Chapter 508: Consecutive City Openings, The Seven Sons' Assembly (Part 2)

Chapter 508: Consecutive City Openings, The Seven Sons' Assembly (Part 2)

Outside the hall, Yan Qingfeng, who had just witnessed his little one being scolded, had remained silent and stood respectfully. At this moment, he temporarily put aside his awe of the Immortal Sect and swept a cold gaze over.

"..."

Although he was only an affiliate of the Nanyang Sect, he was still a White Jade Capital cultivator.

At this moment, he released his aura without restraint, causing that outer sect elder to dare not breathe.

Of course, most importantly, besides the Nanyang Sect's affiliate, the two White Jade Capital elders in charge, Liu Shiqian and the elder from Chiyang, didn't side with him either, and their gazes instantly turned cold.

"Remove your robe and go reflect, I don't want to say this again."

The Chiyang elder slightly waved his sleeve, and his mighty spiritual pressure forced that outer sect elder out of the hall.

"Brother Yan, don't be impulsive."

The two White Jade Capital cultivators from Cloud Tower Pavilion and Xuanhai Studio didn't speak, only Yin Qizhang from Xuan Yue City gently pulled him back.

Although they had the White Jade Capital cultivation level, they were still just affiliates.

In the eyes of the Immortal Sect, they might be countless times more important than outer sect elders, and they could handle many matters privately, but they would never allow them to openly challenge the authority of the Southern Flood Seven Sons.

With the two White Jade Capital elders from the Clear Moon Sect present, they would naturally punish those who spoke out of turn.

Yan Qingfeng's actions were obviously a bit over the line.

The remaining two didn't quite understand why he would be so irrational, after all, although they were affiliates... they still hadn't truly seen that Sect Master.

"..."

Yan Qingfeng took a deep breath and finally retreated.

He was probably the only person in the hall who knew where the Sect Master had gone, and he was the most anxious and fearful about Shen Yi's continued absence.

Perhaps something had indeed happened.

But Yan Qingfeng couldn't ask for help from anyone.

The messenger from the Southern Dragon Palace was still waiting outside, only temporarily giving face to the Seven Sons Assembly.

Yan Qingfeng didn't know who to trust; he only knew that if he leaked this slaughter of the Aquatic Tribes, which was the work of the Sect Master, it would bring great disaster to the Nanyang Sect.

Elder Chi Yang's actions had clearly startled the surrounding allied sect cultivators.

The convening of the Seven Sons Assembly... also meant that the young native was now officially the true Sect Master.

The previous Elder from the outer sect didn't even mention the three words "Sect Master Shen," and was stripped of his robe. If he dared to offend the Sect Master's authority by name, he would likely face a punishment worse than losing his cultivation.

The great hall instantly became a place of hushed whispers.

Liu Shiqian and Elder Chi Yang exchanged a glance, both seeing the worry in each other's eyes.

In reality, the true high-ranking members of the sect had already connected Shen Yi and the recent calamity that befell the Aquatic Tribes. The reason no one spoke about it was that this matter required the involvement of a powerful Dao Son.

The Nan Yang Sect didn't have such a figure, and the other six Sect Masters had no intention of getting involved.

Therefore, the Seven Sons had to wait for Sect Master Shen's return before making a decision.

The prerequisite was if he could truly return...

"Senior, please come out for a moment."

Yan Xianqing suddenly heard a slightly immature voice from behind him. Turning around, he saw that it was the Nan Yang Sect's young cultivator... who seemed to be called Li Qingfeng.

Despite his low cultivation level, it was said that he was in charge of all matters in the Nan Yang Sect, and he must have been deeply trusted by the Sect Master.

"Okay."

Yan Xianqing quickly followed him out.

However, Li Qingfeng didn't say much. Instead, he led Yan Xianqing to a secluded area within the inner sect.

The next moment, Yan Xianqing's pupils constricted.

In the lush tree-filled garden, a withered-looking figure stood with his hands behind his back.

Although Senior Xuan Qing's reputation was quite renowned, the Yan family was still a vassal of the Nan Yang Sect, so they weren't intimidated.

What truly surprised Yan Xianqing was the old woman standing opposite Senior Xuan Qing. Her eyebrows and eyes faintly revealed her once-unparalleled beauty, and at this moment, she was smiling with her lips curved, gently leaning on a cane.

This seemingly amiable old woman exuded a terrifying aura that made Yan Xianqing's eyes almost split open. Combined with the recent news he had received, he could easily identify her identity.

A Dao Fusion Realm giant! The Treasure Flower Sect Master!

"You invited me here just to chat?"

The old woman tilted her head slightly, and in front of the wooden figure, she rarely showed a bit of playfulness, yet it didn't seem out of place or strange.

"Just to reminisce about the past," Xuan Qing's voice was gentle as he glanced at her.

