Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 842 Jiang Xiuqi

On both sides of the flying boat, the clouds move slowly.

The figure in the wide robe seemed startled. After a few breaths of silence, he asked, "What does Han Shoushi mean by this?"

Han Cang remained expressionless and whispered, "You may not be aware that the Black and White Dao Palace has already withdrawn its forces. Given their need for spiritual acupoints and fortune, there's no guarantee they won't rush to aid the other two sects..."

The figure in the wide robe stood up, and the mist around him surged. Even if one could not see the changes in his expression clearly, one could roughly guess his current mood.

He snorted softly and murmured, "I was wondering why I ran into the chief envoy here. Turns out he's been defeated..."

The tone was inexplicable, with a hint of sarcasm and dissatisfaction.

The leader of the Nascent Soul Demon Sect, plus the five people on the list and ten Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators, such a lineup couldn't even last three days...

Han Cang smiled instead of getting angry, his eyes gleaming coldly as he said, "If you don't turn back now, I'm afraid you won't even be qualified to trade with me."

The figure in the wide robe also knew that time was running out, so he stopped arguing with Han Cang. After casually bowing, he stood up and got out of the flying boat, then sped away into the distance.

Looking at the gradually disappearing figure, Han Cang stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance. Although his movements were the same as before, his eyes were piercing and extremely bright...

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Above the sky, the figure in the wide robe consciously escaped from Han Cang's spiritual range, and the momentum of flight stopped quietly. Then he started to make hand gestures and muttered something.

The next moment, wisps of mysterious energy surrounded his body and rushed into his nasal cavity like a spirit snake.

"Oh!"

But there was a loud bang, and the wisps of mysterious energy that had penetrated into his body were shaken violently. His figure gradually became blurred, and within three breaths, he was gone with the wind.

In the sky, the figure in the wide robe disappeared, leaving only a faint remnant of profound energy lingering in the air...

The domain of the Jiang family in Runan, Chonghua Peak.

The land is covered with green, and there are palaces and pavilions on the top of the mountain.

In a secret room, with dim light, a silver-haired man sat on a cushion with his eyes closed, motionless.

An unknown amount of time had passed when suddenly there was a movement in the silent room. The void twisted and emitted layers of mysterious light, and a figure in a wide robe appeared faintly in it.

The silver-haired man seemed to have noticed something, his eyes suddenly opened and closed, he raised his hand and waved it, and there was a plop, and a figure in a wide robe really fell here.

The mist that obscured the figure dissipated, revealing a face in a wide robe.

The man was about thirty years old, with regular features and particularly conspicuous silver hair. He was exactly the same as the person who waved.

But his eyes were dull and lifeless, and he looked obviously a first-class clone.

The silver-haired man stretched out his hand and drew out a ray of gray light from the center of his clone's eyebrows. After absorbing it into his own body, scenes flashed before his eyes like flowing water.

His brows gradually furrowed, and after pondering for a moment, he stood up, put away his clone, and left the secret room in a hurry.

He walked through the corridor and arrived at the Chonghua Main Hall. There was a guard outside the hall. When he saw him coming, he quickly stepped forward to greet him and said, "Uncle."

The silver-haired man glanced at him and nodded, "But is he the second kid from Brother Tong's family?"

The man's expression lit up as he nodded repeatedly, saying, "That's right, kid! That's right, kid!"

He smiled, scratched his head, and said, "My father often mentioned my uncle to me, saying that he was a rare genius in our family, and that I, his nephew, admired him very much."

"Thanks to my uncle, I was assigned a guard duty, so I don't have to go out and risk killing demon cultivators..."

The silver-haired man smiled slightly and said, "If that's the case, then I'll assign you another errand, okay?"

The man raised his head and patted his chest: "Uncle, please give me your instructions. I will obey you in every way!"

"Go and tell them that I'm going to discuss important matters with the leaders of the Chunyangtian and Ziji Sects. Tell them to come quickly."

"Yes!"

The nephew agreed and was about to leave when he saw a streak of light flying in from the horizon. After landing gracefully, he saluted the silver-haired man and said, "Brother, the ancestor will pass it on to you."

The silver-haired man's heart moved. After thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "I'll go right away."

He turned around and looked at his nephew: "You can go by yourself. If I come back late, let the two fellow sect members wait for a while."

After saying this, he flicked his sleeves, rose up, and disappeared in a moment.

After flying for half an hour, they entered the high pavilion of the clan.

The Jiang clan patriarch sat at the head of the table. When he noticed the arrival of someone, he looked down with a smile and said, "Xiu Qi is here. Please sit down."

Jiang Xiuqi smiled and nodded, but still bowed meticulously before sitting down.

"When did the ancestor come back? Did you have something to ask me?"

Apart from the newly emerged magic caves, there are still many magic caves in Zhongzhou that are left over from tens of thousands of years ago. True Lords like the ancestor of the Jiang family are the key people to suppress those remaining magic caves.

