Chapter 129

When he looked up, he found Xiang Yuanjun was watching him; though her eyes were covered, Xu Xing still felt her gaze.

"I didn't expect a fellow Daoist would make such a joke," Xiang Yuanjun said softly.

"Emm…"

How should he explain that this was all due to habits from his past life?

"I've seen many people on the Spirit Net react this way in similar situations."

"You've adapted remarkably quickly, Fellow Daoist."

"Just average, average."

Then Xu Xing looked toward the tall silver tower in the distance—the tallest and most expansive structure in this region.

Within it pulsed two sublime, boundless energies, as if mysteriously connected to the Dao, carrying a faint air of ethereal detachment.

In this super-underwater city, there were thirty-six such towers, each corresponding to one of the thirty-six councilors of the Supreme Council of the Righteous Alliance.

The residence of the Chairman of the Supreme Council of the Righteous Alliance stood at the very center of these thirty-six towers, taller than all of them by a head.

Yet strangely, Yuan, as the First Chairman, did not reside in one of these towering structures.

"Interesting."

Light and shadow shifted in Xu Xing's eyes, but quickly faded.

The city's defensive strength far surpassed that of Qingqiu City; his view of the past was limited, and to penetrate further back, he would have to trigger something akin to an alarm system.

Take it slow—it's not urgent now.

Xu Xing observed the city, while Xiang Yuanjun beside him watched him.

"After this cultivation retreat, Fellow Daoist has truly changed."

In her memory, Xu Xing had always been very "busy."

Busy granting opportunities to juniors, busy changing the world, busy…

In short, he always seemed to have endless tasks.

But after this retreat, he had become far more "composed."

Soon, the two arrived before a well-dressed, beautiful female cultivator and each handed her a jade tablet carved from spirit jade.

She accepted it respectfully, examined it carefully, confirmed its authenticity, then returned it with equal reverence.

"So you are the emissaries from the Sword Sect and the Taishang Dao Sect," the female cultivator smiled, her lovely face brightening, "please follow me."

The Supreme Council of the Righteous Alliance convenes once every three years to discuss matters of the Alliance.

At such times, they invite representatives from the Xian Sects to observe the martial exhibition.

This resolution was passed during the period shortly after Holy Emperor Yuan vanished, intended to demonstrate the Alliance's martial strength to the Gedaxian Sect.

The result? After only one session, the Huanhuan Sect incident occurred.

It was extremely awkward.

But canceling it outright would seem like an attempt to hide something, so they had no choice but to press on.

Thus, what was meant to be a display of strength became a stage for the younger generation of the Righteous Alliance to showcase themselves.

In recent years, an unexpected bonus emerged.

The top young cultivator among the Xian Sects, Chi Jiuyu, was just slightly inferior to the most outstanding young prodigy of the Righteous Alliance.

A Soul Transformation cultivator in his twenties—something unheard of since ancient times! This thrilled many within the Alliance.

"Should you have any needs during your stay, please inform me."

"Unless absolutely necessary, please do not approach the residences of the councilors."

As their host, the female cultivator led them while explaining the key points to observe during the viewing.

The conditions were extremely lenient—except for the prohibition against approaching the silver towers, there were virtually no restrictions.

Compared to the strictness once imposed on Xian Sect disciples, it was a world apart.

"May I visit Yuan's residence?" Xu Xing asked directly.

"The residence of the First Chairman?" The female cultivator smiled, unsurprised. "Of course. Whenever you have time, I will arrange it for you."

Many are more interested in Holy Emperor Yuan than in the Righteous Alliance. Whether in ancient times is unclear, but for the past thousand years in the Xuan Realm, Holy Emperor Yuan has been the most brilliant figure.

"Do it soon."

"Understood. I will notify you immediately once arrangements are complete."

…………

Atop the Gao Ta.

The eerie youth regarded his younger brother and his own disciple, a hint of conflict crossing his handsome face.

Especially with two women sitting beside him, their features nearly identical, like sisters—he was even more pained.

They say even a wise judge struggles with family matters, but his current situation was far more complex.

Liu Yingying's large, clear eyes brimmed with curiosity as she constantly shifted her gaze between her uncle, father, mother, and the newly met Master Mo Mo Bu Yu.

"Yingying, step outside for a moment—your uncle has some words to speak with your parents and Master Mo," the eerie youth said gently.

"Huh?" Liu Yingying froze; she had wanted to stay and see what would happen. "Uncle, I—"

"Listen to your uncle, Yingying," came her mother's soft voice.

The two women looked nearly identical, but Liu Yingying clearly radiated more youthful vitality.

"Alright…"

Since both her uncle and mother said so, she had no choice but to obey.

She rose slowly, cast one long look at Master Mo, then reluctantly stepped out.

Click! The door closed softly.

But with Liu Yingying's departure, the atmosphere inside did not improve—it grew even stranger.

Mo Ru looked at her disciple sister, now more voluptuous and mature, and several times wanted to speak, but held back.

Fuck! He didn't even know how to address his former disciple sister anymore! Shit! How did things turn out like this?!

"Senior Brother, Ru Yan, this matter—I am the one who wronged Bu Yu," said the Dao-Union Sword cultivator gravely.

"Ah Yang, don't say that. I've always regarded Senior Brother Mo as an older brother. If he misunderstood, it should be my fault."

Liu Yang was the name of the Dao-Union Sword cultivator.

The strange youth was named Liu Yu; both were orphans who took the same master.

Mo Bu Yu's expression was blank.

You treat me as an older brother, yet fall for a senior uncle thousands of years your senior? Then should I call you Senior Aunt, or should your senior uncle call me brother?

"Enough. Since it's all a misunderstanding, let's just clear it up," Liu Yu decided to cut through the chaos with a swift blade. "As cultivators, we should focus on our own Dao, not get tangled in such trivial matters!"

To be honest, he once thought his two disciples liked each other—but reality slapped him hard.

He didn't understand love at all.

But since it had already happened, and Ying Ying had grown so big, could it be changed? Whether he accepted it or not, he had to accept it! "Master's words are correct."

Unexpectedly, Mo Bu Yu was the first to respond to those words.

He looked resolute: "I have not yet achieved Dao-Union. My disciple should focus even more on the Dao!"

"Good!" Liu Yu clapped his hands in praise. "That's my disciple! With this spirit, I will give you my full support!"

"Bu Yu…" Liu Yang's lips trembled.

"Senior Brother…" Mo Ruyan's expression was complex.

"Ru Yan, you too must focus more on your own Dao," Liu Yu scolded again. "Look at your Senior Brother Mo—he entered the sect at the same time as you, and now he's on the verge of Dao-Union, while you haven't even reached Void Return yet."

"Master is right," Mo Ruyan's eyes were filled with shame.

Liu Yang rose and walked to Mo Ruyan's side, gently taking her hand: "Senior Brother, don't worry. Once Ru Yan resolves her inner turmoil, she will ascend to Void Return soon!"

Then the two gazed deeply into each other's eyes.

Liu Yu: "..."

Mo Bu Yu: "..."

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