160: Meng family's scheming

Shi Tian cupped his hands in return: "Thank you, Senior Zhao."

The four looked calm and boarded the magnificent Zhao Family Immortal Ship in sequence.

Zhao Shanhe glanced one last time at the solemnly standing clansmen, and said in a deep voice: "You all return to the clan first and strictly guard the ancestral land. If anything goes wrong, bring me your heads!"

"Yes!"

The clansmen responded with awe.

Having given his orders, Zhao Shanhe stepped out and also boarded the Immortal Ship, standing at the bow.

He flicked his sleeve, and majestic immortal power was injected into the hull.

"Buzz—!"

The Immortal Ship emitted a clear buzz, its entire body glowing with brilliant light. With the Formation fully activated, it transformed into a dazzling stream of light, tearing through the sea of clouds and instantly vanishing into the sky, speeding toward the direction of the Shenhuang Celestial Domain.

At Wending Sect, Lin Chen looked into the distance with profound eyes.

Fairy Li Meng said softly: "Sect Master, the forces in the Shenhuang Celestial Domain are deeply rooted, and the Chen Family is even more of a Dragon's Pond and Tiger's Den. Is it wise to let these children go?"

"How can they grow strong without experiencing wind and rain?"

Lin Chen smiled indifferently, unconcerned: "Besides, with that old fox Zhao Shanhe following them, as long as they don't provoke those old monsters, there shouldn't be any problem."

"Moreover, I really want to see what kind of existence the Chen Family, the overlord of the Shenhuang Celestial Domain, truly is."

...Qinggu Heaven Domain, Lanxiao Continent.

Deep within the Meng Family Immortal Estate, in a great hall shrouded in dark shadows, the atmosphere was so heavy it felt like water might drip from it.

Dragon Saliva Incense burned in the hall, and smoke curled upwards, yet it could not dispel the grief and hostility permeating the air.

Madam Zhao, Meng Yujiao, had completely lost her usual grace and luxury.

Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were swollen like peach pits. She knelt down with a "thud" before a middle-aged man wearing a Dark Coiling Dragon Immortal Robe and possessing a majestic face, her voice sharp and choked with sobs:

"Father! Father! You must seek justice for Qian'er and avenge his death!"

That middle-aged man was none other than the current Family Head of the Meng Family, and a renowned True Immortal Realm mighty figure in the Lanxiao Continent—Meng Tianzheng.

He sat upright on the Zitan Immortal Chair, his fingers tightly gripping the armrest.

Hearing his daughter's tearful complaint, his chest heaved violently. He slammed the table, causing the high-grade Spirit Jade Teacup to tremble and buzz.

"Enough! I already know about this matter!"

Meng Tianzheng's voice was low, containing monstrous rage: "That Wending Sect, which popped up from God knows where, is simply too deceitful! How dare they kill my Meng Tianzheng's grandson and treat my Meng Family as nothing!"

"And the Zhao Family! That dog Zhao Ji!"

"This Immortal entrusted my Jiao'er to him, and this is how he looks after my Meng Family Bloodline? Utter trash!"

The Meng Family Grand Elder, who was standing by, immediately stepped forward, bowed, and advised: "Immortal Lord, please calm your anger! This matter... requires careful consideration!"

"The Wending Sect has a mysterious origin, and its Sect Master possesses terrifying methods like reversing life and death and resurrecting a True Immortal."

"We know nothing about their Foundation or background. If we rashly make an enemy of them, I fear..."

"Fear what?!" Meng Yujiao suddenly raised her head and shrieked, interrupting the Grand Elder. Her face was full of venom: "Is the Grand Elder afraid? My Qian'er... he was perfectly fine before he went to the Ruoshui Secret Realm. I personally tidied his robes and saw him off..."

"Who would have thought that this farewell would be an eternal separation!"

"If Father does not seek justice for Qian'er, what meaning is there left in my life? I might as well follow Qian'er now!"

As she spoke, she struggled to get up and throw herself against a hall pillar.

