Sitting on the flying vehicle Yulou, overlooking the earth from a high place, Gu Shenzhong's people had already advanced to three hundred miles outside of Miaofeng Mountain. He felt a bit uneasy and asked.
"Old Ancestor, why does Red Lantern Daoist not intervene to stop Gu Shenzong from advancing here?"
The disciples of Gu Shenzong have invaded the territory of Red Lantern Daoist and bitten into the power range of Miaofeng Mountain. This matter, in fact, is one that Red Lantern Daoist should step in to block.
It's like the land battle in Hong Kong films. Gu Shenzong is a new branch under the Big-Name Sky Snake Sect, and now they are bullying onto Red Lantern Daoist's territory. In this case, Red Lantern Daoist should step in to support Miaofeng Mountain.
The situation is very complicated. Miaofeng Mountain already has three Zifulu, which is one of the two affiliated sects under Red Lantern Daoist with the most Zifulu.
Their former abbot, Li Haiping, now wants to ascend to the Zifulu rank, and many factions within Red Lantern Daoist are secretly putting up obstacles.
Otherwise, how would Miaofeng Mountain be in such a disarray?"
Yulou instantly understood. This was about fearing that the pugnacious days of a vassal would be tough, as well as the fear of a vassal having too many Zifulu.
Red Lantern Daoist, Red Lantern Daoist, the so-called Ten Sects are one hundred percent dark.
"Since everyone is secretly putting up obstacles, why do we Wang family dare to help Miaofeng Mountain?"
Yu An is truly grown up now. He has learned to understand the real battle patterns in the spiritual refinement world. He asked the crucial question.
"That's right, we can't help easily. That's why the clan chief sent me out to show a few tricks, so that we can ask for a higher price from Miaofeng Mountain afterwards."
The usual struggles between powers can only be handled by people below the foundation level, such as cultivators. Wang Xianzhou's strength is comparable to a cultivator, but his cultivation is only at the level of practicing qi.
And most of Miaofeng Mountain's resources are used to nourish Li Haiping, who wants to ascend to Zifulu. The Xingqi disciples know that the cultivation opportunities for their sect will shrink significantly in the next few decades, so they all change their allegiance.
Now, people like Wang Xianzhou, these seasoned Xingqi cultivators, are the most needed allies for Miaofeng Mountain.
Wang Rongyuan can kill Tang Nianqiu with one strike and fight twenty without breathing hard, slicing the magical weapon without even pausing.
Wang Xianzhou can kill Gao Jian, an expert at the peak of Xingqi realm, with a single finger. He might only take a deep breath after killing twenty.
Thinking of these things, Yulou gradually realized that the Wang family wasn't as shaky as he had thought.
The clan chief dares to offer so many tributes to the Wild Ox Sect because he has confidence in the strength of the Wang family.
At that moment, Wang Xianzhou exclaimed in surprise.
"What daring!"
He directly abandoned the Mirror-Silver, Lapis-Lazuli, and Wood flying vehicle and leaped into the air with a single kick.
Yulou and Yu An, who were seated in the car, fell along with the flying vehicle. However, they were not alarmed. With the Old Ancestor present and the Huangli Sanshiu Ruying Sutra on hand, there was nothing to fear.
Yulou looked up towards the sky, quickly searching for the direction of the enemy's attack, but found nothing.
Yuan An, on the other hand, was tightly gripping his brother's clothes and activating a Spiritual Crane Light Body Formation, which could ensure that both of them wouldn't die from the fall.
In the sky, Wang Xianzhou had already activated his own techniques. This former sectarian of the Tian Xian alliance, wielding a long spear and riding on a Jiumei realm Red Oriole, was ready to strike.
"Wang Xianzhou, you're truly a scourge! I've been following you for nearly two hundred years, and now you're going to fight a Junzi cultivator head-on, and that too in a one-on-two fight. You really should die!"
The Red Oriole scolded and quickly flew, while Wang Xianzhou paid no attention to it. He cupped his hands and exerted all his strength, throwing the long spear towards the empty space in front of him.
Suddenly, a black flying sword appeared and collided with the long spear.
"Boom!"
The long spear directly shattered, and the black flying sword, a medium-grade magical instrument, was also injured and lost its ability to fight.
Killing a Junzi with an Xingqi realm, you think it's a joke?"
