[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-immortal-craftsman-s-creation":3,"chapter-immortal-craftsman-s-creation-immortal-craftsmanship-chapter-730":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Mysteries of Immortal puppet Master",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},2228153,4127,"Chapter 730: Eight Peaks Meeting","immortal-craftsmanship-chapter-730",730,"\u003Cp>Myriad Phenomena Sect Main Mountain Gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The space within the Myriad Phenomena True Form Array was vast and expansive, like a new world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no ordinary mountains or palaces here, but an endless expanse of cloud ruins. All directions, up and down, were enclosed by cloud-seal boundaries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wall was neither stone nor jade, but a translucent crystal membrane condensed from chaotic cloud mica through the refinement of earth veins and the carving of heavenly winds. Upon it naturally flowed various cloud-path patterns, resembling the orbits of stars in the heavens, or the maxims of the Great Dao, constantly exhaling innate clear qi, with radiance flowing ceaselessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the cloud walls, the vast sea of clouds surged like boiling water, its colors not merely plain white. In the morning, it was like golden brocade; at dusk, it turned into purple mist hanging like gauze; sometimes it was as clear as washed azure, sometimes dark and deep containing thunder; amidst the swirling mist, one could faintly see nine-aperture spirit vortices appearing and disappearing, exhaling and inhaling primordial essence, nourishing all phenomena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When a cultivator’s spiritual sense crossed into the array hub and knocked on the cloud-seal boundary, wonderful phenomena would arise, forming a cloud-body avatar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the eight cultivators representing the eight main peaks had all knocked on the array with their spiritual sense, forming eight cloud-body avatars, gathered together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cloud-body avatars each sat cross-legged on cloud-like cushions; the one in the lead was Wei Ji.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He appeared to be a middle-aged man of about forty. His features were upright, his brow bone flat, his nose neither high nor low, completely unremarkable, the type that would instantly disappear if thrown into a crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skin color was a light wheat color that rarely saw strong sunlight, like a riverbed stone polished smooth by flowing water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pupils were extremely deep, almost pure black; when looking at people, his gaze was calm and detached, as if observing all things in the world through a layer of transparent glass barrier, with very few emotional ripples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scanned his surroundings and spoke slowly: \"This time, summoning everyone to knock on the array with spiritual sense is only to discuss the matter of White Paper Immortal City.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Wei Ji’s voice had faded, a huge cloud body on the right laughed: \"We should have discussed this matter long ago! White Paper Immortal City should have been in the pocket of our Myriad Phenomena Sect long ago.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As long as that little brat Wen Ruanyu softens his stance, we can officially intervene in White Paper Immortal City.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now it’s just stuck on him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As a disciple of our sect, he actually refuses to cooperate, which is really infuriating.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one speaking was Tuoba Huang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This person was the Peak Master of Myriad Beasts Peak, as burly as a mountain, nearly ten feet tall, with muscles knotted like the roots of an old tree, full of explosive primitive power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skin color was a bronze color from years of wind and sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick black beard and hair like a lion’s mane grew wantonly, almost covering half his face, adding to his wild and unrestrained nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His features were as distinct as if carved by a knife or axe. A ferocious claw mark slanted from his left forehead to his right cheek, crossing the bridge of his nose. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk’s, carrying the natural pressure and disdain of the king of beasts, with brilliant light shooting out when he opened and closed them, making people afraid to look directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tuoba Huang’s words were immediately countered by others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Peak Master Tuoba, the bones of a Confucian scholar are harder than cold pool black iron; how can they be broken by brute force? Wen Ruanyu has guarded the isolated city of White Paper for decades, using benevolence to enlighten the wilderness; his blood has not cooled, and his Dao has not extinguished. To him, the two words 'benevolence and righteousness' are the pillars of his life and the spine that reaches the heavens. Wanting to make him break his own benevolent bones and bow in submission... is as difficult as ascending to heaven.