Chapter 514
The various symbols on the formation plate seemed to come alive, flowing like water, cascading from the plate onto Zheng Fa, crawling over his hands, arms, body, and even his face.
In just a few breaths, these symbols melted away, seeping into Zheng Fa's skin, burrowing deep within him!
Xie Qingxue and Senior Sister Zhang exchanged a glance, one gripping the Qingping Sword, the other holding the Qingjing Bamboo.
The atmosphere in the hall was thick with tension.
Even Li Daoren, who usually wore a smile, had turned serious, his gaze fixed on the formation plate while occasionally glancing at Zheng Fa.
At this moment, Zheng Fa's consciousness was entirely within his body.
Thousands of symbols entered through his skin, traversing every inch of his muscles and meridians, as if searching for something.
They passed through every acupoint, finding nothing, yet seemed to sense something, gathering just outside Zheng Fa's Niwan Palace.
Inside Zheng Fa's Niwan Palace, the Yin-Yang Fish jade pendant floated in his sea of consciousness, beneath which lay a Nine Nether talisman.
Those symbols seemed drawn to the Yin-Yang Fish pendant, rushing into Zheng Fa's sea of consciousness in a frenzy.
It looked as if they were about to "find" the Yin-Yang Fish pendant!
Just then, the Nine Nether talisman suddenly emitted a dark, mysterious light.
In Zheng Fa's sea of consciousness, a strange wave surged, rising and falling, gradually obscuring the Yin-Yang Fish pendant.
The symbols suddenly lost their target, appearing bewildered, and after a moment, they began to withdraw from Zheng Fa's body.
Zheng Fa felt a sense of relief.
At that moment, however, a strange symbol appeared, not retreating but instead rushing back toward Zheng Fa's sea of consciousness.
It seemed to… truly possess its own consciousness!
Zheng Fa opened his eyes and looked at the familiar smiling face of Master Yan—he was indeed a crafty old fox!
Master Yan, however, turned to glance at the Qingping Sword at Xie Qingxue's waist, as if he was not only suspicious of Zheng Fa's relationship with the Tianhe Sect but also curious about how Zheng Fa had managed to persuade his disciple to willingly offer the Qingping Sword.
At this moment, Zheng Fa could finally confirm—among the five sects, the one most wary of him was ironically the Tianhe Sect, where he had the most friends!
…
The Nine Nether talisman in his sea of consciousness suddenly brightened again, charging toward the symbol that was clearly related to Master Yan.
In a distant mortal town, three people walked slowly down a bustling street, devoid of any spiritual energy.
Chen Ting and the ghostly Qin Mu suddenly noticed the Nine Nether Demon Ancestor looking far into the distance, and couldn't help but ask:
"Saint Ancestor?"
"Nothing," the Nine Nether Saint Ancestor shook his head, "An old friend from the Tianhe Sect... Tsk, I haven't even gone to find them, and they can't wait any longer?"
Chen Ting was taken aback, recalling the Nine Nether talisman on Zheng Fa.
The Nine Nether Demon Ancestor clearly wouldn't explain further, only saying:
"Then I shall collect some interest."
…
In Zheng Fa's Niwan Palace, the Nine Nether talisman trembled gently, wrapping around that strange spiritual symbol and bursting out of his Niwan Palace.
Zheng Fa watched in shock as Master Yan's face twisted, the sword at his waist crying out in anguish.
In the next moment, Master Yan blinked, two streams of blood tears flowing down his cheeks, his eyes devoid of whites, leaving only two pools of darkness.
At this moment, even Li Daoren was momentarily stunned, looking at Zheng Fa.
The others were equally shocked.
A Dao Fruit cultivator, unless severely injured, would not display such a tragic appearance.
With the power of a Dao Fruit cultivator, who could silently inflict such a heavy blow?
Just then, a surge of Master Yan's spiritual aura suddenly erupted from the formation plate.
At this, the Hundred Flowers Fairy and the others understood that Master Yan had somehow hidden his spirit within the formation plate, intending to probe Zheng Fa's secrets, only to be taken advantage of.
Li Daoren's expression darkened with anger; he had come to protect, yet had been outsmarted by this Yan fellow, clearly losing face.
"Is there any anomaly with this formation plate?" he coldly asked Master Yan.
Master Yan's expression was strange, his face twisted, whether from pain or anger, he no longer bore the previous kindness and simply shook his head.
"Then according to our previous agreement, the Hundred Immortals Alliance will control the sea region, and the Tianhe Sect can support this?"
Master Yan remained silent, merely nodding.
Li Daoren nodded apologetically at Zheng Fa, but Zheng Fa ignored him, instead looking at the old monk Zhi Xu and the immortal Luo Shang from Haori Mountain, asking, "Do Haori Mountain and Leiyin Temple still think my strength is insufficient?"