With a superior-grade magical instrument, Wang Xianzhou can still hold his own!
Yulou and Yuan An, who were quickly falling to the ground, looked at the white flying sword suspended in mid-air, trembling, in dumbfoundedness.
It seems that this is what it means to become a Junzi.
It seems that this is the old ancestor's strength.
When both could see nothing, Wang Xianzhou had already spotted the enemy and discovered their attack.
He made a split-second decision to respond and was completely unconcerned about the safety of Yulou and Yuan An.
First, there were no Xingqi cultivators from the Gu Shenzong Sect within ten or twenty miles around.
Second, the two people who came were both Junzi, and if they wanted to live, they would not dare to attack Yulou or Yuan An.
The alliance has decreed, any Junzi who causes trouble will be executed!
Even cultivators at the Yuanheng stage will be punished with death!
The Ten Sects' purpose is to cut down the vast number of Xingqi realm and Junzi realm cultivators for them to harvest. Building foundations isn't allowed to touch them!
Not even a single hair is allowed to touch them!
The white flying sword suspended in front of the two people before them was the best example, and Yulou felt the terrifying power of the Ten Sects again.
Yes, terrifying.
Under the pressure of the Ten Sects, isn't a Junzi as good as a pig or a dog?
There's no difference. It's just that cultivators at the Yuanheng stage are more passive in cages, while Junzi cultivators have a bit more choice, but not much more.
For example, right now, there are two Junzi cultivators lurking in the dark, but Wang Xianzhou on the back of the Red Oriole has already begun to win.
"Haha, two 'elders,' I'm just going about my business. Why do 'elders' like you have to attack a humble Xingqi cultivator like me?"
"Is it that you have forgotten Rule Thirteen of the Holy Alliance's Regulations on the Conduct of Cultivators? Let me help you recall."
"I was also a sectarian of the Holy Alliance in the past, so I am very familiar with the decrees."
Rule Thirteen of the Holy Alliance's Regulations on the Conduct of Cultivators..."
While Wang Xianzhou was rather self-satisfied in chanting the spell for a successful collision, a gentle and elegant, yet extremely shocked female voice suddenly rang out.
"Zhao Xianzhou, is it you?"
As if a pause button had been pressed, Yulou noticed that his ancestor's expression first froze, then turned to surprise, and finally became an inexplicable silence.
This is the first time Yulou has seen a sense of silence in a person's expression. He realizes that among the two Junzi cultivators who have come, perhaps there are acquaintances of his ancestor.
The white flying sword swam back like a fish, returning to the owner of the blue escape light. The escape light was followed by a black one.
As the two Junzi cultivators approached, Yulou clearly saw the person in the escape light.
That was a beautiful young woman clad in blue robes, who looked no more than twenty years old. She looked stunned at the old Wang Xianzhou, for a while, she couldn't say anything.
The owner of the black escape light was a eunuch man without a mustache, who seemed to be the husband of the beautiful woman. He looked grimly at the flying sword in his hand and then at Wang Xianzhou.
Then, he took a step forward and embraced his wife's waist.
However, to Yulou's surprise, the blue-clothed beauty subconsciously retreated half a step in the air, avoiding her husband's hand.
Hm?
Fishing to catch an old love interest, Old Ancestor, is this situation a bit awkward?
Yulou dared not look anymore. It's the elders' matter, and the younger generation should have good eyesight.
He casually placed his hand on Yuan An's head, and the two of them lowered their heads to count the ants on the ground.
One, two, hm, how can there be just two?
Oh, so the ants are us two.
Just, both of their ears are standing up straight. It's good to eat the gourds, but you can't eat them too brazenly.
"Wang Xianzhou, isn't that Xiao Qian? You two were......"
The Red Oriole, being a playful character, saw that the two Junzi cultivators were not speaking and neither was Wang Xianzhou, so it cleverly chose to break the silence.
Hello, old friend. Wang Xianzhou, Hong Que is here to help you, absolutely without the intention of seeking revenge for your frequent attempts to take my life with death.
Wang Xianzhou simply used a spell to silence Hong Que's mouth, preventing the creature from spouting its garbage.
"Are you Wang Xianzhou?"
The husband paid no attention to the subconscious retreat of half a step by his wife, who was acting seriously. He was astonished and asked.
