Chapter 10: Focusing on a Flowy Immortal Garment

The Yang clan's rise cannot escape the Green Lotus Immortal Residence, and Yang Yao knows this clearly.

But directly confronting the Nine Thousand-Year-Old.

He doesn't dare!

Now, with his aunt holding power, the only obstacle is the Nine Thousand-Year-Old. So the Yang clan has no choice but to confront the Nine Thousand-Year-Old.

"What should we do?"

Yang Yao feels his legs grow weak.

"Commander Li, may I ask which noble family this talented youth belongs to? I truly have never seen him," Yang Yao, urged by the elder of the Green Lotus Immortal Residence, has no choice but to steel himself and go forward.

"You scoundrel, how can you be so shameless?" Li Qingxian is somewhat angry.

"Who are you to know?"

"What? An identity, does the Yang clan not deserve to know?" Even a mud figurine has a bit of temper. Yang Yao thought he had already humbled himself, yet the old Li still wants to give him some face.

"You really are unworthy, and don't use the Yang clan to intimidate me. A family that rose through women has no right to be called a vassal on equal terms with me. I, Li, am ashamed to associate with people like you."

"A reckless scoundrel, go back and learn to walk before you come out and embarrass yourself. Otherwise, from a distance people will think you're a turtle."

Li Qingxian's words become increasingly harsh, as if he has let out all the resentment of these years.

Li Qingxian now also sees it clearly: rather than playing it safe, it's better to turn against them. The Nine Thousand-Year-Old elder is loyal and righteous, definitely more reliable than the Yang clan that leans on the Green Lotus Immortal Residence.

He, Li, truly will not tolerate this cowardice any longer; a junior who repeatedly provokes me—who gave him the nerve?

"You, you, you are bold."

"Yang old man, do you know what you're saying? Believe it or not, tomorrow I'll have my aunt dismiss the Xuan Yi Guard," Yang Yao grits his teeth, glaring at Li Qingxian.

Aunt is the sky of the Yang family.

Yang Yao must protect it, otherwise the world will look down on the Yang clan.

"Enough, I'm tired. Hurry up and go, or you'll go see Little Li yourself," Li Xianzhi, seeing Li Qingxian still pulling, quickly stops him.

"Never ending, what is this?"

"If I weren't desperate to retrieve my mortal body, that idiot Li Xian would have already been smashed to death with one palm."

"Yes, senior," Li Xianzhi speaks, Li Qingxian dares not linger. The two ignore the still fuming Yang Yao.

"Stop, stand still for the young master."

To call himself a fool, Yang Yao at this moment is completely insane.

"Li Qingxian, don't think pulling out the Nine Thousand-Year-Old will scare me. What Nine Thousand-Year-Old guest? I think it's just a poor relative popping out of a corner, trying to use the Nine Thousand-Year-Old to get a foothold, enter the palace as a eunuch, and ride on wealth."

"If you want to be a eunuch, you can come to me, why bother the Nine Thousand-Year-Old?"

"Hahaha."

Yang Yao bursts into a wild laugh, laughing manically. At this moment he is not afraid at all. After all, with the Green Lotus Immortal Residence behind him, what does he fear?

Green Lotus Immortal Residence also has true gods in the world. This world is not only the Nine Thousand-Year-Old. It's not his turn to run rampant.

"Kill him, and if anything goes wrong I'll take responsibility for you," Li Xianzhi's face darkens.

For many years, that life he was once lofty, never expected that his first time as a human would meet such a fool.

"Senior, that's not right," Li Qingxian hesitates. "After all, this person is the emperor's nephew."

"Then I'll kill you later."

Li Xianzhi gave Li Qingxian two choices. Li Xianzhi could of course act himself, but there's also a free hitman.

"Uh? Senior, you can't."

Li Qingxian sweats profusely. How could a careless slip endanger his own life? Yet Li Qingxian has no doubt about Li Xianzhi's words.

"Then go quickly. If I act, the Imperial Capital will be gone; weigh that yourself." Li Xianzhi isn't lying; this body cannot contain his power, one misstep could not only erase the Imperial Capital but also the Heavenly Fire Realm might cease to exist. Sometimes being too strong also creates sin. Move a bit and the world ends.

"One move and the Imperial Capital is gone?"

"Gone!"

"Did I just save the world? The world must remember my merit, Li Qingxian!"

Li Qingxian no longer hesitates. For the people of the world, he must act too.

The Flame Silence Sword flies out from his spirit, appearing in Li Qingxian's hand.

The Imperial Capital is instantly surrounded by rolling heavenly fire; the blazing sun casts each ray that seems like a supreme sword that can burn everything.

"You are courting death."

Ye Qingxian shakes his head, a hint of sympathy in his gaze at Yang Yao.

"Old Li, what are you doing?" Yang Yao panics a bit. He doesn't understand why Li Qingxian would strike at him.

"Just trying to scare me?"

But the oppressive pressure rolling around makes him abandon any hope of luck.

"Ancestor, save me."

A blade of fire sword light flies toward Yang Yao, and Yang Yao turns and shouts.

Yang Yao himself is a pus-filled lump, only in his twenties and just finishing body training, how could he withstand Li Qingxian's casual strike.

"Ye Qingxian, you are courting death."

A hoarse voice sounds, a 12th-grade Green Lotus descends, a gust of clear wind falls, divine light ripples, Li Qingxian's heavenly fire sword intent seems about to be blown out.

The newcomer is astonishingly a Divine Ascension Great Cultivator.

"Damn, why is this old thing here?" Li Qingxian's head aches.

"Killing Yang Yao actually brought out the Seventh Elder of the Green Lotus Immortal Residence."

"Could all this have been planned by them, setting a death trap for me?" Li Qingxian thinks more and more that this is the case.

"First they let Yang Yao constantly provoke me, then they anger me into striking, and then this old thing openly kills me."

"What a good plan, what a good plan."

"Hum— if it weren't for the senior being here, I truly would have died in regret today." Li Qingsian snorted coldly in their heart, but then their anger turned to delight.

I've got the senior's big thigh.

In front of the senior, all monsters and demons are just ordinary chickens and dogs. This whole journey completely convinced Li Qingsian of Li Xianzhi, turning them into an old devoted fan.

"Yo, who do you think I am? Isn't this the Seventh Elder riding the youthful‑looking Green Lotus of the Green Lotus Immortal Residence? Tsk tsk, look at that blue light— anyone who doesn't know would think a maiden immortal has descended!"

People of the Green Lotus Immortal Residence share a strange habit: they love light blue robes and sheer scarves, pretentious elegance, and regardless of age or gender they all apply cosmetics. Moreover, their revered divine object is often a single Green Lotus, its divine light a fresh blue, emphasizing floating immortal garments.

Yet this Seventh Elder's skin is already wrinkling with age, making the style somewhat indecent.

Moreover, this old fellow even has a bell tied to his foot. He twirls ribbons with both hands, his toe tip rests on the center of the lotus platform, a vermilion mole sits at his brow, and no matter how you look at him he seems perverse.

Li Xianzhi feels like they're about to vomit. How could anyone ruin themselves like this?

Lacking experience, lacking experience.

Li Xianzhi suddenly feels that after countless years, their insight still has flaws.