80: The confused Holy Lord Lingxiao

Xuan Yangzi stared at the glowing treasure on the ground and the remaining traces beneath, his pupils shrinking for a long time.

He slowly exhaled, his voice a little stiff: "You acted… a little too fast."

He raised a hand to rub his brow, not dwelling on why Gu Changge suddenly attacked, but instead frowned immediately, pacing back and forth, his fingertips unconsciously tapping his palm.

"Now we’re in trouble. Lingxiao Holy Land lost a Peak Saint Elder, and they’ll definitely investigate. Although our Azure Profound Sect is stronger than before, compared to a Holy Land with an ancient Legacy, we’re still far behind—if they send a Saint King Realm Cultivator, we won't be able to stop him!"

The more he thought about it, the more worried he became, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding Purple Bamboo as his mind raced.

"We need to quickly reinforce the Sect's Formation and gather the Core Disciples near the Forbidden Ground… Oh, and we need to send people to other forces in Xuan Province to inquire if Lingxiao Holy Land has any informants in the Eastern Domain.

Changge, though you are powerful, the Holy Land's Supreme Emperor Weapon is not to be trifled with. If it really comes to a fight, we…"

Before he could finish, he saw Gu Changge leaning back in a bamboo chair, looking at him with a half-smile, a gentle helplessness in his eyes.

Xuan Yangzi then realized how nervous he had been, his old face reddening, but he still insisted, "It's not that I'm making a fuss over nothing; it's just that the Holy Land's foundation is too deep, and we must be on guard…"

"Senior Brother is indeed a competent Sect Master."

Gu Changge suddenly spoke, his tone carrying genuine praise.

"However, it's not that much trouble."

He stood up, raised his hand, and patted Xuan Yangzi's shoulder.

"Come with me."

Xuan Yangzi hadn't yet understood what "not that much trouble" meant when he suddenly felt a blur before his eyes, a gentle yet irresistible force enveloped him, and a dizzying sensation of spinning instantly assailed him.

He didn't even have time to close his eyes; the sound of the wind in his ears changed from the elegant bamboo fragrance of Zizhu Peak to a strange wind carrying rich Spiritual Qi.

In just an instant, the dizziness receded.

Xuan Yangzi abruptly stabilized himself, subconsciously circulating Spiritual Qi to protect his body, and looked up, only to instantly freeze in place, his mouth open wide enough to fit a spirit fruit.

Beneath his feet were continuous, magnificent buildings, their halls paved with white jade, and the wind chimes hanging from the eaves exuded a faint Saintly aura.

In the distance, there were also cloud-shrouded Peaks, where King Realm Cultivators could vaguely be seen moving about!

Even more alarming to him was that deep within the Holy Land, many oppressive auras were faintly discernible.

Those were the fluctuations of the Saint King Realm, and even the Great Saint Realm!

There was also an artifact slumbering deep within a hall, which, though not awakened, made his Soul tremble from its depths.

"Th-this is…"

Xuan Yangzi's voice was trembling. Only after confirming it wasn't an illusion did he suddenly turn to look at the composed Gu Changge beside him.

"Changge! Where exactly is this place?"

Gu Changge raised his hand and pointed to the white jade halls below. The four gilded characters "Lingxiao Holy Land" above the main gate were particularly dazzling in the sunlight.

His tone was as relaxed as if he were introducing his own backyard: "Here, this is Lingxiao Holy Land."

Xuan Yangzi followed his finger, and the moment he saw those four characters, his brain buzzed as if struck by a heavy hammer.

He staggered back half a step, staring intently at Gu Changge, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"You, you actually brought me directly above Lingxiao Holy Land?! This is a Central Domain Holy Land! Billions of miles away from the Eastern Domain! How could you…"

He couldn't even complete his sentence—teleporting billions of miles, and silently avoiding the Holy Land's Formations and the Great Saint Realm Cultivator's perception, such methods had long exceeded his understanding of "cultivation."

Xuan Yangzi felt parched, looking at Gu Changge as if he were looking at a monster.