He noticed Wang Xianzhou's withered skin, his graying hair, and... his cultivation level of an Xingqi cultivator.
"Hm, give me two tens of thousands of spirit stones, and I'll pretend like nothing has happened."
Otherwise, you know the consequences. A Junzi cultivator who violates Rule Thirteen will face a minimum punishment of serving on the front line hunting demons in the West Sea for twenty years."
Wang Xianzhou bowed his head, not looking at the two Junzi cultivators in front of him. While piecing together the fragments of his long spear, he made a bid of his own.
He seemed to value the broken spear in his hand very much.
Yes, this upper-grade magical instrument long spear was made of eighth-grade black steel, and its tip was even tempered with seven-grade magical crystal mother-of-pearl.
Being good material, it was further refined with secret techniques, which allowed it to dominate the heavens and earth. With the body of an upper-grade magical instrument, it achieved the effect of breaking a medium-grade magical weapon flying sword.
The husband's full name is Gushan Qingyuan. He comes from the subordinate Zifu family of the Azure Snake Sect, the Azure Serpent Family within the Purple Palace, and his family name is Gushan.
"Twenty thousand pieces? Wang Xianzhou, you're going to die soon. Are you afraid that your appetite is too big and will bring misfortune to the Wang family?"
Gushan Qingyuan issued a menacing threat.
As for his wife's old flame, he had naturally studied him. Wang Xianzhou was at least 160 years old this year, and could only live for another fifty years at most.
Considering that he was injured and unable to break through to Junzi in the past, whether he can continue to prolong his life after completing three decades or not is still uncertain, and even, he may not be able to live up to 180 years old.
Wang Xianzhou gave up on his plan to continue piecing together the long spear, raised his head, and looked straight at Gushan Qingyuan.
Fishing to catch an old love interest, looking back after a century has passed, he dared not look at the still youthful and beautiful Ning Qianqian on the side of Gushan Qingyuan.
As if unloading all his accumulated bitterness, Wang Xianzhou threatened.
"Gushan Qingyuan, do you want to die?"
An experienced Xingqi cultivator, standing in front of the Junzi cultivators, asked if they wanted to die.
Yulou's heart was frantically cheering for his ancestor, but he also had some concerns.
He thought that his ancestor shouldn't act impulsively, but also thought that such a decision not to act impulsively was not very appropriate, at least not suitable temporarily.
An old man can still act like a young man. Wang Xianzhou, the ancestor of the Wang family, has made a lifetime contribution to the family. Does he deserve to be bullied by Junzi cultivators who have achieved success at constructing foundations when he is old?
It shouldn't be, absolutely not!
Seeing Wang Xianzhou's murderous eyes, Gushan Qingyuan subconsciously narrowed his pupils and frowned.
"Xianzhou comrade, here are the spirit stones you asked for. Sorry, we disturbed your journey."
Ning Qianqian opened her mouth, interrupted the eye contact between the two, and threw a storage bag before turning around and leaving without looking back.
When she left, her escape light was faster than when she arrived just a moment ago.
Gushan Qingyuan glared at Wang Xianzhou with a sinister look, and Wang Xianzhou glared back, then picked up another long spear.
Gushan Qingyuan, if you dare to fight, I will kill!
Thinking of Wang Xianzhou's former reputation, Gushan Qingyuan dared not continue to glare. He snorted coldly and chased after his wife.
The mission to show off strength at the Marvelous Peak Mountain was successful, and so was the intention to trip up Wang Xianzhou.
While completing the task assigned by the family head, Wang Xianzhou also made a fortune.
However, the atmosphere on the way back was exceptionally tense, and Yulou and Yuan did not dare to speak.
Wang Xianzhou, while driving the carriage, continued to piece together the long spear that had been broken during the fight.
However, for some unknown reason, no matter how hard he tried, he seemed to be unable to piece it together properly.
It seemed that he couldn't find the correct position for the fragments, or that one of the fragments was missing.
Suddenly, Wang Xianzhou seemed to awaken from a dream.
Wang Xianzhou stopped his hands, and gathered all the fragments of the long spear into his storage bag.
If it can't be pieced together, then it can't be pieced together.
Even if he manages to repair the long spear, how can he put back together the chaotic and damaged life of his own?
