108: The spirit boat soars through the sky, the golden elixir worships the mountain.

"Silence!"

Chen Yin held him down, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

"Don't act rashly now! Do you want to die under the nose of the Southern Yue Zhao Family?!"

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging killing intent, and said in a raspy voice:

"Remember these two! If you encounter them in the Secret Realm... no need to hold back! New and old grudges will be settled together!"

Tu Gang panted heavily and nodded fiercely. The look he gave the Qi brothers was like a Vicious Beast staring at its prey.

Just as undercurrents surged in the mountain and various parties' thoughts fluctuated—

"Buzz—!!!"

Between heaven and earth, a low and heavy hum suddenly sounded, seemingly originating from the depths of the Nine Netherworlds yet also from beyond the Nine Heavens!

Following that, several gargantuan shadows tore through the distant sky without warning.

At a speed so fast it was inconceivable, they transformed from black specks on the horizon into towering behemoths that covered a patch of the sky, appearing above Yinlong Mountain!

Those were four Spirit Boats larger than one could imagine!

Each one was a hundred zhang long, their entire bodies shimmering with various spiritual lights. The Sect emblems and protective Formations engraved on the hulls emitted a terrifying pressure that made one's Soul tremble—Third-Rank Magical Artifacts!

Magic Treasures comparable to a Golden Core True Person!

"Hiss—!"

Nearly a thousand Cultivators in the mountain, regardless of their cultivation level, almost simultaneously sucked in a breath of cold air, their faces showing looks of horror!

Someone actually dared to pilot Third-Rank Spirit Boats, barging into Yinlong Mountain so ostentatiously and swiftly, flying right before the grand Formation?!

One must know that most Cultivators present didn't even dare to be too presumptuous when hovering in the air with their artifacts, fearing they would offend True Monarch Tianhuo who presided over this place!

What kind of power was this? To dare act so?!

"It's the Jiang Family of Lanshui!"

"And... the Luoxia Sect, Qingsong Valley, and Xuanjian Sect!"

A well-informed Cultivator exclaimed in a low voice, his voice trembling.

Luoxia Sect, Qingsong Valley, Xuanjian Sect!

These were exactly the three remaining Golden Core Sects within the borders of Southern Yue Province!

They did not originate from Southern Yue, but were several Golden Core Immortal Masters who had established great military achievements over a hundred years ago when following the Zhao Kingdom imperial Family to conquer the Profound Purity Sect.

Assigned by their respective Nascent Soul upper sects, they were bridgeheads and extensions of power established here!

This was an open secret throughout almost the entire Zhao Kingdom!

The four Spirit Boats hovered in mid-air, their massive shadows looming below, bringing an unparalleled sense of oppression.

In the next moment, the cabins opened, and from each Spirit Boat, twenty figures filed out, landing lightly in the mountain.

These eighty people included both men and women, and they all appeared to be under forty years old.

But each had a robust Aura, pure magic power, and sharp eyes, carrying the composure and arrogance of Disciples from a major Sect.

After landing, they did not restrain their Auras like other Cultivators; instead, spiritual light faintly emanated from them, their Auras connected, showing extraordinary chemistry and strength.

Among them were those at the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining, and even those at Perfection!

Facing these suddenly descended behemoths and Sect Disciples, most Cultivators in the mountain, including Qi Xuanlin, Wu Mingxuan, and even Chen Yin and others, felt immense pressure.

Qi Xuanlin quickly sent a secret transmission to his Eighth Brother beside him:

"Xuan Tong, did you see clearly?"

"Try to remember the characteristics and clothing of the people who came down from those four Spirit Boats."

"Father had long warned that in the Secret Realm, if you encounter Disciples of Golden Core Sects, unless you have absolute certainty and necessity, avoid direct conflict and do not easily compete with them for Opportunities."

"Their Legacy, Magical Artifacts, and combined attack techniques are far beyond what ordinary families can compare to."

Qi Xuan Tong nodded, trying to carve those extraordinary figures into his mind.

However, just as everyone's minds were awed by these eighty Sect and Family elites and they were secretly measuring themselves against them, an even more shocking scene occurred.

Above the four hovering massive Spirit Boats, a figure quietly flew out from each.

