227: Song Xianer's Envy

Gu Liangyuan was speechless. “I just said there was only one, and now you’re returning seven?”

After a long while, Qianqiu reluctantly got out of Gu Liangyuan’s embrace.

Though a blush still lingered on her face, she was secretly delighted in her heart:

This was already the third time she had hugged her Master, and her Master was getting more and more used to it.

They were already hugging, so would kissing be far off?

Thinking of this, Qianqiu suddenly remembered the time she went to the auction with Gu Liangyuan and had secretly tasted him.

At this thought, Qianqiu’s mood improved even further.

“Song Xian’er, oh Song Xian’er, you’re already too late.”

Gu Liangyuan didn’t know what Qianqiu was thinking. After giving Qianqiu a few more instructions and bidding farewell to his Disciples, he mounted the Hunqing Lotus Platform and headed straight for the Supreme Jade Pool.

Not long after Gu Liangyuan left, Song Xian’er couldn’t suppress her curiosity and came to Qianqiu’s palace, asking her:

“Senior Sister, what did Master tell you?”

At this moment, Qianqiu was poring over a memorial. Though she didn’t look up, she could imagine Song Xian’er’s impatient expression, which brought a sly smile to her lips.

She knew Song Xian’er wouldn’t be able to hold back.

In fact, she also intended to show off to Song Xian’er, but she wasn’t in a hurry to speak. Instead, she replied without lifting her head:

“Call me ‘Good Sister,’ and I’ll tell you.”

Upon hearing this, Song Xian’er immediately stood up and left:

“Impossible!”

Qianqiu merely smiled faintly and didn’t stop her.

Everything was within her expectations.

Not long after, Song Xian’er returned, sitting down beside Qianqiu with a sullen face.

Based on Song Xian’er’s past life experience, if it came to wisdom, she wouldn’t be so incompetent.

But once the matter concerned Gu Liangyuan, she would lose her composure.

After a moment of deliberation, Song Xian’er almost squeezed out three words through gritted teeth:

“Good Sister.”

Qianqiu, who had been poring over the memorial, finally looked up. To Song Xian’er’s astonished gaze, she slightly pulled open her collar, revealing a corner of her Twin Phoenix Bellyband.

With Song Xian’er’s discerning eye, she immediately recognized the extraordinary nature of this Bellyband.

A vague sense of unease began to rise in her heart.

Qianqiu’s next sentence directly confirmed her suspicions:

“Isn’t it beautiful? It’s an Ancient Immortal Artifact, a Bellyband, bestowed upon me by Revered Master.”

As she spoke, Qianqiu timely displayed a shy expression on her face.

Qianqiu’s words were extremely destructive. Song Xian’er felt as if countless sharp arrows were shooting towards her heart, and she repeatedly retreated while clutching her chest.

She took a deep breath, and just as she was about to retort, Qianqiu spoke again:

“Revered Master only has this one, you know.”

Critical hit!

Song Xian’er was utterly broken by this single sentence!

“Wuwuwu, I also want Revered Master’s favoritism.”

Yes, what she wanted wasn’t the Ancient Immortal Artifact, but Gu Liangyuan’s favoritism.

“Wuwuwu, I’m not playing anymore.”

Watching Song Xian’er’s dispirited back, Qianqiu smiled smugly.

“That’s for you ruining my good deed last time.”

...

Three days later, above the Supreme Sacred Ground Plaza.

Gu Liangyuan sat cross-legged on the Hunqing Lotus Platform, with Mo Tan Kill across his lap, and Evil Qi swirling around him!

Below, Lü Qingmei and Yang Qiong stood at the forefront, with the Yaochi Six Elders and the Supreme Ten Undergoing Tribulation Cultivators standing behind them.

Tianyi Old Man was also among the Ten Undergoing Tribulation Cultivators.

There were a total of sixteen Undergoing Tribulation powerful Cultivators, twelve Thunder Calamity Realm, and four Fire Calamity Realm. There were no Wind Calamity Realm Cultivators.

Gu Liangyuan had heard from Lü Qingmei that two thousand years ago, both Supreme and Supreme Jade Pool had Wind Calamity Realm Cultivators.

It was just that one of them had passed away in meditation, and the other had Ascended.

The reason why the eight Ancestral Masters of Supreme were in secluded cultivation was to fill this void.

The Revered Masters of the Supreme Seven Peaks and the Revered Masters of the Supreme Jade Pool Six Palaces followed closely behind.

Further back, a total of thirty-six Mahayana Cultivators from Supreme Jade Pool and Supreme stood in formation.

There were those who rode green oxen backward, and those who trod on auspicious clouds.