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The person speaking shook his head slowly, a few strands of hair stained with the scent of ink falling by his cheeks, his sleeves moving without wind, as if book pages were being gently turned by an invisible hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His figure was as thin as bamboo, his skin cold and white, as if he rarely saw the light of day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When refuting Tuoba Huang, his eyes were half-closed and half-open, as if asleep or awake, his pupils unfocused as if covered in gray mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Lu Zhenshu, the Peak Master of Fuyao Peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, many people cast their gazes toward Lu Zhenshu, all carrying a hint of strangeness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In such meetings, Lu Zhenshu rarely spoke, and his presence had always been low. However, considering that Wen Ruanyu was a Confucian cultivator, and Lu Zhenshu had always had a good impression of Confucian cultivators, it was reasonable for him to speak up in rebuttal at this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmph! Benevolence and righteousness? Benevolent bones? It’s just the benevolence of a woman!\" Tuoba Huang’s angry snort was like a thunderclap on flat ground, and he glared at Lu Zhenshu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wen Ruanyu is merely a Golden Core; even if he is a true disciple, how can he not listen to our orders? It’s simply rebellious!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Tuoba Huang was most angry about was exactly this point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was rough and wild; with one order, thousands of pets would rush and fight, drowning the enemy like a tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had always decided things with one word and hated such disobedient subordinates the most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, another voice cut in: \"Benevolence and righteousness? Integrity?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corners of the speaker’s lips curled into a cold and playful arc, his voice not loud, but with a strange penetrating power: \"It’s just that the price hasn't been met yet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In my opinion, Wen Ruanyu is not a stubborn stone, but a piece of jade waiting for a price.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"His so-called 'resistance' is just waiting for our sect to offer a high price.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Under heavy gold, even a stubborn stone can nod, let alone Wen Ruanyu?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The speaker laughed disdainfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face was like a crown of jade, his brows and eyes smiling, like a graceful scholar; he was Meng Wuyan, the Vice Peak Master of Purple Thunder Peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Wuyan changed the subject: \"However, this jade is not the only worry. Even if Wen Ruanyu softens his stance, what about the group of sour scholars behind him who have always huddled together for warmth?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This group of people,\" Meng Wuyan’s voice sank slightly, \"although their positions are only middle-level, they are like centipedes, with roots and knots! If this matter causes them to feel sad for each other and angrily join forces to resist... I’m afraid the daily affairs of the peaks will be in chaos!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His purple eyes suddenly became sharp, word by word, his voice no longer having any frivolity: \"Especially the old gentleman Duanmu Zhang among them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He comes from the Huazhang Kingdom and is one of the famous great Confucian scholars in the country. Originally, he was going to enter the officialdom of the Feiyun Kingdom. As a result, the previous Sect Master invited him sincerely time and time again, which made this old man join the Myriad Phenomena Sect.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He is not just a Confucian, but a banner, a link connecting the Huazhang Kingdom! Offending this old man will not only shake the Confucian heart within the sect, but may also lead to a change in the attitude of the Huazhang Kingdom...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Wuyan’s words left everyone in the room silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all realized that dealing with Confucian cultivators must be cautious, especially a great Confucian like Duanmu Zhang. A slight carelessness could lead to huge losses and have a negative impact on the overall situation of the Myriad Phenomena Sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under these circumstances, the current Peak Master of Sword Sound Peak, Ling Juejian, suddenly spoke: \"Although the Confucian cultivators in our sect are united and close, they are not without flaws.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have you forgotten... in the deepest part of the Cloud Prison, there is a prisoner named Qin De.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This person has long been nailed to the pillar of shame of the Confucian school. Manipulating this villain is manipulating the most painful nerve of Duanmu Zhang and even the entire Confucian group!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Using Qin De to manipulate the sect’s Confucian cultivators and strike at their arrogance is very promising. There is even a possibility of making Duanmu Zhang bow his head and cooperate with us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling Juejian looked like a middle-aged man, his figure as thin as a sword; although he was sitting, his spine was straight as if to pierce the firmament.