The Jiang clan ancestor smiled and said, "It's nothing serious. I just heard some things about you after returning from the Demon Cave."

Jiang Xiuqi's face tensed up, and he quickly stood up, bowed, and said with lowered eyes, "But is there anything my grandson has done wrong? I would like to ask for your guidance..."

Before he could finish his words, the Jiang clan patriarch laughed heartily and waved his hand: "What are you talking about? Are you really that lacking in confidence, Xiuqi?"

He slowly stood up and said loudly, "You have done a great job in supporting the Pure Yang Heaven and Purple Extreme Sects!"

The sound was like thunder, echoing in the high pavilion.

Jiang Xiuqi's heart skipped a beat, but he still didn't raise his head. "Grandmaster, thank you for your compliment. I was simply sympathetic to my fellow Daoists in need. Since we still have some strength left, why don't we lend a hand?"

The Jiang clan ancestor nodded repeatedly and said, "That's exactly the truth, that's exactly the truth."

He paced down the stairs and sighed, "Ever since the sword-fighting event in Zhongzhou over a hundred years ago, since that scoundrel from Beiyuan took over the Shangzhen Dao Palace, our Jiang clan has had a less-than-close relationship with the various clans in Zhongzhou."

"If there were no special circumstances, it would be fine if we didn't stay close to each other. However, during this ten-thousand-year demonic calamity, if we don't have reliable allies, even my Jiang family would be in danger of being overthrown."

"For this reason, I've tried every possible method, but to no avail. Although I've made many promises, what use are they in this tribulation?"

"The devil's calamity is over, and everything will finally come to an end."

"I had already given up on this idea, but I didn't expect you to break this deadlock..."

He brushed his beard and smiled, saying, "Yesterday, two fellow True Lords from Chunyang Heaven and Ziji Sect sent me letters expressing their gratitude and saying they were willing to sign an alliance with my Jiang family to jointly deal with this demonic calamity!"

He reached out and patted Jiang Xiuqi on the shoulder: "Xiuqi, this is all thanks to you!"

Jiang Xiuqi seemed to be stunned on the spot, his expression somewhat stiff, and he did not look as happy as he had expected.

The Jiang clan patriarch frowned, "Xiu Qi, what's wrong?"

Hearing this, Jiang Xiuqi suddenly came back to his senses, pursed his lips and smiled, saying, "It's okay, grandson just didn't expect..."

"Hahaha, not to mention you, even I, the ancestor, was caught off guard."

The Jiang clan's ancestor turned around and took a seat at the head of the table. His expression was serious as he spoke, "But now that this matter has been resolved, we can't be vague. Xiuqi, please remember this: you must help the Pure Yang Heavenly and Purple Extreme Sects suppress the Demonic Cave to demonstrate our Jiang clan's sincerity."

Jiang Xiuqi's eyes flickered, his mind conflicted. Dividing his efforts to aid the Chunyang and Ziji sects was, in reality, a tactical move for his own benefit. If he offered it to the ancestor as a favor, it would certainly benefit the clan, but it would be of little use to him.

After all, right now, he only needs one "Three Lives Blood God Pill"...

However, he could not say this. After a few breaths of silence, he bowed his head and said, "Grandson has made note of this. I will definitely live up to the trust placed in me by my ancestor."

The Jiang ancestor nodded in great satisfaction. As he waved his hand to signal Jiang Xiuqi to leave, he caught a glimpse of the silver hair and frowned. He asked, "Are you still practicing the Taoist magic of your mother's family?"

Jiang Xiuqi paused, then nodded slightly.

The Jiang clan ancestor continued, "While that Daoist technique is undoubtedly powerful, it also has significant drawbacks. For example, the appearance of this flower is too strange. As a disciple of the Jiang clan, how could I show it to others like this?"

"I've told you this more than once or twice, why are you so reluctant to give it up?"

Jiang Xiuqi had a puzzled expression on his face. He bowed and apologized, "Grandson, I admit my mistake. I will discard this technique once the demonic calamity is over."

"Alright, let's wait until the demonic calamity is over."

The Jiang ancestor waved his hand and said, "Go ahead."

Jiang Xiuqi bowed again and backed out of the pavilion.

Walking in the sky, it was just when the sky was getting brighter.

The whistling wind blew against his face, his Taoist robe fluttering, and his silver hair flew wantonly. Amidst the light and shadows of the sky, he looked particularly eye-catching and eerie...

Chonghua Peak, main hall.

Jiang Xiuqi's figure appeared, and his nephew, who was guarding outside the hall, hurried forward to report, "Uncle, the elders from the Pure Yang and Purple Extreme veins are already waiting inside the hall."

"it is good."

He strode into the main hall and immediately saw two figures pacing back and forth in the hall.

A man in red shirt, with firm eyes and brows, was none other than Yang Cheng, the Taoist master of Chunyang Heaven.

The other person was wearing a purple robe, looked middle-aged, and had a jade pendant around his waist. He looked very elegant, but he was Peng Yingzong, the leader of Ziji Sect.

