351: Chapter 351 The Myriad Miasma Forest

Nangong Mei leaned against Ling Hao, clutching his wrist, her eyes hazy.

"Sect Master... could I have another cup?"

Ling Hao chuckled softly, steadying her wrist.

"No rush. This awakening tea is just the prelude; now is the third step, the official brewing."

He raised the pot again. The black-gold spout pressed against the rim of the wine-red, sunflower-shaped cup, creating another sticky sound. Scalding boiling water surged in once more, causing the Red Robe tea leaves to tumble and float in the cup, splashing water everywhere.

Nangong Mei stared intently at the violently churning scene, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

"Sect Master, is it my turn yet?"

Baili Qiao's voice came from behind, carrying a hint of soft, glutinous anticipation, though her gaze was too shy to meet his directly.

Ling Hao turned, holding the black-gold pot. The spout dipped into the rim of the light purple, narrow-mouthed cup, pouring another cup for her.

"Alright, don't rush."

The water flowed steadily and continuously into the cup. The Purple Bamboo Shoot tea leaves unfurled and floated in the warm water, emitting an increasingly clear and profound aroma.

Baili Qiao closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering, completely immersed in the tipsy feeling brought by the tea's fragrance.

After a while, it was Nangong Mei's turn again. She raised her cup, her red lips parted slightly, and she downed the warm, thick Red Robe tea in one gulp!

As the scalding liquid slid down her throat, she threw her head back, letting out a long, satisfied sigh. Her gorgeous face was flushed, her full chest heaved violently, and the deep cleavage between her snowy skin was visible with her breathing.

"Sect Master, another cup..."

"Sect Master, the tea..."

The two women were immersed in it, constantly asking Ling Hao to add water and tea... Ling Hao naturally satisfied them.

Until the moon rose to the center of the sky.

"How is it?"

"Never... never tasted such... domineering good tea... so bloated."

Nangong Mei stroked her lower abdomen, looking satisfied.

"Clear... clear and profound, making one... intoxicated..."

Baili Qiao was a bit more reserved; she held back slightly and didn't drink as much.

"Clang!"

A sudden sound of porcelain cups clashing rang out!

Ling Hao's wrist flipped violently, and he slammed the wine-red, sunflower-shaped cup filled with thick Red Robe tea upside down onto the light purple, narrow-mouthed cup containing the Purple Bamboo Shoot ripples.

The rims of the two cups fit tightly together, and the bodies of the cups overlapped seamlessly! The red and purple tea soups instantly surged, intersected, and fused within the overlapping cup cavities.

"The Purple Bamboo Shoot is quiet, the Red Robe is fiery, each with its own charm."

Ling Hao watched the two distinct yet equally alluring tea soups within the overlapping cups merge into one, forming a magnificent and rich dark liquid.

"But when the two cups overlap, the flavors blend... This mixed taste is truly... indescribably wonderful, even better."

He leaned over slightly, his hot breath spraying against their ears.

"Do you... want to taste this ultimate flavor after the Fusion?"

"Yes..." Nangong Mei said impatiently.

"If... if Sect Master wants me to taste it..."

"Good! However, it still needs to be heated a bit so the taste will be better."

Ling Hao raised the black-gold Dragon-patterned pot, hovering it over the overlapping cups, and poured the scalding boiling water continuously into them.

The mixed tea soup overflowed under the double pressure, sliding wetly and sinuously down the tightly overlapped cup walls, leaving trails behind.

The steaming heat mixed with the strange tea fragrance permeated the cabin, accompanied by the gurgling sound of water.

West of Cangwu, Wan Shou Mountain, Main Hall.

The atmosphere in the hall was heavy.

Sect Master Zheng Nanxun's face was livid, the veins on his forehead throbbing slightly. He slapped the armrest of his seat violently, the powerful force making the entire hall hum.

"Enough! Return to the Holy Land? What a joke!"

Back then, the first-generation Old Ancestor of Wan Shou Mountain was expelled from the Sect and came to this Cangwu to establish his own Sect.

Now that my, Zheng Nanxun's, cultivation has surpassed the first-generation Old Ancestor, reaching the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, and I have the backing of the Moon Shadow Holy Land, how could I abandon my Foundation and return to bow down?

