173: Shen Qian: Shen Li is a good boy!

Within an unnamed Immortal Palace, there were only a few people.

Hidden by clouds, Grand Master Shenqian sat on a side seat.

He watched the Cultivators celebrating in countless illusory reflections.

Among them were his own Cultivators.

There were Cloud Sea Sword Sect Cultivators.

Jiaoyang Immortal Sect, Beast Taming Immortal Sect, and even Lou Lan Remnant.

Half-Yao… and even Yin Nether Sect.

As he watched, he gnawed on dried rations, clicking his tongue in wonder and commenting on the heroes of the world.

When he saw the Disciples of the Cloud Sea Sword Sect, he didn't forget to disparage them a bit.

Below him, an elder from the Cloud Sea Sword Sect, dressed in golden robes, sat upright.

His expression was indifferent, and his gaze towards Shen Qian held a hint of displeasure.

Shen Qian whistled, leaning back in his chair, naturally ignoring the sinister gaze of this old dog.

Qingchi Mountain would never show weakness in front of outsiders, so his purpose in displaying this attitude was very simple.

If you're not convinced, then fight.

Isn't it just the Cloud Sea Sword Sect? We, Qingchi Mountain, are barefoot and not afraid of those with shoes; the territory we own is just some trash left over by the Yin Nether Sect.

If your Cloud Sea Sword Sect, which has managed fertile land for ten thousand years, loses, then I will have a full meal!

Go big, finish early!

Amidst this strange atmosphere, a scruffy middle-aged man from the Jiaoyang Immortal Sect, who hadn't moved for a long time in the Immortal Palace, was soundly asleep in his seat.

The sound constantly vibrated throughout the entire Immortal Palace, clearly making Shen Qian's whiskers involuntarily twitch.

Clearly, this was an existence at the same Realm as him.

A Great True Person.

This person was a bit too unrestrained, but for the Jiaoyang Immortal Sect, it was normal.

Then came a beautiful woman, playing with a venomous snake in her hand.

It was a sixth-grade heaven and earth treasure, not a Spirit Beast, but a truly ferocious Yao Beast, named Three-Step Soul Dissipation Snake.

Yet, this ferocious Yao Beast, which made many Dao Foundation Immortal Masters hesitate, was like the most obedient pet in the beautiful woman's hand.

As her beautiful eyes shifted, a hint of allure was subtly revealed.

But the Great True Person present here had seen everything and every scene; a little allure was nothing.

Besides, in addition to the Great True Person, there were also some Immortal Masters below.

Like ants, they watched the life-and-death struggles on the field, their hearts filled with inexplicable emotions.

The reason was simple: among them, there were naturally their own descendants.

And Shen Bo Shu appeared particularly inconspicuous in the eyes of the Immortal Masters.

His gaze, complex and deep, focused on an insignificant image.

A figure, covered in blood, practicing the Yin Nether Sect's Ice Soul Technique, constantly fought amidst the Yao Beast tide.

He narrowly escaped death, only to stand up again and again.

He seemed to never fall.

Upon seeing this scene, Shen Bo Shu looked up, gazing high above, at the Yang Domain assessment where many Immortal Masters were also competing, and among them, was the pillar of his Shen Family.

At this moment, his heart was filled with an indescribable mix of struggle and melancholy.

A pillar, an existence like a towering tree, was fighting for his life.

An unknown Shen Family outer Disciple, who had grown into a Prodigy in just a few years, without receiving his resource support, without being given important positions, without receiving the true inheritance of the Shen Family, had hastily entered this game and become a pawn.

In front, ancestors fought for the family; behind, juniors sacrificed themselves to enter the game.

And he, a Dao Foundation Immortal Master in his prime, could only watch like this... only watch like this...

When will this game end?

How will it end?

Will the Great Ancestor die?

Will Shen Li die?

What if the founder dies? Can he fill the Great Ancestor's position?

What if the son of prosperity dies? Can a descendant of the family, in his lifetime, produce someone like Shen Li again?

He didn't know.

He could only watch like this.

And on the stage.

The countless thrilling images on the screen seemed like child's play in the eyes of the Great True Person.

They were absent-minded throughout.