These four figures did not land in the mountain like their Disciples.

Instead, they directly transformed into four streaks of light of different colors, instantly rising in altitude as if merging into the Void Realm!

They sped towards a certain area above Yinlong Mountain!

That was exactly where True Monarch Tianhuo and Celestial Rain Master were hidden.

The four streaks of light faded, turning into four Cultivators with an air of resonance with heaven and earth. They stood in the air and bowed together towards that patch of void:

"Jiang Han, Yun Xia, Song Tao, and Jian Ming pay respects to True Monarch Tianhuo and greetings to Senior Celestial Rain."

The four voices were not loud, but they clearly reached the ears of every Cultivator below, carrying the unique majesty of a Golden Core Immortal Master.

That patch of void rippled slightly, and two figures slowly emerged as if from an ink wash painting.

Leading them was Zhao Xicheng, his red robes fluttering. His gaze swept over the four Golden Core Cultivators before him, who could cause an earthquake in Southern Yue Province with a stomp of their feet.

Among these four, besides Jiang Han of the Lanshui Jiang Family being at the Golden Core Middle Stage, the other three—Yun Xia, Song Tao, and Jian Ming—were all Cultivators at the Golden Core Late Stage, each with their own Titles and famous in their own right.

"You've all come?"

Zhao Xicheng spoke, his voice betraying no emotion, yet naturally carrying a heart-palpitating pressure, like the silence before a volcanic eruption:

"You three Sects are quite generous. Of the twenty slots, I'm afraid many are reserved for the main Sects behind you?"

"Such an Opportunity, to be handed over like this?"

The three Immortal Masters—Yun Xia, Song Tao, and Jian Ming—heard this, their expressions turned slightly solemn, and they lowered their heads in silence.

They represented their respective Sects; some things were understood without being said.

The Nascent Soul upper sects bestowed the foundation; providing some convenience at critical moments was also common sense.

Zhao Xicheng glanced at the three Golden Core Sect Masters, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

These four were all old friends he had known hundreds of years ago.

If not for this old friendship, he wouldn't have tacitly allowed or even supported these three in taking root here.

Seeing that among the people they brought, there were some young faces with pure Auras faintly mixed in, he understood in his heart but was too lazy to take it out on the juniors.

Among the four, only a refined-looking old man in green robes with smile lines at the corners of his eyes looked the most relaxed.

His cultivation was the lowest among the four, having just entered the Golden Core Middle Stage not long ago, and he had no special Title. He was the Old Ancestor of the Lanshui Jiang Family—Jiang Han.

Seeing Zhao Xicheng's gaze sweep over, Jiang Han stroked his long beard and spoke proactively with a smile, his tone familiar and carrying a bit of frankness:

"True Lord, rest assured. My Jiang Family Disciples are connected by blood; there isn't a single outsider."

Zhao Xicheng heard this, and a rare smile appeared on his face. He shook his head and teased:

"Old man Jiang, you certainly know how to breed."

"I heard that in your Lanshui City, there are no less than a hundred direct grandchildren with Spiritual Roots?"

"Twenty slots, I'm afraid they aren't enough for you to distribute?"

"No wonder I see those old fellows below, each with eyes bulging like they want to eat someone."

Jiang Han gave a bitter smile and cupped his hands:

"True Lord must be joking."

"The Jiang Family has many Disciples, and there are many with acceptable Aptitude. Twenty slots are indeed stretched thin."

"We had no choice but to pick the best of the best and let the younger generation compete for them themselves."

His tone was honest, carrying a bit of helplessness.

Celestial Rain Master, watching this scene from the side, was secretly surprised.

This Lanshui Jiang Family and the three Golden Core Sects were the top powers of Southern Yue Province on the surface, but in reality, they were the 'eyes' of the three Nascent Soul upper sects embedded in this province.

Logically, when facing a Nascent Soul True Monarch like Zhao Xicheng with such brilliant combat power and a strong background, even if they didn't grovel, they should be cautious in speech and action.

But seeing this Jiang Han talking and laughing freely, and Zhao Xicheng actually having no temper, even chatting with the casualness of old friends.

And the other three Sect Masters, although very respectful, were not trembling with fear, clearly knowing each other's backgrounds well.