Opposite Zheng Nanxun, an old man wearing a black stand-up collar robe looked gloomy. His robe collar was embroidered with rugged mountain patterns; this was the attire of the White Rock Holy Land in White Rock Prefecture. Several Elders of Wan Shou Mountain stood behind him.

Ji Mitai said coldly:

"Sect Master Zheng! Times have changed! The tide of Erosion Beasts has swept through White Rock and spread to Cangwu. Wan Shou Mountain ultimately originated from my White Rock lineage. At this critical juncture of survival, we should cast aside past grievances and work together! Returning to the Holy Land is the Righteous Path!"

"Return to the Holy Land? Such high-sounding words!"

Beside Zheng Nanxun, a burly middle-aged man wearing black tight-fitting clothes embroidered with gold tigers glared angrily,

"I fear you just want our Wan Shou Mountain Disciples to fill the mouths of those Erosion Beasts and be cannon fodder for your White Rock!"

"Our Wan Shou Mountain has painstakingly operated in Cangwu for many years, with a deep Foundation! How can we just give it up easily?"

"Hmph, Foundation?"

Behind Ji Mitai, a "Returnist" Elder of Wan Shou Mountain sneered,

"Without the protection of the Holy Land's heritage, relying solely on us, how long can we hold on under this increasingly fierce beast tide? Sect Master, and Sect Master, do not ruin the lives and futures of thousands of Disciples in the entire Sect because of a moment of anger!"

A burly Elder with knotted muscles stepped forward and said in a voice like a booming bell:

"What if the beast tide is fierce? We also have the behemoth that is the Moon Shadow Holy Land behind us! We can naturally ask them for help!"

The "Returnist" Elder heard this and his face became even more mocking:

"Elder Fu Tai, your thinking is too simple. The Moon Shadow Holy Land is just a newly promoted ninth-grade Sect with a shallow Foundation. The White Rock Holy Land has been a ninth-grade Sect for over ten thousand years; how can its profound heritage be compared to it?"

Another Returnist Elder chimed in:

"Exactly! I heard that an Erosion Beast at the Mahayana Stage has already appeared in the depths of the Ten Thousand Miasma Demon Forest. Can the Moon Shadow Holy Land really resist it?"

Elder Fu Tai frowned deeply and retorted: "Could the Supreme of your White Rock Holy Land easily resist it?"

The White Rock Void Tempering Elder, Ji Mitai, raised his head proudly and said confidently:

"That is natural! The Supreme of our White Rock Holy Land, Lady Shi Ji, has been immersed in the Mahayana Realm for many years, with vast Divine Ability and unfathomable magic power. How can a newcomer compare to her!"

Zheng Nanxun's gaze passed over Ji Mitai and landed on an old man with white hair and beard and a sorrowful face behind him.

This old man's Aura was heavy, and his eyes were complex.

Zheng Nanxun's voice was heavy,

"Grand Elder, do you... also insist on 'returning' to the White Rock Holy Land?"

The Grand Elder bowed slightly and said respectfully: "Sect Master... we have made up our minds."

He still maintained a sense of respect for Zheng Nanxun. It was Zheng Nanxun who led Wan Shou Mountain from a weak sixth-grade Sect, overcoming all obstacles, to become the current eighth-grade Sect.

But... he had been trapped in the Void Refinement Stage for nearly a thousand years. His Lifespan was running out, his Breakthrough was hopeless, and he was about to turn into a handful of dirt.

As everyone knew, the Moon Shadow Holy Land only accepted female cultivators; they, as male cultivators, were destined to have no hope.

Now that the White Rock Holy Land had extended an olive branch, returning meant having hope of obtaining Holy Land resources to impact a higher Realm. For him, this was the only way to survive! The other Returnist Elders felt much the same.

"Good!"

Zheng Nanxun stood up abruptly, his Tribulation Transcendence Stage Aura erupting, his gaze sweeping across everyone in the hall like cold electricity, and he said firmly:

"Fellow Daoist Ji, since the first-generation Sect Master of Wan Shou Mountain established his own Sect back then, I, Zheng Nanxun, must protect this Foundation. Even if I am smashed to pieces, I will never hand it over! Do not mention this matter again!"

His gaze was like a knife, piercing Ji Mitai and everyone behind him.

"So, please go back!"

"As for the others..."