Chapter 398
But now the problem is that the requirements for setting up the Blood Slaughter Great Formation seem quite low—this means that these people not only have to deal with the demonic sect's transformation but also keep an eye on those disciples with lower cultivation levels.
This is far too passive.
After a moment of silence in the hall, Master Chengkong suddenly turned to Master Tongming and said, “The Hundred Immortals Alliance must contribute.”
“...Yes!”
Master Tongming lowered his head, not daring to argue.
Even though he knew that this would cost the lives of many disciples from the Hundred Immortals Alliance.
“Don’t think it’s unfair. When I arrived, I visited many sects... Each and every one of them must send someone...”
Master Chengkong’s tone was filled with indifference.
The faces of the other four sect members showed a sense of inevitability. How could they fight to the death while the nearby sects sat back and enjoyed the spoils?
The Xuanwei Five Sects were not a charity!
Master Tongming hesitated for a moment and quietly asked, “What about the Jiushan Sect?”
“...We’ll send a letter to them as well.”
Yan Wushuang stood behind Xie Qingxue, unable to resist moving his lips but too afraid to speak.
The other three remained expressionless, though they looked somewhat puzzled, clearly unaware of why Master Tongming had specifically mentioned the Jiushan Sect, and even more confused as to why the usually indifferent Master Chengkong seemed unusually conflicted.
After discussing the plan, Yan Wushuang followed Xie Qingxue back to their courtyard, and he couldn’t help but voice his frustration:
“Senior Sister, why did Master Tongming deliberately mention the Jiushan Sect?”
“If he didn’t bring it up, would Chengkong forget?” Xie Qingxue seemed to know what he was thinking, glancing at him before continuing, “If he forgets, I won’t.”
“Hmm?”
“Having these sects contribute is, of course, because we lack manpower. But secondly, it’s about controlling them, making sure they know their place.”
Yan Wushuang wasn’t a fool, and he began to understand.
“Remember, no matter how much you favor Zheng Fa or value the Jiushan Sect... your stance is more important than talent. Master is angry with you for this reason.”
Xie Qingxue’s words made Yan Wushuang’s lips press tightly together.
“Moreover, he can still be considered a transformation master. If we were to clash with the Great Freedom Demonic Sect and he benefits from it, that would be a joke.”
“You’re not a fool, but discussing internal matters outside is taboo—you must remember, you are a member of the Tianhe Sect, the disciple of the Tianhe Ancestor... not of the Jiushan Sect.”
Yan Wushuang silently grumbled in his heart. Was there really a difference between being a member of the Tianhe Sect and being the disciple of the Tianhe Ancestor?
Seeing his expression, Xie Qingxue thought he understood and unconsciously softened her voice, “Chengkong and Tongming don’t mean any harm towards Zheng Fa; rather, it’s a form of courting favor...”
Yan Wushuang nodded, “To confirm whether he’s one of their own.”
“Exactly. So Zheng Fa doesn’t need to worry about these two.”
Yan Wushuang’s expression relaxed.
“But the monk from the Leiyin Temple is different.”
“Hmm?”
Yan Wushuang’s eyes widened. He recalled the young monk’s appearance, full of compassion and speaking with empathy; among the five, he had left the best impression on him.
“He knows about the Jiushan Sect.”
Hearing his senior sister say this, Yan Wushuang felt no doubt. She sometimes seemed to see right through people.
“Knows?”
“When Tongming mentioned the Jiushan Sect, the other two genuinely didn’t know, but that monk was pretending not to.”
Yan Wushuang slowly widened his eyes. He understood what his senior sister meant. While saying that the monk had malicious intent might be an exaggeration, such pretense certainly had its reasons.
“Senior Sister?”
Yan Wushuang didn’t understand why she was telling him this.
After all, he would definitely find a chance to inform Zheng Fa about it...
“I noticed that Master Chengkong seems quite anxious about Zheng Fa...”
Xie Qingxue smiled, her expression flickering with a hint of mischief.
“...”
“I can’t trust your judgment; the Taishang Dao’s perspective is usually quite good.”
“...”
“That monk is just putting on a show, and it’s annoying.”
“...”
...
When Zheng Fa received Master Chengkong’s summons, he was watching his disciples practice the Immortal Formation.
After reading the message on the communication talisman, he handed it to Sister Zhang beside him, his gaze fixed on the disciples before him.
They were arranged in several lines, resembling a symphony orchestra Zheng Fa had seen on modern television, each using different spells, yet together they performed a fierce symphony of thunder.
“Zhou Tian Shen Lei Immortal Formation!” the elder exclaimed proudly from the side.
“Twenty-four Foundation Establishment disciples can cut through Golden Core!”
