Chapter 150

Ba Zun: "This! This is utterly outrageous!"

Dan Zun: "I've always thought Master Jianzun was a man of unwavering integrity, untouched by beauty."

Qi Zun: "I thought the same."

Master Mei Zu: "Oh my~ I accidentally let slip~" 【she covers her face with a shy yellow duck】

Xiang Yuanjun: "【You will suffer bloodshed today.】"

Master Mei Zu: "【Afraid.】"

Can Xiang Yuanjun really engage in meme battles? No—where's Master Jianzun?!

Seeing Hong Zun: "Wait a moment! How can you prove this?!"

Master Mei Zu: "Yes, how can you prove it?"

Master Jianzun: "Because when you sent me that message, Xiang Yuanjun was right beside you."

Master Mei Zu: "Brother, you're being unfair—how could you let outsiders see my private messages to you?!"

Seeing Hong Zun: "..."

So as an elder brother, he'd only just now learned that Xiang Yuanjun had gone to the Alliance with Master Jianzun—after Master Mei Zu? Xu Xing ignored her.

Master Jianzun: "After our trip to the Alliance, I may need to trouble you for a while longer @Ling Zun."

Ling Zun: "Welcome."

Ling Zun: "Also, I've recalled the disciple who was once close to Yuan. He'll arrive soon—you can question him directly."

Master Jianzun: "Thank you."

Ling Zun: "No need to thank me."

Master Mei Zu: "???"

Master Mei Zu: "Why don't you respond when I call you, but you pop up the moment Master Jianzun mentions you?"

Naturally, she received no reply.

Master Mei Zu is always like this in the group—the more you respond, the more she climbs up the ladder.

In Master Jianzun's grand hall, Bie Xuening, having confirmed nothing was amiss, was about to put away her phone.

Master Mei Zu: "Where's Master Jianzun? Master Jianzun, are you frozen?"

This person truly deserves scolding.

Bie Xuening immediately stopped putting away her phone and began "friendly exchange" with Master Mei Zu.

The Alliance of the Righteous Path, highest council's underwater city.

Still the Zui Xian Tavern.

Xu Xing and Xiang Yuanjun sat in their usual spot on the second floor.

It was morning; last night Gu Mo had emerged from seclusion and caused quite a commotion, and with the Alliance's martial exhibition approaching, a string of events had left the tavern nearly empty.

Watching the constant flashes of messages between his sister and Master Mei Zu on the chat screen, Xu Xing replied a few times, then set his phone down.

He looked up at Xiang Yuanjun across from him—she sat holding her wine cup, eyes veiled beneath white gauze, utterly expressionless.

The sudden betrayal had indeed caught him off guard.

"Why does Brother look at me so?" Xiang Yuanjun set down her cup. "I merely spoke the truth."

She knew exactly why he was staring at her.

"..."

That makes perfect sense—I cannot refute it.

But these were ultimately trivial matters; Xu Xing did not dwell on them.

He lifted his cup, took a sip, then Xiang Yuanjun asked:

"Brother, when do you plan to act?"

Gu Mo could see it—they could not possibly miss it either.

"We must wait a little longer." Xu Xing shook his head slightly.

He set down his cup and lightly tapped the table.

Gu's intentions remain unclear—Xu Xing did not believe He had gone to such great lengths merely to sever the righteous path's cultivators' spirit?

After all, such a move is meaningless, with no impact on the grand tide. This is not the previous temptation—even if their spirit were entirely shattered, the weight of those who had merged with the Dao or beyond would not change.

To act rashly now might play right into His hands, letting Him use their actions to achieve His own ends.

"With His methods, it would be easy for Him to be more subtle," Xu Xing added.

"Indeed." Xiang Yuanjun nodded slightly.

Gu, who governs the past, is elusive and mysterious—if He truly wished to conceal it, He would not have acted so brazenly.

Xu Xing pondered, turned his gaze downward, and saw a familiar, delicate figure enter his sight—it was Jiang Yujiu.

Unlike her usual eye-catching attire, she now wore a heavy coat, tightly wrapped, hair loose, no makeup.

Not only had she not livestreamed to ride the trend, she looked troubled and gloomy.

The Chairman Gao Ta, below in a secret chamber.

A figure stood before a crystalline object—his hair white but face youthful, clad in plain robes with a bamboo cap—it was the Chairman of the Highest Council.

Gazing at the quietly floating crystal before him, he drew a deep breath.

Had it not been for the sudden emergency, he truly would not have wished to meet this elder.

He carefully formed a divine seal.

Hmm~ An invisible wave spread outward, the crystalline body glowed faintly, and then a pulling force came.

The Speaker did not resist, letting himself be drawn in.

As his vision went black, and when it cleared again, endless eerie purple mist filled his sight.

Even Given His Realm, the range he could see did not exceed five meters.

The rustling sounds of insects crawling kept coming from his ears, and the ground beneath his feet was soft and wet, as if stepping on a mass of flesh and blood.

Everything made his heart tremble slightly.

After slightly adjusting and calming his emotions a bit, he began to walk deeper.

Within the purple clouds and mist, shadows flickered, as if demons and ghosts twisted and danced wildly, extraordinarily eerie.

"This, my lord, is the one closest to becoming an immortal in the entire Orthodox Alliance; the Dao he cultivates has already reached its utmost."

"A Secret Realm is influenced by him, which is why it has become like this."

"But this is precisely the omen of his tribulation about to succeed."

The Speaker recalled in his mind, continuously cutting down the fear rising in his heart.

Suddenly!

"Hehe——!"

Eerie giggling sounds came from all directions, and what appeared before his eyes seemed to be the most terrifying thing of his life, frightening the Speaker to the point of nearly turning tail and fleeing.

But he still forcibly held back, continuing to walk inward at an unhurried pace.

This Secret Realm is influenced by that senior, so to reach the deepest part, one must always maintain a single speed.

Once one slows down or speeds up, one will encounter extremely terrifying calamities.

He did not know how long it had been, but the Speaker finally arrived before that massive purple flesh mountain that seemed to have a life of its own.

Finally here.

The Speaker, relieved in his heart, hurriedly raised his hand to lift the purple flesh blanket woven as if from flesh and blood, and entered the deepest part that resembled an immortal's blessed land.

In an instant, all distracting thoughts vanished, and a peaceful, tranquil mood caused his taut heart to become calm.

Hoo~ Letting out a long breath, the Speaker carefully tidied his attire before walking inward.

Stepping across the path paved with spirit jade, walking over the nine-bend long bridge, he arrived before that elegant waterside pavilion, then bowed respectfully toward the slender figure inside.

"Greetings, Senior."

At this critical juncture, one must not mention this senior's name, or else unimaginable terrifying calamities would be encountered.

The slender figure seated in the waterside pavilion raised her eyes to look, silently watching him without speaking.

"Senior Blade Sovereign has already departed, presumably heading to the Sword Sect to seek the Master Jianzu. If the Master Jianzu truly arrives, I'm afraid it will affect Senior's path of advancement. May I ask what we should do to remedy this?"

Everything done is for this senior to take the final step, prove the Dao and become an immortal; one must absolutely not fall at the very last step.

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