Cao Zhengyang introduced, "Zhou Qing, this is the lord of Canglan Mountain—Elder Hou, a cultivator at the Perfection of Divinity Transformation Realm."
Zhou Qing saluted again, "Greetings, Elder Hou."
Hou Mountain waved his hand impatiently, "Your Human Race has way too many formalities. We haven’t even exchanged a few words, and this kid has already saluted twice. I, Hou Mountain, have always been straightforward in my dealings, and I can’t stand this kind of thing."
Cao Zhengyang couldn’t help but let out an awkward laugh. Elder Hou’s temper was as straightforward as ever, but it was understandable. After all, yokai cultivators were generally more easygoing, unlike the humans who were very particular about formalities.
"The situation is , Hou..."
"Let me speak!" Hou Mountain interrupted just as Cao Zhengyang began, then looked at Zhou Qing and said, "I heard you went to Canglan Mountain this time. You must know what happened. Damn it, I just went out to join in the fun, and my house got robbed."
As Hou Mountain spoke, he started cursing.
His unpretentious manner made Zhou Qing want to laugh but he refrained.
Of course, he quickly understood the whole story.
It turned out that when Elder Hou Mountain heard the commotion that day, he instructed several Nascent Soul Realm Demon Marshals to guard the cave mansion while he ventured out alone to seek an opportunity.
Unexpectedly, he found nothing in the abyss, and when he returned home, the Holy Medicine he’d guarded for a thousand years—Fusang Lingkui—had been stolen.
This Fusang Lingkui had been painstakingly nurtured by Elder Hou Fei with countless Spiritual Liquid and Yang Fire. It was crucial for his upcoming cultivation, and could even be called the key to his advancement.
Of course, the same applied to the Human Race. Some late-stage Divinity Transformation cultivators might use it to break through to Great Perfection in one go.
Fortunately, he’d left a trace of his Divine Sense on it, which would allow him to vaguely sense it. Once someone refined it, it would be marked for a hundred days.
And within those hundred days, that connection would give him enough time to find the culprit and deal with them properly.
In his anger, Elder Hou Fei initially suspected the Five Sects, and so he had been searching in secret for the past year.
But strangely, that trace of his Divine Sense still existed, yet he couldn’t find it.
Moreover, it didn’t seem to be within the Five Sects, and it was even less likely to be with the minor sects and factions as they wouldn’t have the guts.
Seeing that the other party wasn’t refining it, he became anxious because, according to his senses, the Fusang Lingkui would wither and become a dead flower in another six months.
Helpless, he then sought help from the Taiqing Sect. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝙣𝙚𝙩
Before the war among the Five Sects began, every sixty years a trial would be held at Canglan Mountain, and as the host, he would always provide certain conveniences, even dispatching some demon beasts to aid in the trial.
Moreover, in many past events, he had offered significant help to the Five Sects, making them greatly indebted to him.
This time, it was the moment to repay the favor.
"The real battle among the Five Sects boils down to a showdown between the Taiqing Sect and Cangyan Daoist Palace. You two are the powerhouses. As fate would have it, a year ago at Canglan Mountain, apart from a few Spirit Severing Realm cultivators, your two sects were the first to appear."
When Hou Fei said this, he turned his head and looked directly at Cao Zhengyang, his eyes scrutinizing.
"I have reason to believe that one of your two sects did it. I am a reasonable person, but I must admit, I can’t play mind games like you humans. But you should also be clear, we brothers look out for each other."
Elder Hou Fei’s voice gradually lowered, carrying a hint of menace.
"If I can’t find the Fusang Lingkui, it would cut off my future path. If my path is cut off, then no one will have it easy, and don’t forget, you still owe me a favor."
As he finished speaking, Hou Fei let out a cold snort, and a tremendous pressure instantly emanated from him, sweeping all around.
Everyone present turned slightly pale.