"Is that so?"

The old woman lowered her head, pursed her lips, and her smile deepened. Then, a hint of mischief flashed in her eyes: "Since we're reminiscing, what's my name?"

"Um—"

Xuan Qing's body paused slightly, opening his mouth but falling 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 leaves on his shoulder before retreating and speaking softly: "You can come to me anytime, for anything... But please don't lie to me, okay? Xuan Qing never lies."

The Treasure Flower Sect Master knew that Xuan Qing didn't have a habit of lying.

But the fact that he chose to lie indicated that this matter might be serious enough to shock even a Dao Fusion Realm cultivator.

However, the Treasure Flower Sect Master didn't ask further and simply agreed.

Xuan Qing took a deep breath and finally spoke sincerely: "Thank you."

"It's no trouble. Don't misunderstand, young lady." The Treasure Flower Sect Master glanced at him with feigned indifference, but her smile remained on her lips. She then sighed: "You were like this when you saved me back then... So, don't be polite with me."

As her words fell, her figure slowly disappeared from the spot.

"..."

Xuan Qing once again fell into deep thought, soon chuckling self-deprecatingly.

Even with her reminder, he truly couldn't remember the specific details from back then.

However, the Treasure Flower Sect Master's willingness to help gave him a bit more confidence.

With this in mind, Xuan Qing turned and walked towards the distant, bewildered Yan Xianqing.

"Let's confirm one last time, is it really our Sect Master?"

Li Qingfeng looked at him seriously. From the great hall, he had been observing Yan Xianqing's expression, and he was certain that Yan Xianqing knew something.

"I..."

Yan Xianqing swallowed, guessing the reason why Senior Xuan Qing had invited the Treasure Flower Sect Master.

This meant that if something happened to Sect Master Shen, they would have to enter the waters and seek an explanation from the Dragon Palace.

He finally exhaled: "It's true. Those Aquatic Tribes that died received their information from the Sect Master, who instructed me to gather it. He didn't take me with him when he entered the water."

Upon hearing this, even though Li Qingfeng had mentally prepared himself, he still couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise.

That young man who had left the Nan Yang Treasure Land with them had, in a short time, gained the ability to turn the Dragon Palace upside down!

Even with Li Qingfeng's trust in Shen Yi, at this moment, he felt his chest pounding even more violently, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

"Did he go alone?"

In this situation, Li Qingfeng even forgot to address the Sect Master.

Everyone had speculated that Sect Master Shen had sought powerful assistance, but from Yan Xianqing's words, it seemed like the situation was different from what others thought.

"The Sect Master actually had a lot of confidence... I think we can also have some faith in him."

Yan Xianqing said this, but even he didn't quite believe it himself. After all, where else could be more suitable for avoiding trouble than the Immortal Sect after such a major incident?

The fact that Sect Master Shen hadn't returned yet was already quite telling.

However, under his gaze.

Xuan Qing nodded slightly: "I believe in him."

He turned away: "But I also need to let the people of Southern Flood know that he's not alone... even if his methods are a bit unsavory."

As he spoke, the self-mockery on Xuan Qing's face grew stronger.

The once-unparalleled genius had now fallen to the point of seeking help from others and asking for a favor from long ago.

It sounded ridiculous.

But it didn't matter; there was truly no other way.

As long as someone from the Nan Yang Sect could stand in the Hongze Waterland with dignity, that was enough.

As for these shameless matters, let them be his burden.

"I will wait until the moment the Seven Sons Assembly concludes."

"If you wish to follow, then come."

With these words, Xuan Qing also took a step forward, and his figure disappeared into the depths of the forest.

"Xian Qing is willing to follow closely, not a step behind."

Yan Xianqing slowly cupped his hands and lifted his gaze towards the horizon, but for some reason, he felt that Shen Zongzhu's departure should not require the preparations made by Senior Xuan Qing.

...

The morning glow spread across the sky.

In the midst of the Southern Flood, on the vast mountain peaks, seven white rainbows suddenly appeared, spanning the sky, with runes flashing in between.

White clouds encircled Spirit Peak, a sword hung in the peak, the sun and moon alternated, and beneath the peaks, the waves rolled, the sound of the waves echoed!

When they gathered, it was the breathtaking scenery of the unmatched Southern Flood!

At the peak where the white rainbows converged, a gentle pillar of light slowly descended, and thus, changes occurred amidst the clouds and mist; ancient, long tables appeared, and jade meditation cushions were placed.

The long stairs seemed to lead to the clouds, and at the top was a wide chair.

Looking down further.

Below the clouds, green bricks paved the way, forming a huge square.

With a flute melody piercing through the clouds.

Countless figures rode their treasures and emerged, their seats were arranged in a strict order. Where should the Return to Void late-stage cultivators sit, and where should the White Jade Capital cultivators sit? Where should the Immortal Sect elders sit, and where should the guests be seated? Not a single mistake could be made.

