Chapter 2117: Just seeking death on their own

After temporarily putting Xu Jie's matter out of his mind, since there's nothing he could change anyway, he would just wait for their outcome.

Meanwhile, inside Wuji Xiancheng, just as Qi Xiong and his companions had thought, Wuji Xiancheng naturally also learned of the beast tribe's movements.

As one of the twenty-four immortal cities of the Immortal Realm, Wuji Xiancheng is very strong.

Over the years, it has clashed countless times with the beast tribes within Wuji Shanmai.

Just fending off beast tide attacks has already been recorded countless times.

And even to this day, Wuji Xiancheng still stands here, which shows a glimpse of its strength.

At this moment, inside the city lord's mansion at the city's center, a burly old man sat in the courtyard, eating large mouthfuls of roasted meat.

His bare upper body was covered with intersecting scars.

Although he already had a full head of white hair, the old man's first impression on people was not frailty but ferocity and brutality.

He was like a humanoid demonic beast, his whole body filled with a sense of power.

His sturdy flesh and surging qi and blood made it clear that the old man was a body cultivator.

Moreover, he had trained his physique to the extreme as a body cultivator.

The path of body cultivation is inherently difficult; to reach the old man's level, looking across the entire Immortal Realm, such individuals are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

And this old man is the current city lord of Wuji Xiancheng.

He is an existence that has surpassed the Immortal Emperor Realm.

At this moment, the old man, while stuffing his mouth with the roasted meat in his hand, listened to his subordinate's report.

«The beast herd is indeed beginning to gather; looking at their target, they seem to be heading toward the Dao One Immortal Sect. City Lord, should we... »

The middle-aged subordinate spoke respectfully, and after finishing, he asked whether their Wuji Xiancheng should intervene.

But before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, the old man interrupted him indistinctly.

«The beast herd isn't coming after us, so what would we do by intervening? »

«But the Dao One Immortal Sect, after all... »

«They chose their own sect's location. »

The old man said indifferently.

The Dao One Immortal Sect and Wuji Xiancheng have no grudges or grievances, and at the same time have little interaction.

Wuji Xiancheng has no reason to lend aid; as long as the beast tribes of Wuji Shanmai are not targeting them, it's fine.

Over these years, Wuji Xiancheng and Wuji Shanmai have barely formed a strange balance.

The old man does not wish to break this balance.

Otherwise, the casualties would be his Wuji Xiancheng.

Although the old man isn't afraid of the beast tribes of Wuji Shanmai, who would idly go looking for trouble?

Hearing the old man's words, the middle-aged man nodded and said nothing more.

«Then I'll keep watching over them. »

Having said that respectfully, he then carefully withdrew.

In the courtyard, the old man ate an entire half of a roasted demonic beast before he satisfiedly patted his belly.

He exhaled a mouthful of turbid qi, and the white mist dispersed just like smoke.

«Comfortable. »

He laughed loudly, then softly chuckled and said.

«Seeking death on their own. »

It was somewhat puzzling, but at that moment only the old man was in the courtyard, with no one else present.

Not knowing Wuji Xiancheng's attitude, Qi Xiong had never sent anyone to contact them.

Moreover, he did not dare to hope that Wuji Xiancheng would lend a hand; relying on oneself is better than relying on others.

Over a distance of several hundred li, Hong Zun and his party reached the beast herd's gathering place that very day.

As the immortal vessel slowly approached, the beast herd quickly became agitated and was soon surrounded by the herd.

Facing this, the crowd did not panic; Hong Zun led everyone onto the deck, looking at the leading immortal beast, and spoke calmly.

«I am Hong Zun of the Dao One Immortal Sect; I don't know who is in charge here. »

«Human cultivators, have you come here to seek your own death? »

«Heh, I don't have that hobby; I just want to talk with your beast tribe. »

«Talk? What qualifications do you have, my beast... »

«Let them come over. »

That immortal beast still wanted to say something, but a voice came from behind; after a slight start, the beast herd ultimately chose to make way.

Under the guidance of that immortal beast, the immortal vessel slowly arrived at the core of the beast herd.

It stopped beside a lake; only to see at the lakeside's dense forest edge, a snow-white scaled qilin lay with eyes closed.

It is the leader of the beast herd gathered here.

It is also acting under the Elephant Ancestor's orders to deal with the Dao One Immortal Sect.

Converted to human cultivator terms, its cultivation has reached the perfected Immortal Emperor Realm, with a breakthrough not far off.

It's merely that the beast tribe's cultivation method differs from that of humans; raising their cultivation realm requires temporal precipitation, which no beast tribe can change.

Because what precipitates over time is their bloodline power.

The immortal vessel landed before this white qilin, appearing as small as a toy, while Hong Zun and company had to look up to see the opponent clearly.

The size difference was enormous, yet everyone remained calm.

At this moment, the white qilin slowly opened its eyes, lifted its head, and looked down upon Hong Zun and his party from above.

His voice was full of contempt.

You came to beg for mercy?

Beg for mercy? What are you talking about?

Hah, my beast tribe has the city under siege; you Dao One Immortal Sect know you cannot win, so why don't you come beg for mercy?

So you're saying that your beast tribe is indeed coming for my Dao One Immortal Sect?

In response, Hong Zun said without changing his expression.

Although I had already guessed this, hearing it said in person still made killing intent flare up in my heart.

And this white qilin, facing Hong Zun's words, also showed no concealment.

What seemed like an ordinary breath, but the exhaled air was like a gust of wind, blowing away all the surrounding trees.

Moreover, this breath also carried a strong fishy stench.

It was obviously a show of force, but it had no effect on Hong Zun and them; with Línglì protecting their bodies, everyone stood firm as Mount Tai.

After that gust-like breath passed, Hong Zun then continued speaking.

Can we talk?

Want to negotiate? Sure, as long as your Dao One Immortal Sect can meet a few conditions.

First, the entire sect must leave Wuji Shanmai and may not set foot in Wuji Shanmai again.

Second, all treasures inside the sect's treasury must be left behind; nothing may be taken.

Third, hand over a hundred disciples of the Immortal Realm, ten disciples of the Immortal King Realm, and one Immortal Emperor, as compensation.

As long as your Dao One Immortal Sect can meet these three conditions, my beast tribe can let you go.

As the white qilin's words fell, Hong Zun's killing intent in his heart had already reached its peak.

These three conditions, any one of them is impossible to agree to.

Moreover, the last condition is simply the lion opening its mouth wide.

A hundred Immortal Realm disciples, let alone a hundred people, even just one person, given the Dao One Immortal Sect's usual style, would never be handed over.

Furthermore, there are also Immortal King Realm and Immortal Emperor Realm.

So, negotiation is obviously impossible; in that case, we can only take another path.

Thinking of this, Hong Zun inexplicably glanced at Xu Jie behind him, his gaze strange; outsiders would have no idea what it meant.