Warning! A hidden dragon has emerged!

Golden Valley, Wind and Rain Pavilion.

Su Qingyan, Ling Yuyan, and Qin Ling have been stationed at headquarters for over a month.

They waited patiently the entire time, hoping to witness the appearance of the mysterious person who had sealed Qin Ling's memories.

However, after a full thirty days, the other party seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace. Despite a full-scale online search and investigation by various parties, not a single clue was found.

On the contrary, undercurrents are surging among various forces, and turmoil is gradually brewing.

A secret report from Fengyulou has arrived: the Hidden Immortal Sect and the White Eagle Alliance have reached a strategic cooperation agreement, officially settling in Liujin Valley and establishing their own sect. The two major forces have joined forces to carve out a territory and control the entire Liujin Valley area, revealing their ambitions.

The atmosphere in the White Eagle Alliance council hall was somber.

Alliance leader Chuan Te sat in the main seat, his brows furrowed and his face full of worry.

Seeing this, Yang Zhentian, the sect leader of the Hidden Immortal Sect, asked:

"The alliance leader has been looking worried these past few days; has he encountered a thorny problem?"

Chuan sighed deeply, his tone grave.

"The Persian Ming Cult wants to blockade the Strait of Hormuz and cut off all of our White Eagle Alliance's sea routes. We've discussed it for a long time, but to no avail. You see..."

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhentian immediately chuckled and patted his chest, saying:

"I thought it was some incredibly difficult problem!"

"It's just a mere secular sect, why bother with it? I'll immediately dispatch a Core Formation Realm elder to carry out a decapitation strike against the Ming Cult leader, and the shipping problem will be solved."

His tone was flippant, as if killing a sect leader was nothing more than a trivial matter.

A subtle smile flickered across Trump's eyes; he had been waiting for those words.

He spent huge sums of money and resources to support the Hidden Immortal Sect in establishing itself in Flowing Gold Valley, essentially using the Hidden Immortal Sect to pave the way for his own future.

Now is the time for the Hidden Immortal Sect to realize its value and risk its life for the sect.

"Since Sect Leader Yang has been so righteous in his assistance, I will await good news."

Chuan Te readily accepted the offer.

"It's no big deal!"

Yang Zhentian readily agreed, brimming with arrogance.

Although Liujin Valley is a gathering place for all sorts of people, it is still much weaker than the orthodox cultivation world of the Dragon Kingdom.

A Core Formation Realm elder is enough to sweep away all forces; the Ming Cult leader is doomed.

As he spoke, Yang Zhentian abruptly changed the subject.

"In addition, our sect has reported that Miao Miao from Japan will be arriving at Liujin Valley soon, accompanied by the Yamata no Orochi and the Demon King Mo'e. We will need the Alliance Leader to take good care of her when she arrives."

"Miaomiao?"

Upon hearing the name, Chuant's eyes lit up, and he immediately became interested.

"It's so great that she could come!"

He paid no attention to the terrifying power of the Yamata no Orochi and the Tenma, and was only interested in the Japanese Miao Miao.

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The Wind and Rain Pavilion.

At this moment, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Ling Yuyan rubbed her throbbing temples, her eyes filled with irritation, and coldly questioned the old woman kneeling below.

"You clearly said that the mysterious person who sealed Ling'er's memories would appear in Flowing Gold Valley, but a whole month has passed, and there's still no sign of them?"

"You keep delaying, do you think my master and I are easy to bully, or do you simply not take Fengyulou seriously?"

Ling Yuyan, Qin Ling, and Su Qingyan rushed over, hoping to unlock Qin Ling's memory seal, but their hopes were dashed, and they have yet to see the person who sealed it.

The old woman on the ground was startled and kowtowed repeatedly, explaining in fear.

"Please calm down, my lord. I would never dare to lie in the slightest. I did receive a message from that person last month, agreeing to appear at Flowing Gold Valley, but recently they have completely disappeared without a trace. I have exhausted all channels and have no way to find them!"

Looking at the panicked and frightened old woman, Su Qingyan spoke slowly, her voice gentle yet carrying a calm composure, suppressing Ling Yuyan's anger.

"Yan'er, calm down."

"Anyway, it's nothing serious, just consider it as your teacher coming here to relax."

She knows what she's doing.

The old woman saved Qin Ling's life, and no matter the outcome, she should not be disheartened.

However, the seemingly calm Flowing Gold Valley is actually fraught with hidden dangers.

A massive upheaval that will engulf the entire Golden Valley is quietly brewing.

Jingle Bell!

Just then, a rapid cell phone ring broke the dull atmosphere in the store.

Ling Yuyan grabbed the phone and saw the words "Junior Brother" flashing on the screen, her heart tightening suddenly.

She quickly answered the phone and gently inquired:

"Junior brother? How's it going on your end?"

Qin Quan's voice came through the receiver.

"Second Senior Sister, I've brought the people from Penglai Immortal Sect to Liujin Valley Airport. Please arrange for twenty buses to come and pick us up as soon as possible, so that everyone doesn't have to wait at the airport for too long."

"Twenty buses?"

Upon hearing the number, Ling Yuyan abruptly stood up from her chair, nearly dropping her phone, and her voice cracked.

Where do you get so many buses from Fengyulou?

There are only three or four vehicles at most.

A bus can carry fifty people, so twenty buses would carry over a thousand. They're not just coming to join her; they're clearly leading a top-tier army!

"Junior brother, how many of you have come?"

She lowered her voice and pressed on, her heart pounding with nervousness.

"Not many, only about nine hundred people."

Qin Quan's nonchalant tone left Ling Yuyan speechless.

Without a second thought, she immediately dialed the number of people hiding at the airport and, in the name of Fengyulou, forced them to mobilize twenty buses, her attitude firm and brooking no refusal.

Fortunately, the other party did not fail in their mission.

One hour later.

Twenty brand-new buses arrived in a grand procession at the entrance of the Wind and Rain Pavilion and were neatly parked in the center of the park.

The previously low-profile assassin organization instantly became the focus of Flowing Gold Valley, and the news spread throughout the entire region as if it had grown wings.

In the White Eagle Alliance council hall, Trump stared at the photos sent by the intelligence department, his eyes wide like copper bells.

"Twenty fully loaded buses? What's Fengyulou up to?"

He stroked his chin, a hint of conspiracy gleaming in his eyes.

His subordinate immediately stepped forward and, following his train of thought, said:

"Alliance Leader, Fengyulou is definitely planning something big. Why don't we strike first and give them a taste of their power?"

"That's a good idea."

A malicious smile curled at the corner of Trump's mouth.

"I am the king of Flowing Gold Valley. I don't care what organization it is. If they don't give me face, they are not giving face to the White Eagle Alliance."

"Yes, why didn't they report such a large-scale operation to the White Eagle Alliance? They're clearly not taking us seriously."

That person was stirring up trouble, always eager to make things worse.

"How about we launch a couple of missiles at her first, then change the missile bodies to the symbols of the Persian Ming Cult? That way we can eliminate a major threat, frame the Ming Cult, and gain an ally—wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone?"

"Our leader is brilliant! This plan is flawless!"

The crowd around him echoed his sentiments, and Trump was overjoyed by the flattery.

Trump, who was always doing things his own way, was delighted by his subordinates' flattery and immediately gave the order.

"Notify the arsenal to immediately prepare two supersonic missiles, imprinting the entire missile body with the characters of the Persian Ming Cult. Launch them at the Wind and Rain Tower in one hour!"

"Yes, sir!"

The subordinate accepted the order and quickly withdrew.

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