112: Chapter 112 The Resolute Xuan Yi Sect

Inner Sect Elder Han Song's gaze swept over the crowd in the hall, a cold sneer hanging at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you all."

"The Sect has already received the news; by this evening, three Peak Foundation Establishment Elders will arrive with one hundred Disciples."

"By then, our Xuanyi Sect's manpower in Long City will include four Peak Foundation Establishment Elders alone, with no less than ten more at the Middle Stage and Early Stage Foundation Establishment. How many can your families muster?"

Aside from the Xuanyi Sect, the other three Sects were located quite a distance away, and their own territories were not peaceful either; mobilizing personnel and transporting Spirit Treasures would require a great deal of time and effort.

It would take at least three days at the fastest.

And according to Inner Sect Elder Han Song's plan, once the personnel arrived by evening, they would move to break into the Secret Realm tomorrow; they simply wouldn't have enough time.

Even if they had the time, they couldn't mobilize personnel like the Xuanyi Sect could.

The other three parties exchanged glances, a hint of wariness flashing in their eyes.

Inner Sect Elder Han Song stood up and looked down at everyone from a superior position. "The conditions are laid out here. Whether you agree or not is your business."

"See you at the entrance of the Secret Realm in three days."

"Those who come will follow the rules; if you don't come, my Xuanyi Sect will enter on our own."

With these words, he turned and left, the two Elders behind him hurriedly following.

In the blink of an eye, only the people from the Heavenly Sword Sect, Qingyun Sect, Luoxia Sect, Longcheng City Lords Mansion, and Shanhe County City remained in the hall.

Ding Yuan slammed his fist onto the table, shattering it instantly, his voice as cold and hard as iron.

"This is bullying!"

Li Tai stood up, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Granny Bixia fingered her prayer beads, shook her head, and also left.

City Lord Zhao Kai set down his teacup, stood up, and followed. Xiao Yi smiled, though the smile was somewhat cold, and he walked out with the four young men and women behind him.

Outside the wooden hall.

The night breeze was slightly cool.

City Lord Zhao Kai quickly caught up with Xiao Yi and his group, his Face showing a hint of apology, his voice very low.

"Young Master Xiao, I didn't expect things to turn out like this. As for the Xuanyi Sect…"

"Eh…"

He was halfway through his sentence.

Xiao Yi waved his hand indifferently, that faint smile still hanging on the corner of his mouth, but there was no warmth in his eyes, only a sense of detached composure.

"Mr. Zhao, you need not be troubled."

"We are just here for training. Everything can proceed as the Xuanyi Sect said, and we will pay for the Spirit Stones ourselves."

City Lord Zhao Kai's expression only darkened further; he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately swallowed his words.

He nodded and cupped his hands, saying, "Young Master Xiao is magnanimous. I am ashamed; this matter is due to poor hospitality on our part in Long City, please forgive us."

Xiao Yi did not say anything more, and with the four young men and women behind him, he turned and walked out of the Immortal Market.

City Lord Zhao Kai stood in place, watching the backs of Xiao Yi and his group disappear into the night, his brows furrowed tightly.

The identities of these individuals were not simple. The Xiao Family of Shanhe County City was one of the three great clans of the county city. Their patriarch was a powerful Golden Core Middle Stage Cultivator, and the clan alone had dozens of Foundation Establishment Cultivators. Their influence was immense; a single clan could rival an entire Sect.

Xiao Yi was the eldest grandson of the Xiao Family patriarch and had been regarded as the future successor of the Xiao Family since childhood. His visit to Long City, while called training, was actually for gilding his reputation.

If any accident were to befall him in Long City, the Xiao Family would be enraged, and not just City Lord Zhao Kai, but even the Long City Lord would not be able to bear the consequences.

City Lord Zhao Kai clenched his fists and remained silent for a moment.

"Since the Xuanyi Sect refuses to give us Face, don't blame us in Long City for turning hostile!"

"Go tell my Elder brother to stop all support for the Xuanyi Sect in Long City."

As City Lord Zhao Kai finished speaking, a figure appeared behind him.

"Lord Zhao, much of Long City's revenue is tied to the Xuanyi Sect. If we truly do this, within Long City…"

"The City Lord might not agree to this course of action."

Three days later, at the Mass Grave.

The people of the Xuanyi Sect appeared with great fanfare on this wasteland, which was permeated with Death Qi.

The scattered grave mounds had been cleared in advance, tombstones pushed over and piled to the side, and most of the Death Qi had been dispelled, revealing the parched soil beneath.

Over a hundred Xuanyi Sect Disciples set up camp in the open space at the center of the Mass Grave, with black flags embroidered with Black Birds flapping in the morning breeze.

Around the camp, a dozen Qi Refining Disciples patrolled back and forth; any movement could not escape their perception.

Inner Sect Elder Han Song stood in the center of the camp with his hands behind his back, his hawk-like eyes scanning the surroundings.

Behind him stood three Late Stage Foundation Establishment Elders, each with sharp auras and eyes like lightning.

Further behind.

Were over a dozen Middle Stage and Early Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators, along with over a hundred Qi Refining Disciples.

At this moment.

An Elder approached, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings, his brows furrowed slightly, his voice kept very low: "Inner Sect Elder Han Song, this is, after all, the territory of the Yao Race."

"If we make too much of a commotion, will it…"

He did not finish his sentence, but the meaning was already very clear.

The outer perimeter of Taiyue Mountain was the territory of those few Yao Kings.

If they made such a big scene here, those Yao Kings would not sit idly by.

Inner Sect Elder Han Song smiled disdainfully and waved his hand, his voice as cold and hard as iron: "What territory of the Yao Race?"

"This entire Taiyue Mountain is merely a Trial Grounds specifically left behind by our Immortal Sects."

"Even if those Yao Race in the mountains are unwilling, the most they can do is attack us in secret."

"Now that our Sect flags are here, if they still dare to attack, that is a provocation against our Sect's majesty!"

The Elder opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately swallowed his words.

He nodded, stepped back two paces, and said no more.

Inner Sect Elder Han Song withdrew his gaze and looked toward the depths of the Mass Grave, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly to reveal a cold sneer.

His voice was hoarse and low, as if talking to himself, and also as if speaking to the Elders behind him: "Pass down the order; everyone, stay alert."

"Once everything is prepared, get ready to break into the Secret Realm!"

Meanwhile, inside Taiyue Mountain.

With the Stone Forest as the center, the four great Yao Kings of the outer perimeter gathered with their subordinates.

The Rift-Wind Wolf King arrived first, followed by a Second-Rank Wolf Yao and over thirty First-Rank Grey Wolves. Besides these, there were even more ordinary but sentient Grey Wolves, numbering over a thousand.

They crouched in the open space outside the Stone Forest, their dark green eyes gleaming coldly in the twilight, without making a sound.

The Azure-Horned Deer King followed closely, accompanied by two Second-Rank Deer Yao and over twenty First-Rank Deer Yao.

The Deer Yao stood on the left side of the open space, heads held high, their posture arrogant.

The Iron-Backed Bear King arrived last, followed by about a dozen First-Rank Bear Yao. The Bear Yao crouched on the right side of the open space, breathing heavily with simple, honest sounds, their massive bodies resembling small hills in the twilight.

The Green-Scaled Python did not come; she sent a messenger to say that she had gone to win over those two Second-Rank Poison Yao and would arrive later.

Tiger Biao lay on a giant rock outside the Stone Forest, his steel-needle-like short fur standing on end. His tiger eyes scanned the surroundings, and a low whimper emanated from his throat, intimidating the area.