Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 821 Reencounter with Nangong Wan

The commotion of the six allied forces blocking the gates of Huangfeng Valley was quickly swallowed up by time and buried in the corners of history.

Two weeks is enough time for the cultivation world to digest the shocking news of "Qi Refining to Nascent Soul", and incidentally, it will also give Huangfeng Valley a layer of "unapproachable" gold dust.

The Yue royal family reacted with lightning speed. The gift-giving convoy stopped right outside the mountain gate, with silks, satins, and precious jade piled up like a small mountain. The head eunuch's face was creased with a wide grin, and his voice was shriller than an opera singer's.
"Congratulations to Ancestor Fang of Huangfeng Valley on attaining the Nascent Soul stage! His Majesty the Emperor has prepared a small gift to express his gratitude. May Ancestor enjoy eternal bliss and a prosperous future!"

Inside the main hall, "Ancestor Fang" was leaning back on a wide throne covered with the skin of an unknown spirit beast. One arm, radiating a soft white light, rested on the armrest, while the other hand idly twirled a vermilion fruit brimming with spiritual energy.

Without even lifting his eyelids, he listened to Zhong Lingdao read out the gift list, snorted an unintelligible sound, and accurately flicked the vermilion fruit pit in his hand into the jade spittoon three zhang away, making a crisp "ding" sound.

"The Emperor's stuff?" Fang Yu clicked his tongue, his tone as casual as if he were commenting on street food. "Tsk, I appreciate the sentiment, but the stuff itself is just snacks and treats. Share them with the outer sect kids. As for those shiny, heavy things..."

He drew out his words, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the several Core Formation elders who were staring expectantly at His Highness, their breathing becoming heavier, and a barely perceptible mockery curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Confiscate it and put it into the treasury."

With a wave of his hand, he made the final decision, as if he were getting rid of a pile of old furniture that was taking up too much space.

His Highness and the others were all stunned.

Zhong Lingdao nearly bit his tongue, and the muscles on the faces of several elders twitched as if they had heard some incredible joke.

Confiscated? The congratulatory gifts were confiscated?
This is a royal offering!

Any one of those items would be enough to make a regional lord ache for half his life. Does this guy really look down on it, or has his brain been damaged by the spiritual energy of a Nascent Soul level?

Only Fang Yu himself knew the truth.

Why not accept it?

Because of bad luck!

That old Yue Emperor looks respectable, but secretly he's raising a whole bunch of blood servant puppets. He's practically a hidden boss in the early game beginner village!

His stuff? It's stained with blood! I wouldn't even take it for free!

Before everyone could recover from this outrageously generous attack, the disciples outside the hall scrambled in, their voices cracking: "Report! Reporting to the Ancestor! Sect Leader! Representatives from the six sects have arrived! They say they want to congratulate the Ancestor on attaining the Nascent Soul stage!"

The hall fell silent instantly, so quiet that the rustling sound of spiritual energy flowing could be heard.

Congratulations? Just two weeks ago they were blocking the door, shouting that they wanted to see him alive or dead, and now they're coming to congratulate you in a group?
This shamelessness is so thick that even the Nascent Soul Tribulation couldn't break through it!

Fang Yu raised an eyebrow, his lazy expression instantly replaced by an interest in watching a good show.

He slowly shifted into a more comfortable position, almost half-lying down, his eyelids drooping lazily. "Oh? They've arrived?" he drawled, his voice slightly muffled, as if he had just crawled out of bed. "What kind of monsters and demons are they?"

Li Huayuan quickly stepped forward and, forcing a smile, reported, "Reporting to Ancestor, the Hidden Moon Sect, the Pure Void Sect, the Heavenly Palace Fortress, the Blade Transformation Valley, the Giant Sword Sect, and the Spirit Beast Mountain have all sent people. The leaders are mostly Core Formation elders from various sects, including Old Li, Old Six, Old Zhang, and Little Liu."

He paused, stole a glance at the half-dead state of the old ancestor on the seat, and then continued, "The one from the Hidden Moon Sect is Elder Nangong Wan."

