Chapter 722: Reporting to the Upper Sect, I Want to File a Complaint

Facing Qi Xiong's inquiry, all the cultivators nodded with determined expressions.

There's no way, this damn flavor is too fragrant, and with three meals a day, who could resist it?

Moreover, everyone was the same before, but now the Wind Harmony Sect has gotten a meal, which makes others feel even worse, the balance in their hearts instantly overturned.

Furthermore, combined with how the Qingtian Holy Land has always treated its subordinate forces poorly.

Apart from taking benefits, they basically never gave any help; even when some subordinate forces faced crises, the Qingtian Holy Land merely sent a disciple to go through the motions, talk it over, and then still take away many Xiūliàn resources.

Put bluntly, toward the Qingtian Holy Land, these people don't have much loyalty; they are mostly fearful.

Before, there was no choice, but now, following the Dao Yi Sect means big fish and meat, not to mention, and the Dao Yi Sect's performance is completely different from the Qingtian Holy Land, so there's absolutely no reason to persist.

"Please, Upper Sect, take us in."

Seeing that Qi Xiong and the others had no reply, instead falling into silence, the leading few saints immediately knelt down and said sincerely.

Seeing this, Qi Xiong's group exchanged a glance, never expecting things to develop like this.

But this way, does it count as directly seizing over half of the Qingtian Holy Land's subordinate forces?

"Your Sect Master isn't even at the Myriad Monster Pass; do you know about this?"

"Returning to the Upper Sect, our Sect Master will naturally not refuse, and we won't give them a chance to refuse."

Hmm???

How come this sounds so familiar? Right, the Wind Harmony Sect said exactly that.

Qi Xiong and the others' gazes grew more complex—had these guys gone to find the Wind Harmony Sect? Even their damn excuses are exactly the same.

Indeed, that's exactly the case; the crowd was able to make up their minds so quickly, and the Wind Harmony Sect did contribute some strength.

Accepting these subordinate forces isn't a bad thing for the Dao Yi Sect; not only can it steadily obtain a substantial amount of Xiūliàn resources in the long term, but it can also quickly help the Dao Yi Sect gain a firm foothold.

Leaving aside distant matters, just speaking of the current Myriad Monster Pass, it can basically be said to have fallen into the Dao Yi Sect's hands.

By then, even if the Qingtian Holy Land wanted to let them leave, it would probably be impossible.

How does that saying go? Inviting a deity is easy, sending them away is hard; you've invited me into the Dao Yi Sect, and if you now want me to leave, that's different.

After a moment of contemplation, Qi Xiong made a decision.

"Fine, I agree, but for now don't make a fuss, and don't inform the Qingtian Holy Land—this is good for you and for me and the Dao Yi Sect, understood?"

Qi Xiong doing this also intends to keep it hidden for a while; if the Qingtian Holy Land finds out now, the situation will inevitably spiral out of control.

Although Martial Uncle Yumo has already broken through to the Cultivation: Great Emperor Realm, compared to the Qingtian Holy Land, there is still a gap.

Once Martial Uncle Wang Man and Martial Uncle Yuan Cang also break through to the Cultivation: Great Emperor Realm, only then will the Dao Yi Sect truly have the qualifications to stand against the Qingtian Holy Land.

By that time, even if the Qingtian Holy Land finds out, the Dao Yi Sect will also have the strength to fight one battle.

Upon hearing that, the cultivators naturally nodded quickly.

After giving a few more instructions, he then let everyone disperse, and told them to come to the City Lord's Manor tomorrow at Fàn diǎn.

This remark made everyone beam with joy; they were salivating precisely for this very opening.

Moreover, Qi Xiong's generosity actually increased their loyalty even more.

Compared, the Qingtian Holy Land is nothing but a pixiu that only takes in and never gives out—what a thing.

"Ah, relying on the Dao Yi Sect is indeed a wise decision."

"Exactly, and the Dao Yi Sect doesn't seem to fear the Qingtian Holy Land either; with the Dao Yi Sect covering for us, we won't have to worry too much in the future."

"First, don't talk about these; don't forget the Upper Sect's orders—whether to conceal or not, you must keep it concealed."

"We, we know the importance."

As the various major forces returned one after another, it was late at night soon after, yet several of those forces' saints actually received a transmission from the Qingtian Holy Lord.

They had been looking forward to tomorrow's feast, when suddenly they saw the Xiǎnyǐng zhèn pán light up; upon seeing that the other party was actually the Qingtian Holy Lord, those few saints were stunned for a moment.

It's so late; what does this old thing want from us?

Their hearts startled, but outwardly they remained composed, still performing their respects with utmost reverence.

"Greetings, Shèngzhǔ."

"Hmm, this time I have a task for you to do..............."

Facing these people, the Qingtian Holy Lord's attitude was extremely indifferent, without any pleasantries, directly stating the purpose.

But the more they listened, the more complicated their feelings became.

This old thing actually teamed up with the Demon Race? Moreover, it wants them to cooperate with the Demon Race, secretly opening the Myriad Monster Pass at that time, letting the Demon Race pour into the pass to slaughter the Dao Yi Sect's people.

Is this damn crazy? You're a Human Race Great Emperor, a Holy Land Holy Lord, and you actually ran off to ally with the Demon Race?

It was downright shocking; after they finished briefly explaining the matter, the Qingtian Holy Lord spoke in a deep voice.

"Do you all understand?"

"Oh oh, Shèngzhǔ, rest assured, we understand."

"Hmm, handle this well; after success, I will certainly not fail to bestow rewards."

"Thank you, Shèngzhǔ."

"Hmm."

Still rewards? As the Qingtian Holy Lord hung up the call, these few people were left stunned in place.

This damn is truly crazy, actually going to join forces with the Demon Race.

If it had been before, although these few would also have felt conflicted, they would likely still have chosen to obey the order, after all there was no alternative; but now, those who learned of this had little hesitation and quickly left, rushing toward the City Lord's Manor.

Within the Qingtian Holy Land, after finishing these, the now-calm Qingtian Holy Lord let out a cold smile and said.

"Dao Yi Sect, how will you lot even manage to walk out alive this time? This Myriad Monster Pass is the burial ground I have chosen for you."

The Qingtian Holy Lord was full of confidence, feeling that his plan was now perfect and flawless.

But what he hadn't expected was that, just as he thought that, inside the City Lord's Manor of the Myriad Monster Pass, Qi Xiong looked at the few saints before him and questioned doubtfully.

"It's so late; what are you doing here..............."

"Upper Sect, we want to report."

Huh???

In Shèngzhǔ's heart, the words that were perfect and flawless had already been thoroughly exposed before Qi Xiong the moment he turned his head, down to the smallest detail.

Before it even started, Shèngzhǔ's underwear had already been bought clean and clear by the people below.

No, these people can no longer be considered Shèngzhǔ's people; they are now Dao Yi Sect's people.

He repeated to Qi Xiong exactly what had just been said in Qingtian Holy Land, thinking that upon hearing this, Qi Xiong would fly into a rage, at the very least giving Shèngzhǔ a stern scolding.

But who would have thought that, after they spoke, they waited a long time for Qi Xiong's response; several people, puzzled, lifted their heads to look, and at a glance, they were all dumbfounded.

Isn't this expression wrong? As seen, Qi Xiong not only showed no anger or nervousness, but even both gave off waves of red light; the excitement and anticipation in his eyes could not be concealed at all.

Several people exchanged glances—what the hell is going on?