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cheekbones were high, his eye sockets deep, his eyes like quenched cold stars, constantly bursting with scorching ambition and scrutiny. His thin lips were pressed into a line, appearing cold and harsh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a sword cultivator, his words and his style of doing things were consistent. Dealing with problems, he took a side path, pointing directly at the enemy’s weaknesses, extremely sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Wuyan fell into deep thought, but Tuoba Huang shouted angrily: \"Enough, enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Twists and turns! Nagging! It makes my head ache!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waved his giant palm, as if to scatter all the calculations in front of him, his irritable breath spraying out: \"Solve Wen Ruanyu? Solve a group of sour scholars? And go to the Cloud Prison to fish out a rotten demonic Confucian as a bargaining chip? When has my Tuoba Huang’s work ever been so nagging!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How much time will this take?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I tell you the truth, my ancestor’s birthday is just around the corner! White Paper Immortal City is just right as a birthday gift; I, Tuoba Huang, must take this immortal city before the end of this Feiyun Conference.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused deliberately, his huge head raised, his face full of flesh, scanning the surroundings: \"Who opposes?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was silent again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tuoba ancestor was one of the foundations within the Myriad Phenomena Sect, a powerhouse at the Soul Transformation level. Pure individual combat power could affect a cultivation country.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clap, clap, clap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A series of clear clapping sounds broke the dullness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu, Master of Danxia Peak, sat cross-legged on a cloud, clapping his hands in admiration: \"Peak Master Tuoba is decisive and swift, with an ambition that swallows mountains and rivers! Ancestor Tuoba is the great pillar of our Myriad Phenomena, and for his grand birthday celebration, only a gift such as White Paper Immortal City can truly display the illustrious prestige of our sect!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Furthermore, taking advantage of the Feiyun Conference, where the world is watching, to bring this city under our command is killing two birds with one stone, spreading our sect’s name to the four wildernesses and eight directions! Such spirit and plan, my Danxia Peak will definitely help with all our strength!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few words made the anger on Tuoba Huang’s face disappear. His beard raised slightly, his red pupils full of satisfaction, and he couldn't help but nod slightly toward Wang Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu’s smile did not diminish, but his tone was like a pill furnace opening and closing, introducing a new opportunity: \"However—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"White Paper Immortal City is located in the Yin-Tide Black-Wet Swamp, just in the gap where the Feiyun and Beifeng countries are eyeing it covetously. This is a buffer that both countries tacitly understand, and also a weight for a delicate balance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If our sect acts openly and forcefully to seize it, breaking the tacit understanding... the Beifeng country’s mighty wolf army can immediately raise the banner of 'defending the Dao and rectifying the name', and one hundred thousand black armors can trample the swamp! At that time, what our sect will face will be the anger of a country!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even if Beifeng holds back, what about the face of the Feiyun royal family? Questioning, sanctions, and even blocking our sect’s trade routes, and even spirit veins...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu looked at Tuoba Huang, whose face was now as gloomy as iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu’s voice was gentle but every word carried great weight: \"The ancestor’s birthday is probably not a good time for soldiers and blood, nor is it a good opportunity to be an enemy of the whole world.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu, worthy of being the Peak Master of Danxia Peak!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment ago, Tuoba Huang used his own Soul Transformation ancestor to exert pressure, and now Wang Yu’s words, in turn, used the Tuoba ancestor to deal with Tuoba Huang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tuoba Huang’s throat rolled, his whole body was steaming with fire, but he was speechless, leaving only a muffled heavy snort echoing in the clouds, shaking the air and creating ripples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu’s smile remained warm, scanning left and right: \"To take White Paper, circling the city and digging the wall is not as good as knocking on the middle door directly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was clear, like a clear spring washing away the clouds, expounding his point of view: \"The real key to this game is not Wen Ruanyu’s bit of hard bone, but — the Hall Master of the Evil-Punishing Hall, Zhong Dao!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zhong Dao?\" Everyone was puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first to react was Meng Wuyan, and a sharp light of insight flashed in his strange purple eyes, like dark night purple lightning suddenly shining!