Gu Changge watched Xuan Yangzi's stunned, almost jumping reaction, and a faint smile touched his lips, offering no further explanation.

He merely raised his right hand and gently made a grabbing motion towards the Lingxiao Holy Land below—the action as casual as picking up a stone by the roadside.

Before Xuan Yangzi could even discern his movements, he saw a faint glow suddenly emanate from Gu Changge's palm. The light pierced through the clouds and plunged directly into the core halls of the Holy Land below.

The next second, the light enveloped a figure and rapidly ascended, appearing before the two of them in the blink of an eye.

Xuan Yangzi focused his gaze and was instantly dumbfounded—

The person was wearing a silk pajama embroidered with gold threads, his hair was messy, his face still carried the grogginess of just waking up, and there was even a bit of uncleaned drool at the corner of his mouth, looking just like a child forcibly dragged out of bed.

"Who dares disturb my peaceful sleep…"

The person rubbed his eyes, his voice hazy and carrying the lazy arrogance common to those in power. But as soon as his hand dropped and he saw the scene before him, his entire body instantly stiffened like a statue.

He first blinked blankly, then looked down at his pajamas, then looked up at the empty high altitude and the Lingxiao Holy Land below, his mind completely crashing.

"You, who are you?"

He pointed at Gu Changge, his voice wavering, then suddenly touched his own face.

"Who am I again? Oh right, I'm Lingxiao Holy Land Master… No, wasn't I sleeping?!"

The more he spoke, the more confused he became, even raising his hand to pinch his own thigh, wincing in pain, but instantly sobering up—

It wasn't a dream!

The biting cold wind of the high altitude on his face, the familiar Lingxiao Holy Land halls below, and the faint, discernible pressure from the two unfamiliar Cultivators before him all told him: he had been abducted!

Who was this person? To be able to silently bypass the Holy Land's Formations and the Old Ancestor's perception, and directly seize him.

Lingxiao Holy Land Master took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging waves in his heart, and straightened his back. Even in his wrinkled pajamas, he tried to project the majesty of a Holy Land Master.

"Your Excellencies, who are you? Why have you abducted this Master here? Do you know that this Master is the Holy Master of Lingxiao Holy Land? Your actions, are you trying to make an enemy of the entire Lingxiao Holy Land?"

His words were firm, but his fingertips secretly gathered Spiritual Qi within his sleeve—on one hand, he tried to activate the communication jade talisman hidden in the secret pocket of his pajamas, hoping to inform the Holy Land's Old Ancestor to come to his rescue.

On the other hand, he secretly activated his Divine Soul connection with the Holy Land's Supreme Emperor Weapon, wanting to awaken the slumbering Supreme Emperor Weapon. Even if he could only draw out a trace of its Emperor's might, it would be enough to deter the other party.

But the next second, he found his Spiritual Qi sinking like a stone into the sea, the communication jade talisman was unresponsive, and his Divine Soul connection with the Supreme Emperor Weapon was cut off by an invisible barrier, without even a hint of sensation.

Lingxiao Holy Land Master's face changed dramatically. He suddenly looked up at Gu Changge, only to see the other party looking at his sleeve with a half-smile, a wisp of green light casually twirling between his fingertips.

"Holy Master is quite composed. You've been captured here, yet you're still thinking of sending messages and summoning the Supreme Emperor Weapon?"

As his voice fell, Gu Changge flicked his finger lightly, and the wisp of green light landed on Lingxiao Holy Land Master.

The Holy Master felt his entire body go numb, his Spiritual Qi instantly confined, unable to even move a finger. He could only watch as Gu Changge, with a spatial grab, took the communication jade talisman from the secret pocket of his pajamas and casually crushed it.

"You…"

Lingxiao Holy Land Master was both shocked and enraged, but could only force himself not to show panic.

"Your Excellency, what exactly do you want? If it's for resources or treasures, Lingxiao Holy Land can provide them; if it's for grievances, please state them clearly!"