"My two Taoist friends, I've been waiting for a long time."

Jiang Xiuqi walked forward as he spoke, and after gesturing to the two of them, they sat down one after another.

The situation was extremely urgent, so Yang Cheng and the other two had no time for idle chatter and asked directly, "I wonder what arrangements Fellow Daoist Jiang has made? Please tell us directly."

Jiang Xiuqi's expression grew serious. "Very well, Fellow Daoist Yang, Fellow Daoist Peng, our three families have been locked in a stalemate with the demonic cultivators for a long time. It's time for a final resolution."

Upon hearing this, Peng Yingzong's eyes lit up and he said, "That's right. The demonic cave is about to solidify. If we don't suppress it, when the demonic calamity arrives, you and my three families will bear the brunt and will surely suffer greatly."

Yang Cheng pondered for a moment, then frowned and asked, "How do you plan to solve this, Fellow Daoist Jiang?"

If the problem could be solved easily, why would he come here?

Jiang Xiuqi smiled faintly and didn't rush to answer. He simply said, "Just now, the ancestor summoned me and told me a lot of his heartfelt words. He said that since our three families are neighbors, we should work together. I was deeply touched and have some ideas in mind."

"Please speak, Fellow Daoist Jiang." Peng Yingzong urged.

Jiang Xiuqi asked, "Fellow Daoist Peng, how many demon cultivators are there in the demon cave within your Ziji Sect to interfere?"

Peng Yingzong thought about it and said, "It seems like there are five people. Two of them are on the list, but their rankings are much lower."

Jiang Xiuqi nodded and asked, "If I let you lead your fellow disciples to attack, would you be able to drive them away or even kill them all?"

Peng Yingzong's face darkened. "We won't be able to fight them for even a moment. The other demon cultivators will come to support us. How can we drive them all away?"

"There's no need to think about this. Fellow Daoist Peng, just tell me, is it possible to deal with the demon cultivators in front of this sect?"

Seeing his serious expression, Peng Yingzong gritted his teeth and replied, "Yes!"

"it is good!"

Jiang Xiuqi clapped his hands with his fists, a gleam of brilliance flashing in his eyes. He shouted, "After we return, Fellow Daoist Peng, just drive away the demon cultivators. As for the demon cultivators who come to support us, leave them all to the Jiang family!"

Peng Yingzong was stunned, thinking he had misheard.

When did the Jiang family of Runan become so well?
Although there were some support efforts in the past two days, they were just for show and never took the initiative.

But today is out of character...

"Could it be that Master Jiang really gave the order?"

Just as Peng Yingzong was pondering this, Jiang Xiuqi said with a look of annoyance on his face, "Why, Brother Peng, don't you believe me?"

"Believe it, believe it. I certainly believe it. I'll just wait until I get back and have a final battle with that demon cultivator!"

Peng Yingzong pursed his lips secretly and thought, "The Jiang family has twelve Nascent Soul cultivators. If they were to send all of them out, they would indeed have the strength..."

"it is good!"

Jiang Xiuqi looked at Yang Cheng again and said, "Fellow Daoist Yang, the same goes for you. When you return, you can fight the demon cultivators. I, the Jiang family, will be responsible for stopping any reinforcements."

Yang Cheng nodded calmly and asked, "If Fellow Daoist Jiang sends all his fellow Daoists to my side, how can we suppress this demon cave?"

Jiang Xiuqi cast his gaze on the ground and said confidently, "I am enough here."

"What courage!" Peng Yingzong did not forget to praise.

Jiang Xiuqi smiled and said, "Thank you for your praise, Fellow Daoist Peng. Now that this matter has been settled, let's take action now."

Yang Cheng and Peng Yingzong stood up, bowed to him, and then left the main hall together. Then they all shot out into the distance.

As they were about to part ways, Yang Cheng's heart stirred. He called out to Peng Yingzong and asked in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist Peng, do you think there's anything strange about Jiang Xiuqi?"

"Absolutely."

To his surprise, Peng Yingzong responded in a decisive tone.

"Then why did you agree so readily? Aren't you worried about missing something?"

Peng Yingzong shook his head and sighed, saying, "Fellow Daoist Yang, it's not that I'm not afraid, but the situation is pressing. If we don't suppress the demon cave, the consequences will be disastrous."

"Compared to this, Jiang Xiuqi might be a little weird, but as long as he can help Ziji Sect suppress the Demon Cave, anything is fine..."

Yang Cheng nodded slightly, feeling relieved for a moment...

Chonghua Peak.

After Jiang Xiuqi sent the two away, his face suddenly turned pale, and he walked into the previous secret room with a weak step. He quickly climbed onto the cushion and sat cross-legged. He took out a red pill with a strong fishy smell from his sleeve and swallowed it.

After a moment, his complexion returned to normal, but only that hint of silver gave off a gloomy feeling.

He reached out and tugged at a strand of hair, only to find it dry and raw, just like that of the ordinary old man who was about to die...

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(End of this chapter)