233: Meeting

Xuanqing Sect.

Suqing Peak.

After True Person Gu Li and True Person Qingmu departed.

The two left the Xuanqing Sect.

One headed towards the Spirit Void Sect, and the other towards the Jiang Family.

Inside the Spirit Void Sect, when Elder Chu brought the invitation card, branded with the Xuanqing Sect's lightning pattern, to True Monarch Tianya, True Monarch Tianya's heart sank.

"True Monarch, Qingmu of Xuanqing Sect just visited and delivered this invitation card."

Elder Chu found True Monarch Tianya, bowed respectfully, and handed over the invitation card.

True Monarch Tianya's face was ashen as he took the invitation card and opened it.

"Seventh day of the seventh month, a gathering at Xuanqing."

"He Run bows."

Inside the invitation card, there were only eight seal characters and a name.

As True Monarch Tianya focused his gaze, a thunderclap suddenly exploded before his eyes from within the seal characters.

Lightning surged and weaved within the invitation card.

"Hmph!"

True Monarch Tianya's expression changed, and he let out a cold snort. His Aura abruptly erupted, and his Dharma power surged into the invitation card.

On the invitation card.

Two Auras continuously chased and collided.

True Monarch Tianya's expression grew even more solemn.

Elder Chu stood to the side, feeling the immense Aura from True Monarch Tianya, and continuously retreated, exiting the pavilion.

A moment later.

Inside the pavilion, the Aura receded.

Elder Chu hastily entered the pavilion and saw True Monarch Tianya sitting calmly on a meditation cushion, seemingly unchanged.

"True Monarch..."

Elder Chu's face showed worry, and he was about to speak when True Monarch Tianya interrupted him.

"It's nothing, withdraw."

True Monarch Tianya's face was expressionless, and he waved his hand casually, signaling Elder Chu to leave.

"This..."

"Yes, True Monarch."

Elder Chu's expression changed, he wanted to say something but didn't, then bowed and retreated.

After Elder Chu retreated.

True Monarch Tianya's expression was no longer calm. He extended his left hand, palm open, revealing fragments of the invitation card.

"Middle Nascent Soul Stage..."

He couldn't suppress the Dharma power that True Lord Herun had casually left in the invitation card without damage, causing the invitation card to shatter directly.

If they were to fight head-on, he would certainly not be his opponent.

"What's due to come will always come..."

True Monarch Tianya's expression was somewhat despondent.

According to the current situation in Qingzhou, the safest course of action would be to retreat now, which would be the best strategy.

However, the effort True Monarch Tianya had poured into this place, as well as the immense profits, prevented him from giving it up.

He established a sub-sect here, and he alone received eighty percent of the profits generated under its jurisdiction, with only the remaining twenty percent needing to be sent back to the main sect.

If he were to leave now.

Returning to the sect, with two Middle Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators above him, even if the Spirit Void Sect's power was vast, it wouldn't yield as much as the profits from Qingzhou.

In this way, his distance from achieving a Breakthrough to the Middle Nascent Soul Stage would increase by another step.

However, staying here might mean facing three Nascent Soul (Yuan Ying) forces/power levels, and all three of these families were now stronger than him.

This meeting on the seventh day of the seventh month, he might not even be able to retreat safely.

"Damn it..."

"If not for True Monarch Han Feng (Cold Maple)'s actions, why would I be so passive?"

True Monarch Tianya cursed under his breath.

If True Monarch Han Feng (Cold Maple), a Middle Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, hadn't retreated, with the two of them present, the situation wouldn't be so passive.

As for not attending the appointment... True Monarch Tianya shook his head, there was no escaping it!

True Monarch Tianya's eyes were unfocused. After a long time, he sighed deeply, ultimately not issuing an order to leave.

Inside the pavilion, silence fell for a time.

Jiang Family ancestral land.

Jiang Family Clan Chief Jiang Fengmin arrived near two figures who were playing chess, holding an invitation card.

"Old Ancestor Beiming, Old Ancestor Qiuyan, Gu Li of Xuanqing Sect has sent an invitation card."

Jiang Fengmin spoke respectfully.

"It really came!"