“Twenty-four Golden Core disciples can match the Nascent Soul!”
“Give me twenty-four Nascent Souls, and... forget it, we can’t beat a transformation master.”
Behind him, Uncle Pang’s expression was also invigorated.
Clearly, the power of this Immortal Formation pleased both of them.
“Zheng Fa... why do you look like that? Are you not satisfied with this Immortal Formation?”
“I’m satisfied...” Zheng Fa shook his head, “I’m too satisfied. Perhaps we should test the power of this Immortal Formation.”
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**Chapter 337: Rights and Responsibilities, Arm in Arm**
The sky in the Jiushan Realm was always misty, devoid of sunlight.
Yet the lightning from the Zhou Tian Shen Lei Immortal Formation illuminated the Contest of Immortals Island brightly.
The selected twenty-four Foundation Establishment disciples stood in formation, cooperating with each other, either casting spells or activating spirit talismans, causing thunderclouds to roll above them, with thunderclaps echoing.
The lightning they unleashed was brilliant and dazzling, truly not inferior to that of an ordinary Golden Core.
However, the lightning illuminating the sky did not brighten the faces of Zheng Fa and the others.
After passing around the summons from Master Tongming, the smiles on Uncle Pang and the others’ faces dimmed slightly.
The cultivators of the Xuanwei Realm were quite interesting: they yearned for immortality but often recklessly pursued seemingly enticing treasures and techniques, with some even enjoying chaotic environments.
But the people of the Jiushan Realm were different: while some might enjoy war, they certainly did not—now that the Jiushan Realm was thriving, who would wish for turmoil?
Yet war was about to break out.
“Master?”
Uncle Pang and the others looked at Zheng Fa, the title they used making it clear how significant this decision was.
Zheng Fa fell silent for a moment before calmly stating, “Setting aside the demonic sect, the joint summons from the Xuanwei Five Sects is not something we can brush aside.”
“True, we can’t be indecisive,” the elder frowned, “Moreover, we have a longstanding grudge with the Great Freedom Demonic Sect, and the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor covets the Jiushan Realm, so stopping its emergence aligns with our interests.”
Though their words addressed different aspects, they led to a single conclusion:
We must go.
“According to the summons, our main responsibility is to eliminate those disciples below the Nascent Soul level; the danger isn’t that great.”
The Xuanwei Five Sects still cared about their reputation, and perhaps they also felt that cultivators below the transformation level wouldn’t be much use against the demonic sect’s transformation masters.
At least, this task didn’t sound too daunting.
Zheng Fa turned his gaze back to the disciples practicing the Immortal Formation, mentally calculating before issuing an order: “Uncle, select forty-eight Foundation Establishment disciples and twenty-four Golden Core disciples to practice the Immortal Formation, so they can accompany me to Chenjun.”
These would be the most elite disciples of the Jiushan Realm—there were only about twenty Golden Core disciples in total across the Jiushan Sect.
Selecting so many was naturally to allow these disciples to form the Immortal Formation and enhance their self-defense capabilities.
Sister Zhang frowned and spoke up, “You can’t go to Chenjun.”
Zheng Fa was taken aback, only to see Uncle Pang and the others nodding in agreement.
“The safety of the Jiushan Realm rests on your shoulders; you cannot take risks,” the elder said sternly.
“Senior Sister...”
Zheng Fa had intended to lead the team himself, mainly because he felt that with his transformation technique, it would be easy for him to protect himself.
“I, Uncle Pang, and Elder Yuan will lead the team, while Master will stay behind to guard the Jiushan Realm with you.”
Sister Zhang appeared cold and unyielding, completely disregarding Zheng Fa’s authority as the sect leader. She took charge and directly arranged things without consulting him.
The two elders beside her nodded in agreement, as if it were the most natural thing.
Who really was the sect leader here?
“...There’s also the Blood River Ancestor in Jiushan.”
Seeing him silent, Sister Zhang reminded him, and Zheng Fa suddenly realized:
Currently, their ability to suppress the Blood River Ancestor relied heavily on the Jiushan Realm’s unique rules—after all, this was the domain of the Sun and Moon Bell.
If something went wrong with the Sun and Moon Bell, controlling the Blood River Ancestor would become problematic.
Sister Zhang’s meaning was clear: while the Sun and Moon Bell had the power of a transformation master, it was crucial for the stability of the Jiushan Realm, and it was best not to disturb it.
After thinking it over, Zheng Fa still insisted, “I’ll lead the Jiushan Realm, hidden in the shadows.”
Sister Zhang and the others exchanged glances, knowing that as long as Zheng Fa didn’t leave the Jiushan Realm, there wouldn’t be any major issues, so they had no further objections.
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