The two were taken aback, looking up to see Zheng Fa glaring at them, an intimidating presence in his gaze.
Both were loose immortals, and it had been a long time since anyone had looked at them like that, their faces flushing with anger.
But the next moment, they both turned to look at Master Yan from the Tianhe Sect, those two streams of blood tears seeming to seep into their hearts.
After a long silence, the old monk Zhi Xu finally clasped his hands together and spoke with difficulty, "Zheng Fa's strength is extraordinary; the sea region should rightfully belong to the Hundred Immortals Alliance."
Zheng Fa silently praised—whoever uses the Demon Ancestor speaks well of him!
(End of this chapter)
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**Chapter 393: The Signing of the Alliance, the Inscription of the Monument**
Whether it was the old monk Zhi Xu or the immortal Luo Shang from Haori Mountain, their expressions were hard to describe—confused yet deeply shocked.
At this moment, Master Yan of the Tianhe Sect looked quite unwell, his face showing signs of bewilderment and distortion.
But no matter how one looked at it, his severe injuries were real.
The source of his injuries was also easy to guess; the formation plate likely contained some hidden hand of Master Yan, which Zheng Fa had discovered and used to counterattack.
What they didn't understand was:
Zheng Fa's counterattack had such power!
Hearing Zheng Fa mention the sea region, even if the old monk Zhi Xu wanted to oppose, he had to soften his tone.
With Master Yan joining the list of victims after the Great Freedom Demon Emperor, there was a fact that the old monk Zhi Xu could not deny:
Zheng Fa's hidden strength far exceeded his imagination!
Wuzhi stood behind the old monk Zhi Xu, watching Zheng Fa and the old monk exchange glances.
Clearly, one was a Golden Core cultivator, and the other a loose immortal.
Yet in his eyes, Zheng Fa, the Golden Core cultivator, wore a smile, while the old monk Zhi Xu spoke with fear, leaving him feeling suddenly dejected and anxious.
Let alone him, who had some disagreements with Zheng Fa.
Among the disciples of the five sects present, not a single one was unaffected by this scene.
Having lived under the glory of the five sects for so long, who didn't harbor the mindset that everyone beneath the five sects was but an ant? Now, witnessing a loose immortal from the five sects being held down and matched by the previously obscure Zheng Fa…
This moment truly shattered their perceptions.
The hall fell silent, all eyes filled with complexity, resting on Zheng Fa.
Seeing that the old monk Zhi Xu had already softened, Zheng Fa immediately cupped his hands and said, "Earlier, Master Zhi Xu was also considering the beings of the Xuanwei Realm, showing compassion; it was I who was in the wrong."
No one likely believed in the compassion in his words, but everyone understood Zheng Fa's gesture of "compassion" as a way to give him an out.
The atmosphere in the hall eased considerably, and the Hundred Flowers Fairy smiled, speaking up:
"Master Zhi Xu, you carry the well-being of the beings of the Xuanwei Realm in your heart."
"Zheng Fa, you too are deserving of respect."
"You both impress me greatly."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Fa felt a sense of admiration; despite Yaochi seemingly following the path of the Supreme Dao, the Hundred Flowers Fairy was truly a master of diplomacy!
With her words, regardless of what everyone thought in their hearts, the atmosphere in the hall became much more harmonious.
With the sea region now belonging to the Hundred Immortals Alliance, the most crucial territorial division of this alliance meeting had concluded.
The subsequent matters were minor—yet even in minor matters, there were significant issues, the most important being the signing of the alliance.
Zheng Fa sat beside the table, where a scroll lay.
The scroll was made of shimmering brocade, inscribed with golden spiritual ink that radiated spiritual energy, detailing the outcomes of this alliance meeting.
This document had been written by a female disciple from Yaochi, flowing with ink in one go.
The agreement was lengthy, filled with superfluous words, and Zheng Fa genuinely suspected that the female disciple was merely a pen for Yaochi.
But to summarize, there were four main points:
First, the primary task of the alliance was to guard against the resurgence of ancient immortals and gods, to eliminate various illicit cults, and to regulate the sects within the territory.
After the Hundred Flowers Fairy and others explained, Zheng Fa understood that due to the immortality of Dao Fruit, many ancient immortals and gods could still leave behind some legacies from time to time.
Some people naturally began to practice their techniques and worship unknown deities.
This was often seen as a fortuitous encounter in the Xuanwei Realm.
Now, as a great calamity was about to unfold, the Xuanwei Realm was in chaos, and ordinary people were in peril, making them more willing to seek out wild gods to worship.
The second point targeted the various Demon Ancestors, emphasizing that when dealing with them, the six sects should stand united and not hinder each other.
This point was too pointed, causing everyone in the hall to look toward Zhi Xu and the others.
The third point was simpler: the Dao Fruit cultivators of the six sects were not to attack each other to avoid depleting their strength.
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