Chapter 2076: Three Sect Sword Discussion?

Compared to those calm, solid-foundation disciples of the Dao One Immortal Sect, the group led by the one-eyed strong man is nothing but a disorganized rabble.

Whether it is the foundation of Xiūliàn, the techniques mastered, or even the quality of spiritual energy within their bodies, the two sides differ by heaven and earth, utterly incomparable.

Although both sides are at the same immortal realm cultivation level, this gap is as obvious as the bright moon versus fireflies, making superiority instantly apparent.

As the fierce battle ended, the one-eyed strong man was ultimately no match for the leading disciple of the Dao One Immortal Sect, and was easily subdued on the ground.

At that moment, the heavily injured Hong Zun staggered forward.

He completely ignored his own shocking wounds; his originally dignified face became twisted with anger, and the corner of his mouth curled into a terrifying, ferocious grin.

Back then, Hong Zun was a god of slaughter in the Xia Jie, having endured countless life-and-death battles, fighting his way through before finally arriving on this mysterious land of the Immortal Realm.

Yet here he suffered such utter humiliation—how could the proud and arrogant him bear it?

Especially that clueless one-eyed strong man dared to openly provoke him—he truly deserves death ten thousand times.

Hong Zun stumbled to the one-eyed strong man's front, slowly squatted down, his eyes flashing with a vicious light, and he snarled.

"Hmph, the affairs of this world are truly ever-changing."

Upon hearing this, the one-eyed strong man had already turned pale with fright, his whole body trembling.

He hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Senior... senior, I... I really didn't mean to offend you just now; it was all a misunderstanding. Please, be magnanimous and spare this junior."

However, Hong Zun paid no heed to his pleas.

With a sharp "slap", Hong Zun suddenly raised his hand and gave the one-eyed strong man a resounding slap.

This slap was extremely powerful, striking the one-eyed strong man until he saw stars and a trickle of blood instantly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

After the slap, Hong Zun did not relent; he continued to glare viciously at the one-eyed strong man, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

"Whether it was a mistake or not aside, now that you've fallen into my hands, we have plenty of time to settle this score. You've always wanted to go to my Dao One Immortal Sect, haven't you? Fine, I'll grant your wish—I'll personally take you there."

Having said that, Hong Zun grabbed the one-eyed strong man's collar like lifting a chick, hoisted him up, and strode off toward the Dao One Immortal Sect without looking back.

Under the escort of these few new disciples, the party finally returned to the Sect safely and soundly.

When Hong Zun finally stepped into the Sect, Qi Xiong, Shi Song and the others saw their master-disciple trio in a sorry state.

For a moment, everyone stood frozen as if under an immobilization spell, their faces wearing very strange expressions.

They clearly wanted to laugh but dared not make a sound, straining to hold it in until their faces flushed red.

What on earth happened? They had only been out for a few days—how did they come back in such a sorry state?

Everyone's hearts were filled with doubt and curiosity, yet no one dared to rashly ask.

One could see Hong Zun's normally stern face now flushed with a hint of red; he snorted coldly and barked at everyone in an ill temper.

"I was just careless for a moment, letting this dog slip through the cracks—what are you all laughing at?"

While saying that, Hong Zun still felt unsatisfied, lifted his foot and kicked the one-eyed strong man beside him hard—good, another death sentence added.

Poor one-eyed strong man, already covered in wounds, now suffered an unwarranted kick—truly adding insult to injury—but he dared not even grunt, only enduring the pain in silence.

Thus, Hong Zun stormed off with the one-eyed strong man, disappearing from everyone's sight.

As for what miserable fate the one-eyed strong man would ultimately meet, Qi Xiong and the others were somewhat curious, but none dared to ask.

After all, everyone knows Hong Zun's temper—if you accidentally provoke him, the consequences are quite severe.

Fortunately, after a few days of careful recuperation, the master-disciple trio's injuries had mostly healed.

However, although the bodily wounds had healed, this incident spread like wings throughout the Dao One Immortal Sect, becoming a popular after-dinner joke.

Whenever someone brought it up, it invariably provoked a burst of loud laughter.

For several days, the master-disciple trio could not lift their heads.

Even Ye Zhangqing, upon hearing of it, specially came to pay a visit.

In the following days, the interior of the Dao One Immortal Sect presented a scene of tranquility and harmony.

With Ye Zhangqing personally presiding over the Sect, the newly initiated disciples were all content and at ease.

Daily life followed an orderly routine; the morning, noon, and evening meals were extraordinarily abundant, their deliciousness beyond imagination.

These new disciples, having lived so many years, had never tasted such fine delicacies.

Under the temptation of such mouth-watering cuisine, many disciples, despite having only recently joined the Dao One Immortal Sect, quickly developed a sense of identification that surged like fire meeting oil.

The frivolity and arrogance they once felt upon first entering the Sect have now vanished without a trace.

Even the disciples who are usually hard to direct now obey the orders of Elders Qi Xiong, Shi Song and the others without question.

On such a peaceful day, in the main hall of the Dao One Immortal Sect, the three highly respected Elders Qi Xiong, Shi Song and Wu Shou gathered together to discuss the impending Three Sect Sword Discussion.

Only see Qi Xiong holding a shimmering, exquisitely crafted gilt invitation, his face showing hesitation; he turned to look at Wu Shou and Shi Song beside him and asked.

"Junior brother, why do you think the Immortal Sword Sect sent us this invitation? Do you think our Dao One Immortal Sect should attend this Three Sect Sword Discussion?"

This invitation was only just delivered today, yet what puzzles everyone is that the Dao One Immortal Sect has normally had little interaction with the Immortal Sword Sect; they can practically be said to have never met.

Then, by what means did the Immortal Sword Sect come to know and learn of the existence of the Dao One Immortal Sect?

The Immortal Sword Sect's sudden invitation made Qi Xiong somewhat doubtful, but Wu Shou's attitude toward it was really simple—just one word: go.

Since the Immortal Sword Sect sent the invitation, and the Three Sect Sword Discussion is said to be quite famous around Wuji Xiancheng, while the Dao One Immortal Sect currently lacks reputation—being newly established, it still has little fame in the Immortal Realm.

And this Three Sect Sword Discussion happens to be an opportunity.