Chapter 494
The previous chaos within the Bai Xian Alliance largely stemmed from this vague system.
Many matters, if they didn’t concern the Jiu Shan Realm, he wouldn’t delve into deeply.
He didn’t even think about how to influence or shape the Bai Xian Alliance; it simply didn’t cross his mind.
He wasn’t claiming absolute fairness, but in reality, the disparity between the cultivators of the Xuan Wei Realm and the mortals, as well as between power and obligation, was glaringly unjust.
Take the Great Freedom Demon Emperor, for instance… After several rebellions, at least a hundred million mortals had perished.
No one cared about these casualties; in fact, most factions within the Bai Xian Alliance chose to let things run their course.
Yet, rationally speaking, without these mortals, the Bai Xian Alliance would face significant issues in recruiting disciples in the future.
On an emotional level… he simply didn’t like it.
…
Due to the urgency of saving lives, Zheng Fa initially ignored Wu Zhi and Luo Shangxian from Haori Mountain, but both parties were constantly watching him.
Seeing how much he cared for these mortals, their reactions varied, but neither seemed overly concerned.
After a moment, Ming De, the head elder, suddenly fixed his gaze on Wu Zhi and coldly asked, “What brings you here?”
Zheng Fa was also curious and turned to look.
It was worth noting that Wu Zhi had once betrayed the Taishang Dao because of Qingjing Zhu, so his presence here… his intentions were easy to guess.
Sweat beaded on Wu Zhi’s forehead; he dared not speak the truth.
“I…” Wu Zhi bit his lip, suddenly recalling something, and said, “I’m here to invite Zheng Zhangmen to attend the Wuzong Alliance Conference!”
The Wuzong Alliance Conference?
Zheng Fa blinked, not quite understanding.
However, Luo Shangxian and the others beside him shifted their expressions, glancing at Zheng Fa as if they had been reminded of something.
Zheng Fa looked back at them.
Ming De explained, “The Wuzong Alliance Conference is being held due to the resurrection of the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor. The situation in Xuan Wei is changing, and our five sects wish to resolve misunderstandings and discuss how to combat the Demon Sect.”
“As the name suggests, only the five sects of Xuan Wei can participate.”
Zheng Fa thought about Mu Qingyan’s “memories” and suddenly understood:
High emotional intelligence means resolving misunderstandings.
Low emotional intelligence means dividing territories.
Although the sects had many conflicts, they seemed relatively united against the Demon Sect.
Was Wu Zhi implying that after this battle, Zheng Fa and his group would have a seat at the table?
He glanced at Wu Zhi, knowing that this person was likely just talking nonsense.
But… Luo Shangxian’s expression was different; he looked at Zheng Fa and nodded repeatedly, as if he found Wu Zhi’s words quite reasonable.
It seemed this person had genuinely been frightened by the death of the Great Freedom Demon Emperor.
Wu Zhi continued, “Zheng Zhangmen’s strength rivals that of Dao Guo, and you have eliminated the scourge of the Great Freedom for our Xuan Wei Realm. I believe your strength and contributions qualify you to attend the Wuzong Alliance Conference…”
Behind Ming De, Tong Ming, who had been too timid to join such high-level discussions, twitched his lips.
After working hard for tens of thousands of years, he had dreamed of the Bai Xian Alliance becoming the sixth sect of Xuan Wei, only to have that dream shattered, leaving him disheartened. Now, he suddenly saw a shortcut:
If he handed it over to Zheng Fa, the Bai Xian Alliance would be gone, and that would instantly make it the sixth sect of Xuan Wei!
Who would dare to disagree?
A look of bittersweet satisfaction spread across his face…
(End of this chapter)
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**Chapter 383: Grateful for the Demon Emperor, Makes Perfect Sense**
After roughly settling the disaster victims, Zheng Fa invited Luo Shangxian and the others into the Qingmu Sect to talk.
The entrance of the Qingmu Sect had been ravaged, leaving it in disarray. Fortunately, cultivators had their means, and the buildings were repaired quickly. However, the spiritual herbs in the medicinal garden and the elixirs in the alchemy room were all ruined—quite literally.
Zheng Fa glanced at Song Zhangmen of the Qingmu Sect, who sat to his right, noticing his pale complexion, clearly distressed.
In the hall were Luo Shangxian, Wu Zhi, Ming De, and others, all of whom were at least at the Transformation stage, while Song Zhangmen, being a Nascent Soul, looked as if the chair beneath him was the Great Freedom Demon Emperor himself, frequently casting anxious glances at Zheng Fa.
Zheng Fa gave him a reassuring look—
He was just a Golden Core cultivator, yet he dared to sit here confidently.
You’re still a Nascent Soul!
Straighten up a bit!