The celebration had only begun for half a month; there was no one or anything that could truly capture their attention.

The true competition in the Yang Domain required the support of the Yin Domain, and only in the latter half could the celebration truly begin.

Thus, during this period, these Great True Person were very bored.

Of course, there was an existence here that, even if they were bored, prevented them from acting rashly.

Grand Master Shenqian's gaze turned towards the main seat.

On the vacated main seat, there was a slender figure, dressed in a Dharma robe that shimmered with countless spiritual lights, seemingly woven from countless skilled artisans and treasures.

On the Dharma robe, a creature resembling a flood Dragon, woven from sixth-grade Cloud Brocade silk, was embroidered.

That was a... Li Dragon.

The appearance of this figure was blurred; if Grand Master Shenqian insisted on seeing, he naturally could, but he chose not to.

Because the person before him was the backer of Qingchi Mountain, a direct descendant of the Qing Kingdom's imperial family.

Her specific name was unknown, only that outsiders referred to her as.

The Princess Li Long.

The reason Qingchi Mountain, as a rustic barbarian, could occupy several counties and establish itself under the watchful eyes of many ancient Immortal Sects was simply because this Princess had requested a decree.

It was this decree that led to the current prosperity of Qingchi Mountain.

In Shen Li's words, this person was a huge old money, original stock, a radiant light.

As a Purple Mansion, Shen Qian could naturally feel where the woman's gaze fell, and he smiled, saying,

“Does the Princess have any talents she favors?”

The Princess then pointed to a true Disciple of the Cloud Sea Sword Sect, nodding and saying,

“This person, in the land of metal and stone, has combat strength that surpasses everyone. Not bad.”

The Purple Mansion Great True Person of the Cloud Sea Sword Sect, seeing this, just showed a hint of a reserved smile, but before he could speak, he was coldly interrupted.

“However, since the Cloud Sea Sword Sect is my Imperial Brother's arm, I cannot contend for him. Forget it.”

Afterward, the Princess Li Long looked at several other images with interest.

“Who is this?”

“The Qin Family, practicing Yin techniques...”

“Did they draw inspiration from the Yin Nether Sect's path?”

“Yes.”

“Is this the Zhang Family? I have a fondness for their Palm Thunder and Five Thunder Righteous Dharma.”

“Yes.”

“Is this the Chi Family? Hmm? Why are they fighting with another Qingchi Mountain Immortal Sect?”

Shen Qian said with a melancholic expression,

“Princess... the other person is a Cultivator from the Wang Family; they always have some disagreements.”

The woman was silent for a moment, then slowly sighed and said,

“Qingchi Mountain truly has simple and honest customs.”

“You flatter us, you flatter us.”

Grand Master Shenqian, shamelessly, responded with a smile.

But the Princess Li Long pointed again, casually saying,

“However, isn't Qingchi Mountain a Righteous Path Sect? Who is this person who devours the living souls of Yao Beasts, refines the Yinming Ice Soul Technique, and constantly kills celebrating Cultivators with the Little Soul Chaos Technique?”

“Hmm... it looks like he's being increasingly corrupted and controlled by a Heart Demon.”

Grand Master Shenqian looked over, and indeed, it was Shen Li.

After a long time, he slowly said,

“My Qingchi Mountain is naturally a Righteous Path Sect.”

“This child, named Shen Li, is a rare good child.”

“The Shen Family also has simple and honest family traditions, never engaging in insidious schemes, and is well-known in the mountains.”

“In the battle of Yellow Sand Plains back then, his ancestor, Shen Qianqiu, also accumulated Karma.”

“He is a thoroughly good person, both inside and out.”

The Princess Li Long also fell silent.

After a long while, looking at the blood-soaked figure of Shen Li, who had killed several celebrating Cultivators with the Little Soul Chaos Technique, then refined their living souls and pulverized their Physical Bodies, appearing like a madman, she asked,

“You call this not engaging in insidious schemes?”

“You call this a good child?”

“You call this simple and honest customs?”

“You call this... a Righteous Path Sect?”

Grand Master Shenqian couldn't bear to look, and with a stiff upper lip, he gritted his teeth and said,

“Yes!”

“This Shen Li is indeed a good child!”