210: Chapter 210 Blood Demon Saint Ancestor

Following Qin Xiaobo's gaze, Lin Bei was momentarily stunned.

Two Cultivators, ignoring the strange gazes from all around, were tightly embracing each other.

The crowded throng, surprisingly, made an exception and avoided the two, leaving them a wide expanse of space.

The two's Middle Stage Saint cultivation was only one reason; the most important thing was...

They were simply too bizarre!

The man among them was as handsome as jade and extraordinarily dashing, while that female Cultivator was so repulsive that just one look at her made people feel nauseous...

If not for fearing the two's strength, many Cultivators would have nearly vomited on the spot.

Yet, these two were inseparable, never parting for even a moment.

"Are those them?" Lin Bei's eyes flashed, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Seeing Dongfang Meng, he suddenly thought of a question.

"Dongfang Meng lost his compass and cannot return to the Immortal Realm. The Immortal Realm will definitely have people trying every possible way to bring him back. Could the Immortals who descended to the Lower Realm this time also be carrying this objective?"

Upon this thought, Lin Bei did not hesitate; he took out the ten thousand demon tower and shouted loudly toward the distance.

"Dongfang Meng, Jiao Yufeng, are you two not ashamed?"

"Ah?" The two had not expected to be recognized and turned their heads in unison to look.

"Whoosh!"

Under the terrifying suction force of the ten thousand demon tower, this pair of handsome man and ugly woman vanished instantly from where they stood.

Taking advantage of the fact that others had not yet reacted, Lin Bei pulled Qin Xiaobo and teleported away.

A moment later, the place began to buzz with discussion.

"Sigh! The number of experts in the Ancient Continent is truly increasing more and more!"

"Who is to say otherwise? Those two just now were clearly two Saints, yet they were directly taken away by someone!"

"It's good that they were taken! They were too disgusting! If an Immortal happened to see them, it's not impossible that they would be wiped out with a snap of their fingers!"

"That's true..."

Lin Bei and Qin Xiaobo reappeared, already only a few miles away from Immortal Communication Peak.

Here, it was packed so tightly that not even water could pass through; many Cultivators who had reached the Dragon Transformation Realm were gathered here.

"Make way! Make way!"

"Pushing, pushing, pushing! What the hell are you pushing for!"

"Exactly. Either do like those Saints and teleport in, or just stay here honestly!"

Conflicts erupted from time to time within the crowd.

Lin Bei and his companion looked at each other, shook their heads with a laugh, and their figures vanished once more.

Within a thousand feet of Immortal Communication Peak, every single person was a Cultivator from top major forces like Holy Lands and Imperial Dynasties.

"Haha... Ziyin, doesn't your Purple Mansion Holy Land always pride itself on being transcendent? What's this? Coming to suck up to the Immortals this time too?"

The leader of the Purple Mansion Holy Land party was a white-haired middle-aged man whose cultivation was already at the Saint Peak.

He glanced at the person who spoke, "Erha, how my Purple Mansion Holy Land conducts itself is not for your Yinyue Dynasty to dictate!"

Saint Erha was the strongest Saint in the Yinyue Dynasty besides Old Ancestor Yixi, and he was also a Saint Peak.

He stared at the white-haired middle-aged man for a while, then suddenly grinned.

"Ziyin, I don't think there is any need for us to be so hostile. Now that we have a common enemy, we should definitely be able to cooperate!"

"A common enemy?"

"Indeed! I heard that the Lord of the Heavenly Court once abducted your Holy Land's Saintess to be a maid. For these past two years, it has caused the Purple Mansion Holy Land to suffer endless criticism and lose face..."

"And my Yinyue Dynasty also holds a grudge against him that will not end until one of us dies!"

"Pfft..." The white-haired middle-aged man couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Erha, are you an idiot yourself, or do you take me for one?"

He raised a hand and pointed at the golden ranking list hanging high in the sky, "I wish the Lord of the Heavenly Court would abduct a few more maids from the Purple Mansion Holy Land!"

Erha's face immediately darkened, his teeth grinding with a crunching sound.

He understood the other's meaning. On the Golden Earth Ranking, the names of contemporary Prodigy Saints had already reached forty.

But what chilled the bones of all other Cultivators in the Ancient Continent was that all forty of these people came from the Heavenly Court!