As for the ordinary cultivators and the Immortal Sect's disciples, they had all gathered on the seemingly boundless green brick square.

They stood in perfect formation.

The Immortal Sect's robes swayed slightly, the difference lay in the patterns on them—Heavenly Sword, Clear Moon, Unparalleled... each with its own style.

The highest-ranking ones were the several Unification Realm experts, including the Treasure Flower Sect Master, who were arranged at the table closest to the armchair, chatting and laughing, with the White Jade Capital's direct disciples serving them wine.

The next moment, six ethereal shadows slowly emerged in the sky.

They looked down upon the mortal realm, but their true faces remained hidden.

However, one didn't need to look closely; just from their boundless auras, one could identify their identities.

The Six Great Sects' Unification Realm Sect Masters had gathered! If this were any other time, the Seven Sons Assembly would have officially begun.

But today, the guests noticed something amiss.

After the six sect masters appeared, they remained silent, causing the entire world to freeze.

Those skilled in observing others' expressions had already noticed something odd in the Immortal Sect disciples' demeanor.

After a brief moment of thought, almost everyone turned their gazes towards the armchair at the highest point in the clouds.

This was rare...

The most likely reason was the new Southern Yang Sect Master.

Wei Yuanzhou, Su Hongxiu, and the other six Dao Sons sat quietly behind the table, their faces showing different emotions.

Liu Shiqian and Chi Yang were isolated by the many elders at the edge, and the two of them absentmindedly scanned their surroundings.

As time passed.

Starting from the guests in the square, even the Immortal Sect disciples began to stir slightly.

Someone lowered their voice and said, "It's not... which sect are you from? Did you come to the wrong place?"

"Southern Yang Sect."

The black-robed youth seemed to have arrived late, curiously examining his surroundings.

"Southern Yang Sect? You're over there... Didn't anyone inform you? You can't even find your seat? Quickly find your sect's elders and have them take you back." The cultivator couldn't help but laugh.

"I came late and missed it."

Shen Yi nodded slightly. He had always been unconventional, starting from Baiyun County, and indeed, he had never participated in a similar Immortal Sect assembly.

If not for the awe-inspiring atmosphere here, he might not have even found his seat.

"Never mind, never mind." The tall and thin cultivator finally laughed out loud, glancing at the person next to him, "Follow me closely, and I'll lead you there."

After saying this, he quietly circulated his energy, pushing aside the person next to him, and led the black-robed youth to the side.

Just then, perhaps because his movements were a bit too big, people gradually turned to stare at him, and then, in surprise, they made way for him.

"..."

The tall and thin cultivator realized what was happening and quickly put on a smile, whispering, "Help, help."

However, no one responded.

The entire square seemed to part like a wave, until a wide road was cleared in the middle of the square.

The tall and thin cultivator stood there, stunned. He had come to see the commotion, but he had never seen such a scene.

It wasn't until he saw, in the clouds, figures gradually standing up and bowing towards the ground below, including the seven sect Dao Sons and the various White Jade Capital elders, that he realized what was happening.

"Gulp."

The tall and thin cultivator's legs suddenly felt weak, but fortunately, a pair of white palms quickly supported him.

"I think I've found it, thank you."

A gentle voice sounded, and the black-robed youth politely nodded his thanks. Then, he took a step forward, and a purple aura rainbow spread out under his feet, spanning the sky and connecting directly to the stairs, all the way to the armchair, where he finally stopped.

He calmly stepped onto the rainbow, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, he climbed the stairs step by step, reaching the clouds and walking ahead of everyone. Then, he turned around and quietly sat down on the armchair.

He casually rubbed the armrest.

This was probably prepared with consideration for his lack of Unification Realm cultivation.

Shen Yi collected his thoughts, and his clear, dark eyes looked down at the crowd below. Beneath his slightly lifted sleeves were the most prominent cultivators of the Southern Flood.

In the instant the pure purple aura rainbow appeared, it was as clear as lustrous jade, and it seemed to contain the brilliance of the sun, making everything around it seem dim in comparison.

"..."

All the guests, Immortal Sect disciples, including the White Jade Capital elders, the direct disciples, the Unification Realm experts, the six ethereal shadows in the sky, and even the Immortal Sect's direct disciples, were all momentarily stunned.

Could there be such a transparent Heavenly Palace in this world?

In the silent square.

The next moment, someone took the lead, and everyone seemed to speak in unison.

The disciples held their swords and bowed, the outer sect elders lowered their heads, and the direct disciples bowed again.

Like a tide rushing in from afar, the sound gradually gathered, becoming a voice as loud as a bell.

"We, pay our respects to the Southern Yang Sect Master!"

(End of Chapter)

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