754: Chapter 754 Lingbao Soul Flag

"Neither of our identities makes it convenient for us to take over, lest it provoke dissatisfaction from other factions." Lu Bihe picked up her teacup and took a sip.

Pavilion Master Sima Jingting sneered: "Lu Bihe, are you putting on an act of righteousness for me at a time like this?"

Your expression remained unchanged, but your heart stirred slightly.

So, this vixen turned out to be Lu Bihe.

"Pavilion Master Sima Jingting, what do you mean?" Lu Bihe put down her teacup and looked at him.

"Ziyang Star is not your territory. You ran over to open Wangyou Pavilion and even secretly snatched the Opportunity of the Sima Family, yet now you are pretending to be a good person?"

"Opportunities have no owner and are gained through strength; what is wrong with that?"

"Fine, I won't bicker with you about last time," Pavilion Master Sima Jingting's voice grew a bit colder, "but you must help me secure this position of City Lord."

"Aren't you afraid others will say you broke the rules?"

"Heh, who said my people took over? Can't I just find a Puppet?" Pavilion Master Sima Jingting smiled faintly.

"What's in it for me?"

"Twenty percent for you."

"I want thirty percent."

"Don't go too far; thirty percent has to be handed upward."

Lu Bihe picked up her teacup, took another sip, and spoke unhurriedly: "Isn't how much is handed over entirely up to you to decide? Or how about this... West City belongs to me, and I will provide the manpower for West City."

Pavilion Master Sima Jingting frowned and was silent for a moment.

His fingers tapped twice on the armrest before stopping: "Fine, send people to take over."

Having said that, he prepared to stand up.

"Wait." Lu Bihe raised her hand.

"What? Going back on your word?"

"No," Lu Bihe smiled, "I've always had an idea; I wonder if Fellow Daoist Sima is willing to hear it?"

"Let's hear it." Pavilion Master Sima Jingting sat back down.

"Immortal Venerable Liu of the Heavenly Palace has always been dissatisfied with Sword Cultivators. Why don't we borrow strength to eradicate the Tianyin Sect and the Heavenly Sword Sect? How does that sound?" A cold glint flashed in Lu Bihe's eyes.

Pavilion Master Sima Jingting stroked his chin and pondered.

"Rest assured," Lu Bihe's voice lowered slightly, "both the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Tianyin Sect have spies from the Heavenly Palace. As long as we bribe them and have them report false intelligence, the Heavenly Palace will naturally send people to encircle and suppress them."

Pausing, she intentionally leaned forward, revealing her cleavage, and lowered her voice: "By then, won't this vast Ziyang Star fall effortlessly into your and my hands?"

Pavilion Master Sima Jingting glanced at her chest, swallowed, and smiled: "Brilliant. But let's wait two years for this matter; let's stabilize the Immortal City first before talking."

"Good, happy cooperation." Lu Bihe nodded with a smile.

Pavilion Master Sima Jingting glanced at her with a smile, then slowly stood up, his figure flickering before disappearing.

Lu Bihe looked at his empty chair, the corners of her mouth slowly curving upward.

After hearing their conversation, your expression sank.

Lu Bihe, you remember her.

Grand Elder of the Lu Clan Immortal Clan, her status within the clan is not low.

She is also a hidden piece of Venerable Tianming, no wonder she is so familiar with Pavilion Master Sima Jingting.

Another of your simulation deaths was also related to her.

You originally didn't want to make too many enemies—after all, she is a person of the Lu Clan Immortal Clan, and within the Lu Clan Immortal Clan, there are factions; some rely on the academy, some rely on the Holy Land, and some rely on the Heavenly Palace.

First-class immortal clans that place bets on multiple sides are everywhere, and the Sima Family is no exception, except that their focus leans toward the Heavenly Palace.

You are not worried about the Lu Clan Immortal Clan itself; mainly, they have a deep relationship with the academy, are also entangled with Venerable Yuqing, and might even be connected to the Holy Land.

Those like the Sima Family that completely lean toward the Heavenly Palace are actually easier to deal with.

But a clan like the Lu Clan that places bets on multiple sides and touches a bit of everywhere is instead troublesome.

