141: The demolition team officially started their work.

In the Nine Heavens Divine City, on the chaotic square.

The colorful dust drifting across the sky was like the final elegy offered for a grand funeral.

The Zixiao Dao Field was gone.

This name, which once represented the supreme majesty of the Eastern Region's hegemon, along with every brick and tile, had been cleanly erased from this world.

Gao Yangshuo's murderous declaration still echoed over the square.

Every word was like a heavy hammer, smashing fiercely into everyone's hearts.

Seal the city!

Mobilize the Eastern Suppression Army!

Within three days, raze the Purple Cloud Sacred Land to the ground!

What an overbearing, what a resolute method!

Everyone understood that the Xuantian Immortal Dynasty, a lion that had slept for a million years, was finally baring its sharpest fangs at the fat piece of meat that was the Eastern Region.

And the fuse for all of this was simply because the Purple Cloud Sacred Land had provoked a terrifying existence whose name they were not even worthy of mentioning.

"Your Highnesses!"

After handling everything, Gao Yangshuo approached the four, including Ye Chenfeng, with a face full of smiles again.

He now looked at these four as if they were dearer than his own ancestors.

"This place is bloody and will stain Your Highnesses' eyes."

"Why not move to the imperial palace with me? His Majesty has already prepared an immortal banquet, just waiting for Your Highnesses to grace us with your presence!"

His posture was extremely low, and his tone was filled with flattery.

Ye Chenfeng looked at him calmly and shook his head.

"No need."

"We have important matters to attend to and will not disturb His Majesty."

His words were polite, but carried an indisputable sense of aloofness.

Imperial palace? Immortal banquet?

They had no interest.

Their Revered Master had sent them to trash the place, and now that the place was trashed, the rest was just boring cleanup work.

"This..." The smile on Gao Yangshuo's face stiffened.

He hadn't expected the other party to dare refuse the Immortal Emperor's invitation so bluntly.

The operating style of this Myriad Dao Divine Sect truly could not be measured by conventional logic.

"Senior Brother is right."

Su Linger, who was beside him, spoke at the right moment. Her voice was cold and clear, yet carried an innate air of authority.

"We were ordered by our Revered Master to leave the mountain solely to discuss the Dao. Now that the discussion is finished, it is time to return and report back."

"As for the Prince's kindness, we appreciate it. Please convey our greetings to His Majesty on our behalf."

Her words were flawless, both stating their position and giving the Immortal Dynasty a way out.

Gao Yangshuo was such an astute person that he immediately understood what they meant.

They simply did not take the Xuantian Immortal Dynasty seriously.

Befriending them was possible.

But wanting them to bow down and submit, or to be bound by imperial power, was wishful thinking.

"Yes, yes, yes, this old man understands!"

Gao Yangshuo hurriedly bowed, a layer of fine cold sweat even breaking out on his forehead.

"It was this old man who was abrupt! Your Highnesses have important matters to attend to, and this old man dares not delay you!"

He secretly rejoiced in his heart; fortunately, he hadn't put on any airs of royalty, otherwise, he would have lost a lot of face today.

"Then... these two portions of the Emperor Origin..." Gao Yangshuo pointed to the two divine objects still floating in mid-air and asked tentatively.

"The Prince may dispose of them as you see fit."

Ye Chenfeng's reply was still simple and clear.

After speaking, he nodded slightly to Zhao Wuyou and the other two.

"Let's go."

As the words fell.

The four figures, without the slightest hesitation, turned into streams of light and shot into the sky, disappearing instantly into the horizon.

Leaving only hundreds of thousands of Cultivators on the square, looking at each other in dismay.

They won.

And then, they left.

Even the immortal emperor origin source, which would make an Immortal Venerable go crazy, was discarded like worn-out shoes.

This demeanor, this detachment...

"The demeanor of an expert... This is the true demeanor of an expert!"

Someone, not knowing who, let out a heartfelt exclamation.

Gao Yangshuo watched the direction in which the four had left and let out a long, turbid breath.

He reached out and carefully put the two portions of the immortal emperor origin source into a specially made jade box.

Immediately, his gentle old face became cold and majestic again.

"Come here!"

"Take Purple Lightning Lord and these few pieces of trash to the dungeon!"

"The rest of you, immediately carry out my previous order!"

"Three days from now, I do not want to see the word 'Zixiao' on the map of the Immortal Dynasty again!"

"Understood!"

The shouts of the golden-armored guards resounded through the clouds.

Meanwhile.

In the Eastern Region, the Hundred Thousand Barren Mountains, the former base of the Qingmu Sect.

Wang Duojin was sitting cross-legged on a grand chair made of thousand-year-old warm jade, drinking spiritual tea while listening to his subordinates report the "rent" revenue for this month.

"Report!"

A Disciple in charge of intelligence rushed in, tumbling and crawling in excitement.

"Senior... Senior Brother Wang! Great... Great news!"

Wang Duojin couldn't even be bothered to lift his eyelids, slowly blowing on the steam in his teacup.

"What great news? Why are you panicking? What kind of decorum is this?"

"Did the sky fall?"

"It's even... even more exciting than the sky falling!" The Disciple gasped for air and presented a Jade Slip he had just received with both hands.