Of course, the main reason was that this was the Qingmu Sect’s territory, and as the host, Song Zhangmen should have a seat.
“Luo Shangxian, could you clarify the rules of the Wuzong Alliance Conference?”
He didn’t pay much attention to Song Zhangmen, instead turning to Luo Shangxian from Haori Mountain, glancing at Wu Zhi as well, since this Wuzong Alliance Conference was proposed by the true inheritors of Leiyin Temple.
Zheng Fa felt a hint of wariness in his heart.
The Wuzong Alliance Conference sounded good, but he hadn’t forgotten that both of these individuals had ulterior motives for being here.
One wanted Qingjing Zhu, and the other sought Fusang Wood; naturally, their words raised suspicions.
Luo Shangxian seemed to sense his doubts, a flicker of anger crossing his face, but upon seeing Sister Zhang on his left and Xie Qingxue on his right, he fell momentarily silent, only snorting, “Does the Tianhe Sect not know?”
Xie Qingxue’s face was pale, fragile as if she might shatter with a touch, yet she spoke up, “I heard my master mention the Wuzong Alliance Conference a few days ago.”
“Due to the many grievances accumulated among our five sects in Xuan Wei, and with the current chaos in the realm, the elders of the five sects proposed this conference.”
“The most important thing… is to delineate our respective spheres of influence and to combat the potential emergence of the Demon Ancestor. Finally, we will establish a pact; if anyone breaches it, the sects will unite against them.”
Upon hearing this, Zheng Fa couldn’t help but look at Wu Zhi—why didn’t you reflect on this?
What Xie Qingxue said was similar to Luo Shangxian’s earlier words; he still trusted this girl. So, this meant…
“So the Bai Xian Alliance originally…”
He suddenly thought of a question.
Xie Qingxue paused for a moment, then looked at Luo Shangxian, who narrowed his eyes, “We’ve roughly discussed it before; this area of the Bai Xian Alliance should belong to my Haori Mountain.”
This was getting a bit troublesome.
According to Xie Qingxue, Zheng Fa began to grasp the essence of this so-called Wuzong Alliance Conference:
Dividing territories!
“Does this mean that within each sect’s sphere of influence, other sects cannot interfere?”
Xie Qingxue nodded.
This was indeed a way to reduce conflicts, and Zheng Fa even suspected that there might have been a similar conference in Mu Qingyan’s “memories.”
After the conference, the five sects would likely undergo a wave of integration among the sects.
Only then could the so-called Dao Nation and Buddha Land, the Holy Land and Divine Court be formed—
In simple terms, this Wuzong Alliance Conference resembled a feast for the resources and power of the sects.
Once the five sects made their decisions, they wouldn’t care about how the other sects felt.
If the previous Bai Xian Alliance and Jiu Shan Sect were involved, they would probably have been laid out on the table.
But now it was different:
With the death of the Great Freedom Demon Emperor, the Jiu Shan Sect had earned a place at the table!
All thanks to the seat gifted by the Great Freedom!
…
Song Zhangmen of the Qingmu Sect listened intently, his eyes growing brighter, his posture straighter, inching closer to Zheng Fa, his previously pale face turning a shade of crimson.
Zheng Fa cast a glance at him, feeling less excited than he was, but he began to calculate: it would be best to attend the Wuzong Alliance Conference.
Going could bring some benefits, but it might also pose some dangers—mainly the risk of being discovered.
Not going…
That would be strange; hiding and being evasive would only make him seem guilty and could lead to even greater trouble.
Now, with the death of the Great Freedom Demon Emperor, others couldn’t grasp the true state of the Jiu Shan Realm.
Didn’t he know it himself?
Xie Qingxue had nearly become a human sacrifice, not to mention.
He and Sister Zhang had also given their all, but the Great Freedom Demon Emperor had mostly not died by their hands.
If the five sects were to test them and expose their weaknesses…
That would be a much bigger issue.
His thoughts raced, but a smile appeared on his face: “Since the Shangxian values my Jiu Shan Sect, it would be an honor for us to attend the conference.”
Luo Shangxian looked at Zheng Fa’s calm smile, nodding slightly, his thoughts unknown.
After discussing the Wuzong Alliance Conference, perhaps the death of the Great Freedom Demon Emperor had left him pondering, or perhaps he simply didn’t want to engage further with these weaker cultivators. He stood up and bid farewell to Zheng Fa.
Seeing him leave, Wu Zhi also hurried away.
As the group departed, Zheng Fa turned back to look at Song Zhangmen of the Qingmu Sect, who was now bowing his head, standing before him with even more respect than before.
Clearly, he had been shaken by Luo Shangxian’s earlier words about the Wuzong Alliance Conference.
“I will send disciples from Jiu Shan to assist with the disaster victims, but you must pay attention.”
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