You never expected that the annihilation of the Tianyin Sect would be related to this old witch.

Although it was killing with a borrowed knife, you are clear—the Immortal Domain is too vast, so vast that the Heavenly Palace would ignore a third-rate faction.

If Lu Bihe hadn't pushed it forward, the Tianyin Sect might not necessarily have been destroyed.

Should you kill her now?

As the thought turned, you suppressed it.

Only with her alive will people from the Heavenly Palace come.

Opportunities to intercept and kill a Heavenly Palace Mahayana are not many; it is worth waiting.

Time rushed by, half a month later,

A bottom-tier faction called "Tai Xuan Sect" took over the City Lord's Mansion.

The reputation of the "Three Heroes of Tai Xuan" spread throughout the entire city—Chang Yuan served as City Lord, and Duan De and Luo Jing served as Deputy City Lords.

Naturally, you knew these three people.

Strangely, neither the Heavenly Sword Sect nor the Tianyin Sect made a sound, as if they hadn't seen it.

On this day,

The City Lord's Mansion hosted a grand banquet, and hundreds of factions within the city came to offer gifts.

Duan De stuck out his big belly, smiling broadly: "Welcome, welcome! Ah, Sect Leader Yang is here; drink a couple more cups later."

"Congratulations, City Lord Duan! Congratulations, congratulations!"

"Easy to say, easy to say, hahaha."

Luo Jing was also greeting people with a smile on his face: "Yo, Guild Master Qiao has also come? Welcome, welcome."

"Congratulations, City Lord Luo, please take care of us in the future!"

"Rest assured, Guild Master Qiao, your business is my business."

The entire City Lord's Mansion was bustling with people coming and going, exceptionally lively.

Suddenly,

A figure appeared out of thin air above the City Lord's Mansion—an old man with Soul Transformation cultivation.

"Is there still any rule in Ziyang Immortal City? Didn't they say the Three Great Factions take turns sitting in charge? When did it become your three goods' turn to take over?" The old man swept a cold gaze downward.

The hundreds of people inside the hall all took a few steps back in unison, watching the show with smiles.

Chang Yuan took a step forward, his tone calm: "Your Excellency doesn't seem to understand the rules. Our Tai Xuan Sect took over Wanling Valley, isn't that one of the Three Great Factions?"

"What a joke. This old man's strength is far above yours; this position of City Lord should rightfully be sat in by me. If the three of you know what's good for you, then submit to me."

"Senior, I respect you for being elderly, but misfortune comes from the mouth; be careful you can't take back your words." Chang Yuan's expression was composed.

"Courting death!"

With an angry shout, the old man raised his hand and pressed down.

But the instant he raised his hand, the firmament suddenly darkened for a split second—a soul banner appeared out of thin air, then instantly unfolded, a chilling aura pressing down overwhelmingly.

The old man abruptly turned his head, his expression changing drastically.

It was too late.

A netherworld soul chain crawled out from the banner, instantly locking onto his Primordial Spirit, forcefully dragging it out and pulling it into the banner.

The soul banner abruptly retracted, turning into a streak of escaping light that vanished from sight.

The entire process took no more than a breath, and the people in the City Lord's Mansion all sucked in a breath of cold air.

The old man's corpse fell from mid-air, smashing onto the ground with a loud boom, cracking open a shallow pit on the ground.

Chang Yuan walked over with a smile, lowered his head to glance at it, and spat: "Bah, old thing, didn't even think about why I am able to sit in this position."

He raised his hand to collect the corpse, turned his head to look at the guests, put on a smiling face again, and continued greeting them.

Meanwhile, on the balcony private seat of Wangxian Tower, you watched this scene with a plain expression.

That old man was full of Evil Qi, only heavier and not lighter than the three of Chang Yuan, clearly having killed even more people.

Neither side was any good bird, and you had no interest in managing it.

As for the person who made a move, it was naturally Lu Bihe.

She toyed with the Spirit Treasure soul banner in her hand and smiled at you.

You turned your head away and ignored her.

But you remembered that soul banner—it had the aura of billions of souls.