"Something big happened in the... the Imperial Capital!"

Wang Duojin then reluctantly put down his teacup, took the Jade Slip, and probed a wisp of immortal essence into it.

The next second.

"Pfft!"

The mouthful of spiritual tea he had just drunk sprayed radially all over the face of the Disciple opposite him.

"Holy crap!"

A cry full of shock and disbelief erupted from Wang Duojin's mouth.

He bounced up from his chair, his face filled with extreme, exaggerated shock!

"Senior... Senior Brother shattered the Sword Testing Stone with one sword?"

"Third Senior Brother blew up a thunder source sacred crystal with one punch?"

"Revered Master... slapped the Zixiao Dao Field out of existence with one palm?!"

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!"

Wang Duojin's hand holding the Jade Slip was trembling.

He felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat!

What kind of god-tier plot is this!

This is just too exciting!

Why wasn't he there at the scene?

He missed it!

He practically missed out on a hundred million!

He paced back and forth in excitement, muttering incessantly.

"I knew it! I knew Revered Master was the most awesome!"

"Purple Cloud Sacred Land? What kind of trash is that! How dare they challenge our Revered Master?"

"Slapped out of existence? Slapped well! Slapped wonderfully! Slapped magnificently!"

But after the excitement, a huge, indescribable sourness surged into his heart.

He looked at the Jade Slip again, his eyes locked tightly on those few words.

"Two portions... of the immortal emperor origin source?"

"And... Senior Brother and the others didn't take them?!"

Wang Duojin's eyes instantly turned red.

He felt his heart was bleeding.

"Wasteful! So wasteful!"

He beat his chest and stomped his feet, looking heartbroken.

"That's the immortal emperor origin source! Two portions!"

"Why don't Senior Brother and the others understand? If they brought this back and resold it, how much immortal jade would it trade for? How many Heaven And Earth Treasures?"

"It's too wasteful! It's simply squandering divine gifts!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, and the more he felt he had to do something.

He couldn't stay in this godforsaken place collecting rent anymore!

These petty profits were just a drop in the bucket compared to the big scenes in the Imperial Capital!

He rolled his eyes, and a bold plan instantly formed in his mind.

"No! I must go to the Imperial Capital!"

"The money that Senior Brother and the others disdain to earn, I, Wang Duojin, will earn!"

"They are responsible for the fighting and killing, and I will be responsible for looking beautiful... Pfft, responsible for logistical support!"

"What is this called? This is called a professional team with clear division of labor!"

Thinking of this, he immediately took out his disciple token and respectfully sent a message to Chu Xuanjin, who was far away in the Myriad Dao Divine Mountain.

"Reporting to Revered Master!"

"Disciple Wang Duojin has an important matter to report!"

"Disciple heard that Senior Brother and others displayed great Divine Might in the Imperial Capital, making our Sect famous. Disciple is truly excited and feels honored!"

"To cooperate with the Sect's next strategic development and to spread your brilliance, Revered Master, to every corner of the Immortal Dynasty!"

"Disciple requests to go to the Imperial Capital to open a branch of the 'Myriad Dao Merchant Guild'!"

"Disciple guarantees to only talk about business and not cause trouble! To earn massive cultivation resources for the Sect as a backup!"

His words were impassioned and righteous.

He packaged his desire to go and make money as a great cause of being dedicated to the public good.

Very soon.

A lazy voice, as if not yet fully awake, rang in his mind.

"Oh."

"Got it."

"Go ahead."

"Don't bother me."

Wang Duojin: "..."

Although Revered Master's reply was as perfunctory as always.

But, the goal was achieved!

"Thank you, Revered Master!"

Wang Duojin was overjoyed.

Then, he immediately stood up and used the token to contact several Elders who had ascended last time.

"Elder Li! Elder Sun! Elder Zhao!"

"All of you, teleport back to the Qingmu branch!"

"Pack your things! Prepare for a business trip!"

"We are going to the Imperial Capital! We will establish the Myriad Dao Divine Sect's Nine Heavens Divine City Office, and the Myriad Dao Merchant Guild's Immortal Realm Headquarters!"

"By the way, let's buy up that land where the Zixiao Dao Field was!"

"I, Wang Duojin, announce that Myriad Dao Real Estate Co., Ltd. is officially established! Our slogan is—Demolition! We are professionals!"

Myriad Dao Divine Mountain.

Chu Xuanjin withdrew his Divine Thought and yawned.

He couldn't be bothered to care about Wang Duojin's little schemes.

Let him do whatever he wants.

The Myriad Dao Divine Sect at this moment was no longer the small outfit with only a few people it used to be.

Within the Divine Mountain, immortal mist swirled, and Spiritual Qi turned into rain.

Tens of thousands of Disciples were cultivating diligently in their respective Immortal Caves or on the Martial Arts Field.

Their cultivation, at the lowest, was already at the Nascent Soul Stage.

Among them, quite a few had even reached the Void Refining or even the Body Integration realm.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad."

Chu Xuanjin nodded with satisfaction.

"The foundation is quite solid."

"It's just... this efficiency is still a bit too slow."

PS: Inspiration is getting less and less, I'm thinking of stopping updates (sob sob sob).