?
Li Dazhi took a deep breath.
“I really want to go over there and have a look, I’m genuinely curious.”
No sooner had he spoken than he subconsciously looked toward the southwest.
There, Dong’an City’s protective array opened a gap, two Golden Immortal Charms burst forth, and three figures headed straight towards him.
At the forefront of these three figures, Li Dazhi recognized quite well.
Fenghou’s daughter, Wen Rou, wasn’t it?
Attendant, go outside to welcome them,” Li Dazhi rubbed his big hands, “The people from the Eastern Alliance are here, it’s mostly related to Ping’an.
Not sure if the kid has been bullied outside.”
An elder huffed with wide eyes: “Who dares to bully Ping’an!
That’s a direct provocation to our Wanyun Sect!”
Another elder muttered: “You talk as if you’re a Golden Immortal yourself.”
The people chuckled among themselves.
As Wen Rou got closer with two elderly Golden Immortal women, Li Dazhi noticed her anxious expression.
‘What in the world is going on?’
Not far from the Wanyun Sect’s high-rise, inside a store of Castcloud Hall.
Mo Yunshen stared at the second senior brother before him, listening to what he had to say, completely dumbfounded.
“Big senior brother was sent by the master to the Eastern Alliance?”
The second senior brother took off his mask, revealing a middle-aged face somewhat similar to Mo Yunshen’s, with disheveled long hair and a Daoist robe stained with wine.
He spoke gravely: “Who could have anticipated that things would change so rapidly, and who could have foreseen that Li Ping’an would be so formidable.”