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Chapter 508: Conquering Two Cities in Succession, the Assembly of the Seven Sons! (9K, plus 1K) (Par
Chapter 508: Conquering Two Cities in Succession, the Assembly of the Seven Sons! (9K, plus 1K) (Part 2)
The outer sect elder took a deep breath and quickly stood up and bowed, "This junior understands."
Then he turned back with a headache, "Next!"
Yan Wencheng slowly stepped back, and then Liu Qianyun walked forward with a worried look, "Elder, I don't know either."
In order to find Shen Yi, the outer sect elders of the Seven Sects had gathered all the disciples who had a relationship with Shen Yi.
It was really a last resort.
The assembly was about to begin, and they were supposed to introduce the seventh Sect Master to the various forces in South Hong... but now that the person was missing, who were they supposed to introduce?
This was probably the moment when the cultivators of the South Hong Seven Sons most wanted Shen Yi to appear.
Putting aside the matter of the Unity Realm treasure land for now, they just wanted to get through this assembly smoothly.
"He wouldn't give in before, but now that we're giving it to him, he's holding it up instead?!"
Among the seated outer sect elders, someone suddenly cursed.
However, before the words had even landed,
Several auras enveloped him, causing him to fall off his chair in surprise as he looked around in bewilderment.
Outside the hall, Yan Xianqing, who had stood by and watched as his little one was scolded, finally put aside his fear of the Immortal Sect and swept his cold gaze over.
"..."
Although he was only a subordinate force of the South Yang Sect, he was still a White Jade Capital cultivator.
At this moment, he unreservedly released his aura, causing the outer sect elder to be so intimidated that he couldn't even breathe.
Of course, the most important thing was that besides the outer sect elders of the South Yang Sect, the two White Jade Capital elders in charge of this matter, Liu Shiqian and Chi Yang, actually did not reprimand him, but instead, their gazes turned cold.
"Take off your robe and reflect on your actions, and I won't say it a second time," Chi Yang elder waved his sleeves, and his robust spiritual pressure forced the outer sect elder out of the hall.
"Brother Yan, don't be impulsive."
Yunxiao Pavilion and Xuanhai Hall's two White Jade Capital cultivators did not speak, only Yin Qizhang of Xuan Yue City gently pulled him back.
Although they were White Jade Capital cultivators, subordinates were still subordinates.
In the eyes of the Immortal Sect, they might be countless times more important than the outer sect elders, and they could get fair treatment in private, but they would never be allowed to openly challenge the authority of the South Hong Seven Sons.
With the two White Jade Capital elders of the Clear Moon Sect present, they would naturally punish those who spoke out of turn.
Yan Xianqing's actions were obviously a bit over the line.
The remaining three didn't quite understand why he would be so irrational, but after all, they were subordinates... and they hadn't really seen that Sect Master either.
"..."
Yan Xianqing took a deep breath and finally stepped back.
He was probably the only one in the room who knew where the Sect Master had gone, and he was also the one who was most worried and scared that something had happened to Shen Yi.
Perhaps something really had happened.
But Yan Xianqing didn't know who to turn to for help.
The messenger from the South Dragon Palace was still waiting outside, but they were only temporarily giving face to the Seven Sons Assembly.
Yan Xianqing didn't know who to trust, he only knew that if he revealed that the slaughter of the Water Tribe was the handiwork of the Sect Master, it would bring great disaster to the South Yang Sect.
The previous Outer Sect Elder didn't even mention the name Shen Zongzhu before being stripped of his robe. If one dared to blatantly offend the Sect Master by name, they would probably have their cultivation abolished as a light punishment.
The Great Hall immediately fell into a hushed whisper.
Liu Shiqian and Chi Yang exchanged a glance, both seeing the worry in each other's eyes.
In reality, in the eyes of the true core sect elders, Shen Yi and the recent misfortune of the Water Tribe had already been linked together. The reason no one spoke of it was that only someone with real power and influence in the sect had the qualifications to participate in such matters.
There was no one like that in the South Yang Sect, and the other six Sect Masters didn't seem to intend to get involved.
Therefore, the Seven Sons could only wait for Sect Master Shen to return before making a decision.
Assuming he would come back...
"Senior, may I trouble you to come out for a moment."
Yan Xianqing suddenly heard a slightly immature voice behind him. Turning around, he saw that it was the South Yang Sect's young-looking cultivator... whose name was Li Qingfeng, if he recalled correctly.
Despite his low cultivation level, Li Qingfeng was in charge of all the affairs of the South Yang Sect, so he must have been highly trusted by the Sect Master.
"Of course."
Yan Xianqing immediately followed him out with quick steps.
However, Li Qingfeng didn't say much. Instead, he led Yan Xianqing to a secluded spot within the inner sect.
The next moment, Yan Xianqing's pupils constricted.
In the midst of lush flowering trees stood a figure that resembled a withered branch, hands clasped behind his back.