"Jiao'er!"

Meng Tianzheng roared, and a gentle immortal power erupted, confining Meng Yujiao in place.

He looked at his daughter's despairing appearance, and a hint of heartache flashed in his eyes.

"Qian'er was exceptionally talented and carried great Luck. He originally had the potential of a True Immortal. His demise causes me no less pain than it does you."

"This matter is also the fault of both you and me for spoiling him too much in the past!"

Changing the subject, he continued: "However, the path of cultivation is inherently Heaven-Defying, where the weak are prey to the strong!"

"Being ruthless in pursuit of the Dao is generally understandable!"

"He coveted the remnant soul of the Ruoshui True Immortal. His plan was good, but unfortunately... he kicked an iron plate!"

"But this Wending Sect is indeed too strange."

"Possessing the ability to resurrect a True Immortal, yet acting so high-profile, is absolutely not the style of an ordinary Sect."

"For now, we don't need to rush to be the first bird."

Meng Yujiao stopped weeping and looked at her father with tear-filled eyes: "Does Father mean... besides us, others will deal with Wending Sect?"

"Hahaha..."

Meng Tianzheng let out a low, cold laugh: "Jiao'er, think about it. Who in the entire Qinggu Heaven Domain doesn't know that Wending Sect possesses the secret method to defy the heavens and revive a True Immortal's remnant soul?"

"What does such a method mean for cultivators like us?"

"It means a second life!"

"It means breaking through the Lifespan shackles and catching a glimpse of eternal life!"

Meng Tianzheng stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the surging sea of clouds outside, his voice carrying a cold understanding of the world's ways:

"How many of those old monsters who have lived for countless millennia, stuck at a Realm Bottleneck and approaching their limit, can resist such temptation?"

"Wending Sect has such a secret technique, yet they are so high-profile!"

"Do you think, right now, how many pairs of eyes are secretly watching them?"

Meng Yujiao hesitated: "But... aren't they afraid of Wending Sect?"

"Afraid? Of course they'll be afraid!"

Meng Tianzheng turned around, a look of mockery on his face: "But compared to the fear of death, and the desire for eternal life, what does a little risk count for?"

"The Immortal Dao is long and boundless. Who doesn't fear the day their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering?"

"Even if they cannot truly achieve eternal life, living ten thousand or a hundred thousand more years is enough to drive those old fellows mad!"

"Besides, this place is the Lower Heaven. The Law is incomplete, and resources are limited."

"No matter how strong Wending Sect is, could they possibly have a legendary Golden Immortal presiding over them?"

As he finished speaking, terrifying killing intent suddenly burst forth from Meng Tianzheng's eyes, and the aura around him became intensely cold.

"The happier they jump now, the more miserably they will die later!"

"Daring to kill my Meng Tianzheng's grandson simply means they don't regard my Meng Family at all!"

"When the time is right, This Immortal will definitely capture everyone in that Wending Sect, extract their souls, refine their spirits, and cast them into the Nine Nether Purgatory, where they will suffer the eternal torment of heart-burning. Only then will my hatred be quenched!"

The chilling words echoed in the great hall, interweaving with Meng Yujiao's suppressed sobs, forming an overture of revenge.

Beneath the sea of clouds, undercurrents had already begun to stir.

And Wending Sect, countless miles away, remained completely unaware of this.

The storm was brewing quietly... Inside the Wending Sect's main hall, Lin Chen was sitting on the Gilded Treasure Throne with his legs crossed, gesturing in the Void Realm with his fingertips, examining the treasures in the System Shop.

"Tsk, so expensive."

Lin Chen clicked his tongue, just calculating how to fleece the System, when a familiar prompt sounded in his ear.

[Ding! A suitable Disciple has been detected. Please accept him into the Sect for cultivation!]

[After growing up, he can help the Sect conquer the Myriad Heavens and Worlds!]

[Upon completing the mission, you will receive a massive reward!]

A translucent light screen unfolded before his eyes, and pale blue text slowly emerged.