"Great Uncle's foresight is divine."

Among them, an old-looking Early Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator paused and said to an old man in front of him.

This old Cultivator was Jiang Qiuyan, the newly advanced Nascent Soul True Lord of the Jiang Family.

And the Cultivator playing chess with him was True Monarch Beiming, the Jiang Family's long-standing pillar of strength, Jiang Beiming.

Jiang Beiming was Jiang Qiuyan's great uncle.

However, judging by their appearance, Jiang Qiuyan looked much older.

This was because Jiang Qiuyan attained the Golden Core Stage at a much older age than Jiang Beiming.

True Monarch Beiming lifted Jiang Family Clan Chief Jiang Fengmin, then with a sweep of his Dharma power, took the invitation card from Jiang Fengmin's hand.

Opening it, he saw.

It also had eight seal characters.

Upon opening, lightning was revealed on it.

Jiang Beiming's face sank, and he decisively acted. Jiang Qiuyan also didn't idle.

The two joined forces.

After a short while.

The lightning was gone, and the invitation card had several cracks, but it didn't completely shatter.

"So strong, is this the power of the Middle Nascent Soul Stage?"

Jiang Qiuyan's expression was slightly stunned.

Only by experiencing it firsthand could one truly perceive the power of the Middle Nascent Soul Stage.

"I originally thought that with your advancement to Nascent Soul, Qiuyan, our Jiang Family would be able to turn the tide, but I didn't expect..."

Jiang Beiming gave a bitter laugh.

The Jiang Family had been dormant for these past few years, hoping to produce another Nascent Soul Cultivator and restore their former glory.

They hadn't expected the two from Xuanqing Sect and the Zhou Family to advance so quickly.

"Fengmin, reply to Xuanqing Sect and tell them that Qiuyan and I will both arrive on time."

Jiang Beiming said to Jiang Fengmin, who was waiting by his side.

"Yes, Old Ancestor Beiming."

Jiang Fengmin listened to their conversation, sighed inwardly, helpless, and could only agree, then retreated.

Yingyang Commandery.

Cloud Dream Marsh, boundless marshland.

Zhou Leren arrived at the center of the marshland with a Jade Slip in his hand.

"Old Ancestor."

"News from Xuanqing Sect, the three True Lords from Spirit Void Sect and the Jiang Family have all agreed to attend the meeting."

Zhou Leren reported to an azure blue pearl that had emerged from the water.

Inside the precious bead, a snake shadow appeared.

His Divine Sense swept through the Jade Slip.

"Understood."

Mo Xuan retracted his Divine Sense.

This was originally a decision made after True Lord Herun communicated with him.

After all, he and True Lord Herun already possessed overwhelming power.

Although their core strength was still a weakness.

But it didn't prevent them from expanding their influence further.

The precious bead flashed and disappeared, re-entering the water.

Zhou Leren retreated.

A month later.

Seventh day of the seventh month.

Cloud Dream Marsh.

A Black Giant Serpent, fifteen hundred zhang long, slowly emerged from the water.

Its majestic, ferocious, mysterious, and profound giant snake body was fully displayed between heaven and earth.

Mo Xuan looked down towards Jade Moon Peak and gave instructions to Zhou Leren.

Afterward, the giant Black Giant Serpent suddenly vanished, and spatial ripples surged.

Xuanqing Sect.

High in the sky.

A palace stood amidst the clouds.

Upon it were the characters 'Zhenglei'.

In Zhenglei Hall.

True Lord Herun had been waiting here for a long time.

As Mo Xuan arrived.

True Lord Herun went out to greet him.

"They haven't arrived yet."

True Lord Herun welcomed Mo Xuan, who had already shrunk his body, inside.

Inside the hall, winding streams flowed, and mist drifted, like a celestial realm.

Mo Xuan nodded, not minding it.

After some time.

The one person and one snake, who were conversing and sipping tea, stopped their actions and, with a movement, appeared outside Zhenglei Hall.

In the distance, two Cultivators wearing robes embroidered with the character 'Jiang' emerged from space.

"Brother He Run, Fellow Daoist Mo."

Jiang Beiming was the first to salute.