Some held gourds in one hand, while others wielded steel whips in both hands!

With wide, angry eyes, Vajra methods, and Sword Qi soaring to the sky, each displayed their own techniques!

After the Mahayana Cultivators, one hundred and twenty Body Integration, four hundred Void Refining, and three thousand Soul Transformation Cultivators were neatly arranged!

Behind them, twenty thousand Core Formation Disciples, in groups of five, formed small Five Elements formations, each with complete Five Elements Spiritual Roots.

Each formation was led by a Nascent Soul Elder.

The people on the plaza now were almost the entire strength of Supreme and Supreme Jade Pool.

The remaining Elders and Disciples were either too weak in strength or had to stay behind to maintain the normal operation of the Holy Land.

Supreme had more high-end combat power, while Supreme Jade Pool had more low-end combat power.

The two Holy Lands seemed to have fewer Core Formation and Nascent Soul Realm Cultivators, but in reality, this level of Disciples and Elders was the most numerous.

The reason they seemed few was that those with poor Aptitude and little talent were often assigned to the local properties under the Supreme Sacred Ground, working as shopkeepers or the like.

These people could be said to be spread throughout the Eastern Continent, and even in other continents.

This was precisely the terrifying aspect of a Holy Land. Unless these people were completely eradicated, one never knew when a Genius would emerge from some generation and restore the Holy Land.

The Vajra Holy Land in the West Desert had once been destroyed, but eight thousand years ago, it rose again.

Looking at the Elders and Disciples below, Gu Liangyuan’s heart swelled with heroic pride!

If all these people could Breakthrough one stage, even if he didn’t achieve Immortal Ascension, he wouldn’t be far from it.

But Gu Liangyuan also knew that these were just thoughts for now.

It took years for an ordinary Cultivator to Breakthrough a small stage, and for Cultivators above Soul Transformation, it was measured in centuries or even millennia.

However, he believed that under his leadership, this process would eventually be infinitely shortened.

Beside Supreme and Supreme Jade Pool, Lin Furen stood with her people.

Looking at the grand scene on the plaza, Lin Furen was amazed.

She knew about the merger of the two Families, but she didn’t expect them to be so united.

At Gu Liangyuan’s command, even these old monsters in secluded cultivation had mobilized.

Lin Furen couldn’t help but compare the Jun Family with the two great Holy Lands in her mind.

She suddenly realized that even the Jun Family would gain no advantage against these two Families.

However, what Lin Furen didn’t know was that in the shadows, there were dozens of Mahayana Cultivators and two Undergoing Tribulation Cultivators, leading a group of Body Integration Realm Cultivators, hidden in the dark.

These were the Dao Protectors of the Inner Sect Disciples.

Looking at the scene below, a Mahayana Cultivator spoke with emotion:

“My goodness, with these two Families merged, they directly suppress Taiyi and become the largest force in the Eastern Continent.”

Someone shook his head and retorted: “Not just the Eastern Continent, even the top Families in the Central Continent are nothing more than this.”

Some people’s attention wasn’t on this, but rather they clicked their tongues:

“This Gu Liangyuan is too much of a troublemaker. Last time he went to the Demon Race, this time he’s directly fighting Ancient Mo.”

“And looking at this posture, he’s going to face them head-on!”

“I regret sending my good grandson here. He’s completely under his control.”

Another Mahayana Cultivator glanced at the speaker:

“If you don’t want to go, then don’t. Give me your Enlightenment Tea Leaves, and I’ll find someone to go in your place.”

That Mahayana Cultivator clutched his Storage Pouch and repeatedly retreated: “Old Monster Sun, I warn you, don’t even think about my Enlightenment Tea Leaves.”

The Enlightenment Tea Leaves in their hands were naturally given by Gu Liangyuan.

Gu Liangyuan knew that favors would eventually run out, so he gifted them Enlightenment Tea Leaves to ask for their help.

These people were old and cunning, and initially, they weren’t very willing.

Who would risk their lives for some spiritual treasures?

But when they saw the situation on the field, they completely lost their worries.

For these people to go and destroy the Zhuge Family was simply like “Gu Liangyuan emasculating Emperor Tian—effortlessly done.”

Where could one find such a good deal, getting Enlightenment Tea Leaves just for fighting a winning battle and cheering them on?

Another reason was that although some of these people were from other continents, the majority were Eastern Continent Cultivators.

Although they called themselves Hidden Families, they also understood that if the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact?

If Ancient Mo truly occupied the Eastern Continent, with Mo Emperor’s intolerant personality, how could these people have a good outcome?

Various reasons converged, leading them to decide to help Gu Liangyuan!