Zixia's name was hanging at the twenty-ninth position.

Watching Saint Erha rendered speechless, Saint Ziyin's lips curled slightly.

"That group of Sacred Beasts from Shudao Mountain, the Saints from the Sacred Heart Mansion, plus these Prodigy Saints—the number of Saints in the Heavenly Court has already exceeded one hundred!"

"What's more, the Heavenly Court also has a genuine Great Emperor! Although I've heard they aren't very good at fighting, they are still a Great Emperor!"

"To be honest, that your Yinyue Dynasty still exists today already surprises me!"

As his last sentence fell, Erha's body trembled.

How could the Yinyue Dynasty not understand what the other party was saying?

In fact, for this recent period, the entire Yinyue Dynasty had been shrouded in gloom, worrying every moment that the Heavenly Court would suddenly make a move against them.

Under this tremendous pressure, they sometimes even wished the Heavenly Court would come sooner and just get it over with!

A few breaths later, Erha forcibly steadied his emotions and said coldly, "What does it matter how prosperous a force is if it is destined for destruction?"

"The Heavenly Court of the past, headed by the Heavenly Emperor, with multiple Emperors coexisting—so what? Didn't it still turn to dust?"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes..." Saint Ziyin smiled mockingly, "But I'm afraid your Yinyue Dynasty won't live to see that day!"

Saint Erha snorted coldly and stopped responding, but a glint flashed in his eyes.

Originally, my Yinyue Dynasty had indeed resigned itself to fate, but now Immortals have descended to the Lower Realm! We might not be without a chance! Saints... no matter how many Saints there are, they are just clay chickens and pottery dogs before an Immortal!

Situations like theirs were not uncommon here.

It was rare for the top forces of the five regions of the Ancient Continent to gather in one place, so it was inevitable that those with past grudges would clash.

However, everyone was still relatively restrained, and no one dared to make a move at this time.

"Fellow Daoists!" Just at this moment, the voice of an eerie man with a head of red hair draped over his shoulders suddenly rose, echoing throughout this region.

Immediately, the Saints who were reminiscing, discussing the Dao, or confronting each other all quieted down, looking at the red-haired man with some strangeness.

Everyone gathered here was a person of standing; it was impossible for them to submit to any one of them. Did this red-haired Cultivator intend to teach them how to do things?

Even if he was one of the few Great Saints here.

"Old Monster Blood Demon! If you have something to say, spit it out. Stop acting like a big shot!"

A voice came from the crowd, drawing bursts of laughter from everyone.

Blood Demon Holy Ancestor did not pay attention to the person who called out; he scanned his surroundings and finally fixed his gaze on Immortal Communication Peak.

"The Immortals have descended, and the Cultivators of the Ancient Continent should welcome them. This is the will of the Immortal Realm!"

As soon as these words left his mouth, many Cultivators around him frowned.

"The strongest force in the Ancient Continent today is undoubtedly the Heavenly Court!" Blood Demon Holy Ancestor continued.

"But now, this strongest force has not sent a single person to welcome the arrival of the Immortals. How can this reflect the Ancient Continent's reverence for the Immortals?"

Hearing this, some Cultivators couldn't help but nod along involuntarily.

"Therefore, I hope that the forces present who have good relations with the Heavenly Court can represent everyone and persuade the Lord of the Heavenly Court to come and welcome the Immortals together!"

"Otherwise, if the Immortals get angry, there is no guarantee what might happen!"

Blood Demon Holy Ancestor finished speaking and said nothing more.

"Fellow Daoist Blood Demon speaks with some reason..."

"Indeed, what if the Immortals get angry and implicate us?"

"Hmph! As the strongest force in the Ancient Continent, the Heavenly Court actually lacks any sense of responsibility!"

"You can't say that. Before, when the Destroyers were wreaking havoc, the Heavenly Court contributed the most!"

Listening to the discussions coming from the crowd from time to time, Blood Demon Holy Ancestor kept his expression calm on the surface, but inwardly he was somewhat smug.

"A thousand-mile dike collapses from an ant's nest! By slowly worsening the image of the Heavenly Court in the minds of all Cultivators, one day it will bring disaster to the Heavenly Court!"

"Hm?" When he came back to his senses, he discovered a large foot actually stepping on the top of his head!