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wen Ruanyu’s bone is tied to Duanmu Zhang’s power; Qin De’s body is imprisoned in the Cloud Prison! These two lines intersect, and the hub is in the Evil-Punishing Hall!\" Wang Yu’s speaking speed became faster, like pearls falling on a jade plate, clear and logical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At this very moment, Yang Sanyan is replacing Wen Ruanyu in White Paper Immortal City. Persuading Zhong Dao, then Yang Sanyan, as a cadre of the Evil-Punishing Hall, can immediately be our sect’s vanguard and intervene in the city situation!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Qin De, this 'shame of the Confucian school', can also become a sharp blade in our hands, hanging over the heads of Duanmu Zhang and even the group of Confucian scholars, making them have many concerns. How can Wen Ruanyu not bow his head?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu finally summarized: \"Get Zhong Dao, we have Yang Sanyan as a blade, and Wen Ruanyu as a driver. The matter of White Paper Immortal City can be done.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, he bowed slightly, his cloud robe Danxia flowing, his demeanor calm and round, showing his knowledge of people, as well as the roundness and deep planning of a Peak Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between the sea of clouds, silence flowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Wang Yu was building on the foundation of his predecessors, this strategy was indeed like a clear breeze blowing away the fog, and even in the depths of Ling Juejian’s cold, frost-like eyes, a glimmer of almost imperceptible approval flashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ji sat in the first seat, his body under the coarse hemp Dao robe as stable as a mountain. His pure black pupils turned to Wang Yu, his voice still flat and waveless: \"Peak Master Wang’s strategy is mature and steady, planning before moving. Do any of the Peak Masters have objections?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words were like a stone thrown into a deep pool, stirring up ripples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seconded.\" Ling Juejian spoke first, his voice still cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tuoba Huang’s expression changed, and finally, a hot breath snorted heavily from his nostrils: \"Hmph!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although full of unwillingness, he also knew that what Wang Yu said hit the key point, and the ancestor’s birthday was the overall situation, so he had to say in a muffled voice: \"Follow this method, act quickly!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at Wang Yu with burning eyes, the meaning of which was self-evident — if this plan succeeds, the credit is yours; if it fails, Danxia Peak cannot shirk the responsibility!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu smiled and nodded, a look of being well-prepared, completely unaware of the threat in Tuoba Huang’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone’s eyes flowed, and they all chose to skip Meng Wuyan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Vice Peak Master of Purple Thunder Peak, born as a demon cultivator, was despised by everyone in the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone looked at Fuyao Peak Master Lu Zhenshu, and saw his eyelids drooping, one hand holding a jade slip, the other supporting his head, as if asleep or awake, his spirit wandering outside the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Peak Master Lu?\" Wei Ji’s voice carried a hint of imperceptible helplessness, \"Don't read the book.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm?\" Lu Zhenshu woke up as if from a dream, raised his head blankly, \"Everyone... has already decided?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ji stated the status quo, Lu Zhenshu waved his hand, his posture and spirit floating with his heart: \"Very good, very good, just follow this prescription.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing him agree, everyone gathered their eyes on another person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This female cultivator was the Peak Master of Baicao Peak, Heng Zifang, who participated in the whole process but remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was clear and plain, her brows and eyes drooping, her lip color as light as early cherry blossoms. Strange double pupils — the left eye was as green as deep pool ancient leaves, the right eye flowed with amber honey light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the gaze, she finally raised her eyelids, her voice carrying the clear and ethereal quality of a mountain spring: \"Baicao Peak only asks about the withering and prosperity of spirit plants, not about the rights and wrongs of the immortal city. Peak Masters, please feel free.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ji’s gaze swept over the others who had no objections, tapped his fingers lightly on the jade ruler he was holding, and made a low, decisive sound: \"Since this is the case, follow Peak Master Wang’s strategy and focus on Zhong Dao. Summon — the Evil-Punishing Hall Master, enter the array to discuss matters.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as his voice fell, someone suddenly spoke to stop him: \"Wait!\" \u003C\u002Fp>",2996,"2026-06-17T23:33:14.591Z","2026-06-18T03:10:38.119Z",1,"Gemini 3.1 Flash Lite","5061ce3f65344426a356871d200c26d551096547c896ed35d126a2d386a4da24","immortal-craftsmanship-chapter-731","immortal-craftsmanship-chapter-729",783,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimmortal-craftsmanship-cover.jpg"]