Although Elder Xuan Qing was well-known, the Yan family was still a subsidiary force of the South Yang Sect, so they wouldn't be intimidated.
What truly shocked him was the old woman standing opposite Elder Xuan Qing. Her brows and eyes still carried a hint of her once peerless beauty, and at the moment, she was smiling gently as she leaned on her cane.
This seemingly amiable old woman exuded a terrifying aura that made Yan Xianqing's eyes widen in shock. Combined with the recent news he had received, he could easily identify her identity.
A grandmaster of the Unity Realm! The Sect Master of the Precious Flower Sect!
"Did you ask me to come here just for a chat?"
The old woman tilted her head slightly, and in that rare moment of playfulness, she didn't seem out of place or odd in front of the wooden man.
"Just catching up," Xuan Qing replied with a gentle voice, glancing sideways.
"Is that so?"
The old woman lowered her head, pursed her lips, and smiled even more sweetly. Suddenly, a hint of mischief flashed in her eyes as she asked, "Since we're catching up, then what's my name?"
"Um—"
Xuan Qing's body stiffened slightly, and he opened his mouth but fell silent.
Fortunately, the old woman didn't intend to make things difficult for him. She slowly took two steps forward, tiptoed, and gently brushed off the fallen leaves on his shoulders before retreating again. She said softly, "You can come to me anytime, for anything... But don't lie to me, okay? Xuan Qing has never lied."
The Sect Master of the Precious Flower Sect knew that Xuan Qing didn't have a habit of lying.
But the fact that he chose to lie meant that this matter was probably serious enough to shock even a Unity Realm cultivator.
However, the Sect Master of the Precious Flower Sect didn't ask further and simply agreed.
Xuan Qing took a deep breath and finally said sincerely, "Thank you."
"It's just a small matter, no need to be so polite." The Sect Master of the Precious Flower Sect pretended to be nonchalant as she glanced at him, her lips still curved in a smile. Then, she sighed softly, "You were like this when you saved me back then... So, don't be so formal with me."
As her words fell, her figure slowly disappeared from the spot.
"…."
Xuan Qing fell into deep thought once again, then soon chuckled at himself.
Even with her reminder, he really couldn't remember the specific details of what happened back then.
But with the Sect Master of the Precious Flower Sect's willingness to help, he felt a little more confident.
With that in mind, Xuan Qing turned and walked towards the astonished Yan Xianqing, who was waiting outside.
"Finally confirm one last time, is it really our Sect Master?"
Li Qingfeng looked at him with a serious expression. Back in the Great Hall, he had been observing Yan Xianqing's reactions and was certain that he knew something about this matter.
"I..."
Yan Xianqing swallowed, guessing the reason why Elder Xuan Qing had invited the Sect Master of the Precious Flower Sect.
It seemed that if something unexpected happened to Sect Master Shen, they would enter the waters and demand an explanation from the Dragon Palace.
He finally exhaled and said, "Yes, it's true. The information about those Water Tribes that died was collected by the Sect Master, and he didn't bring me with him before he entered the water."
Hearing this, even Li Qingfeng, who had already prepared himself, couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock.
In just a short period, that young man who had left South Yang Sect with them had gained the ability to stir up the Dragon Palace to such an extent!
Even with Li Qingfeng's trust in Shen Yi, his heart was pounding violently, and his shoulders trembled involuntarily.
"He went alone?"
In this situation, Li Qingfeng even forgot to address him as Sect Master.
Everyone guessed that Sect Master Shen had asked for some powerful help, but from Yan Xianqing's words, it seemed like the situation was not what others imagined.
"The Sect Master is actually quite confident... I think we can have some faith in him, too."
Yan Xianqing's words made him doubt himself, and he barely believed them. After all, after causing such a huge disturbance, the best place to hide would be the Immortal Sect in South Hong.
The fact that Sect Master Shen hadn't returned yet already spoke volumes.
However, under his gaze, Xuan Qing nodded slightly, "I believe in him."
He turned away, "But, I also need to let the people of South Hong know that he is not alone... Even if the means are a bit unsavory."
As he spoke, a hint of self-mockery appeared on Xuan Qing's face.
Once a proud and unparalleled genius, he had now fallen to the point of having to rely on others and call in a favor from a debt of gratitude that was tens of thousands of years old. It sounded ridiculous and laughable.
But it didn't matter; he truly had no other options left.
As long as someone from the South Yang Sect could stand tall and proud in South Hong, that was enough.
As for these unsavory tasks, he would take care of them.
With those words, Xuan Qing also strode forward, his back disappearing into the depths of the forest.
"Xian Qingyuan is more than happy to follow closely and not fall behind."
Yan Xianqing cupped his hands together and raised his eyes to the sky. For some reason, he felt that with Shen Zongzhu's departure, the preparations made by Senior Xuan Qing would not be needed.
...
As the morning glow spread, seven white rainbows spanned the sky above the land and waters of Nanhong. Among the mist-shrouded mountains, ancient characters flickered within the rainbows.