The three characters "Nangong Wan" were like an invisible needle, precisely pricking Fang Yu's ticklish spot.

The old ancestor who had just been half-dead on the throne stiffened almost imperceptibly.

The next second, with an extremely swift and somewhat sneaky movement, he suddenly turned to the side, turning his face completely to the deserted corner, with the back of his head facing the entrance of the main hall. The white arm that was resting on the armrest slid down and hung limply, and his entire aura became as withered as a dead tree.

Pretending to be asleep! And it's an extremely stiff, obviously obvious act of pretending to be asleep!

Li Huayuan and the elders looked at each other, a strange atmosphere filling the air.

Li Huayuan coughed lightly, trying to break the suffocating silence, and cautiously reminded them, "The representatives of the six sects of the Ancestor are already waiting outside the hall, as you can see."

"Well"

A muffled, almost sleep-like nasal sound came from the direction of the throne, followed by Fang Yu's deliberately low, slightly impatient, and sleepy voice: "I know, what are you fussing about? Disturbing my sleep."

He paused, then gave the order: "The women, all of you, leave. The men, stay."

Li Huayuan was completely dumbfounded.

Drive away?

Are all the women being driven away?
He subconsciously turned his head to glance towards the palace gate, and through the gate, he saw a group of beautiful women outside. He swallowed hard: "Ancestor, the ones who came from the Hidden Moon Sect this time are all female disciples and female elders."

"Oh?" Fang Yu's lazy voice rang out again, as if he had just realized the problem, his tone full of genuine annoyance. "Then... leave the Foundation Establishment stage and above... let them... go cool off somewhere else."

Li Huayuan felt his Dao heart trembling.

This request is absolutely outrageous!
But he dared not disobey, so he could only wear a bitter face, inwardly cursing, while turning around and giving a wink to the disciples outside the hall.

The order was relayed, and the atmosphere at the entrance of the main hall instantly plummeted to freezing point.

The group from the Hidden Moon Sect, especially Nangong Wan who was in charge, had a mixture of astonishment, shame, and disbelief on their beautiful faces, which instantly turned frosty.

She came today carrying the heavy responsibility entrusted by the sect, with utmost sincerity, or perhaps more accurately, with a calculated purpose.

As a result, they couldn't even get through the door?

Just because she's in the Core Formation stage?

Are those above the Foundation Establishment stage not allowed to enter?
Could it be that this newly promoted Nascent Soul patriarch of Yellow Maple Valley has damaged his brain from practicing martial arts?!

A surge of anger suddenly rose in his heart.

Nangong Wan took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to draw her sword and cleave open the broken door. Her clear voice, carrying the penetrating power unique to Core Formation cultivators, clearly entered the hall: "Ancestor Fang! This junior, Nangong Wan, has come today on the orders of the Sect Leader, with important matters to report! I humbly request your assistance, Ancestor."

Before she could finish speaking, a low, angry rebuke suddenly came from the direction of the throne. The voice was extremely low, filled with annoyance at being disturbed, as if squeezing out a single word through clenched teeth: "Shut up."

Before the word "noisy" could even be uttered, Nangong Wan's body suddenly trembled!
That voice. That tone.
And in that fleeting glimpse just now, I seemed to see the ancestor's arm hanging down on the throne, emitting a strange white light?

In a flash, an absurd yet incredibly clear thought crashed into her mind!
Nangong Wan's beautiful eyes widened instantly, filled with extreme shock and disbelief. She almost cried out, her voice rising with excitement and carrying a sharp, distorted quality:

"Ancestor?! Your voice sounds so much like Fang Tiezhu's?!"

Inside the main hall, on the throne.

The towering giant of Huangfeng Valley, who had just been exuding the pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator and intimidating the entire audience, suddenly turned bright red, his face and neck turning completely red in a flash!
They look just like shrimp that have been thrown into boiling water!

Upon hearing the name Tie Zhu, Fang Yuren went numb!
"What the hell! Even in this state, she still recognizes me?"

(End of this chapter)