White clouds surrounded Lingyu Peak, and a sword hung within the peak. The sun and moon alternated, and beneath the towering peaks, the waves of the blue ocean rolled and crashed! When they gathered together, it was a breathtaking sight unique to Nanhong!
At the convergence of the seven rainbows, a gentle pillar of light descended, transforming the clouds, mist, and mountains. Ancient tables and jade cushions appeared, creating a majestic scene.
The long staircase seemed to lead up to the heavens, ending at a massive chair.
Looking down, one could see a vast square made of green bricks beneath the clouds.
As a distant flute melody pierced the sky, countless figures riding magical treasures appeared, each taking their assigned seats according to their rank. Those at the Returning Void Late Stage sat in their designated places, followed by the White Jade Capital disciples, the elders, and the guests, each with their own strict order.
As for the ordinary cultivators and the attendant disciples of the Immortal Sect, they stood together on the seemingly endless green brick square.
They stood in perfect rows, their identical Immortal Sect robes fluttering slightly, differentiated only by the embroidered symbols: the Heavenly Sword, the Clear Moon, the Unparalleled... each with its unique style.
The most honorable seats belonged to the Unity Realm giants, including the Sect Master of the Precious Flower Sect, who were arranged closest to the grand chair. They chatted and laughed, with a White Jade Capital disciple personally serving them wine.
The next moment, six figures appeared in the sky, overlooking the world below without revealing their true forms.
However, one could easily identify them from their overwhelming auras alone.
The six Unity Realm Sect Masters had gathered! Usually, the appearance of all seven would mark the official start of the Seven Sons Assembly.
But today, the guests noticed something unusual.
After the six Sect Masters showed themselves, they remained silent, causing the entire world to fall into a strange silence.
Some cultivators skilled in reading expressions noticed the subtle changes in the faces of the Immortal Sect disciples.
After a moment of thought, almost everyone turned their eyes to the grand chair in the clouds.
It seemed that one person was missing...
Most likely, it was the new Sect Master of the South Yang Sect.
Wei Yuanzhou, Su Hongxiu, and the other five Dao sons remained quiet, their expressions varying.
Liu Shiqian and Chi Yang, isolated by the other elders at the edge, scanned the crowd with unfocused eyes.
As time passed, the commotion started from the square with the guests and gradually spread to the Immortal Sect disciples.
Someone whispered, "Isn't that... Are you in the wrong place? Did no one tell you where to go? Can't you even find your seat?"
"I'm from the South Yang Sect."
The youth in the ink-colored robe seemed to have arrived late, curiously observing his surroundings.
"South Yang Sect? Aren't you supposed to be over there? Didn't anyone inform you? You can't even find your seat. Hurry up and find an elder from your sect to guide you back." The cultivator chuckled awkwardly.
"I'm a bit late, so I missed it."
Shen Yi nodded slightly. He had always walked his own path since Bayun County and was unfamiliar with such Immortal Sect assemblies.
If not for the awe-inspiring grandeur of this event, he might not have even found his way here.
"Never mind, never mind." The tall and thin cultivator finally laughed out loud, quietly whispering, "Follow me, I'll take you there."
As he spoke, he secretly activated his spiritual energy and pushed aside the person next to him, making way for the youth in ink as they walked towards the side.
At that moment, perhaps due to his large movements, heads began to turn, and the crowd parted, revealing a wide path.
The tall and thin cultivator froze in place, his legs turning soft. He had only come to join the festivities, and now he was drawing all this attention.
Until a pair of white palms reached out to steady him.
"Thank you. I think I've found it," the youth in ink politely nodded his thanks and then strode forward, his steps confident. A purple qi pathway extended beneath his feet, connecting the earth to the heavens, leading straight to the staircase in the clouds and ending at the grand chair.
He climbed the rainbow staircase without haste, his steps steady. Under the gaze of countless eyes, he ascended into the clouds and sat in the grand chair, turning to face the crowd below.
He casually brushed his fingers along the armrest.
Perhaps this was prepared, considering he had not yet reached the Unity Realm.
Shen Yi calmed his mind, his clear black eyes gazing down at the crowd below. His sleeves fluttered slightly, revealing the emblem of the South Yang Sect.
As the purple qi pathway transformed into a translucent bridge, it seemed to be made of pure jade, dazzling and brilliant, outshining everything else.
"..."
All the guests, Immortal Sect disciples, including the White Jade Capital elders and personal disciples, the Unity Realm giants, and even the six figures in the sky, were stunned into silence.
Could such a transparent celestial palace truly exist in this world?
In the hushed square below, a voice suddenly rang out, soon joined by countless others.
The disciples drew their swords and bowed, the outer sect elders bowed their heads, and the personal disciples and elders bowed once more.
Like a tidal wave, the sound of their voices swelled, forming a thunderous chorus.
"We pay our respects to the Sect Master of the South Yang Sect!"
(End of Chapter)
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