Chapter 236

Seeing the three sect masters before him nod and bow obsequiously.

Jinlong Mianju Nanzi stood in the huge palace adorned with carved dragons and painted phoenixes, a black flame-like aura faintly surging around him.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly upward, beneath the gold dragon mask inlaid with nine blood-red gems.

A barely concealed gleam of pride flashed in his eyes.

Underfoot, precious Mysterious Yellow floor tiles flickered with a dim light; the ancient demon god paintings on the walls, illuminated by candlelight, seemed to come alive, baring fangs and brandishing claws.

Among the Five Great Sects of Zhongzhou, three great sects have already submitted to him.

In his mind, he has already sketched a vision of dominating the Xuanhuang Continent.

His current primary goal is to seize the Profound Ice Sect and the Divine God Sect.

Once all five top powers have submitted to the Wu Jian Gate, the resources and hidden treasures of the entire Xuanhuang Continent,

Even the myriad cultivators will be subject to the Wu Jian Gate's command.

Is this vast, boundless continent not yet a prize for the Wu Jian Gate to take?

Thinking of this,

The gold‑dragon‑masked man fiercely flung his black cloak embroidered with dark‑gold demon‑god patterns, speaking in a deep voice.

"Come here."

"Bring that brat from the Divine God Sect and that girl here!"

His voice echoed in the vast hall.

Like rolling thunder.

"As you command!"

With the two cold responses,

Two masked underlings, moving like ghosts, drifted out from the hall's shadows like phantoms of the dark night.

Meanwhile, in the prison cell, Jiang Suan wore a moon‑white brocade robe; despite being tightly restrained, he struggled fiercely.

His black hair flew wildly as he shouted, "I will not change my name nor alter my surname!"

"You brought me here—if you have the guts, show your true faces!"

Beside him, A Jiao wore a tight fighting outfit, a soft sword hanging at her waist, her beautiful eyes blazing with angry fire.

She, not willing to be outdone, said: "Exactly! Who are you really?"

"Do you know how powerful the force behind me is?"

However, the two masked men were like wooden clay statues.

They emanated an icy aura, paying no heed to the pair's shouting.

Their iron‑clamp hands gripped the shoulders tightly, almost crushing the bones.

A Jiao, seeing this, turned her eyes, had a sudden idea, and deliberately raised her voice to say:

"Alright, grievances have heads and debts have owners—you want to kidnap me! He's merely my subordinate; release him, and our feud has nothing to do with him."

As Jiang Suan's personal bodyguard, A Jiao had followed him for years, loyal to the young master.

This move was naturally intended to let Jiang Suan escape first.

But the two masked men merely gave them a cold glance.

One of them spoke with a voice like it came from a ten‑thousand‑year ice cellar: "Cut the nonsense, shut your mouth!"

A Jiao did not back down, her eyebrows knitting as she said: "What if we don't shut up?"

"I said, this person is merely my servant—release him first!"

The masked man snorted coldly, his aura growing even icier as he said: "It's not up to you!"

Having said that, they seized Jiang Suan and A Jiao and continued toward where the gold‑dragon‑masked man was.

Next, they pushed open a massive gilded door.

In an instant, a splendid golden‑green sight flooded in; countless night‑pearls were inlaid in the ceiling like a glittering starry sky, while the mystic crystal lamps on the walls emitted a soft yet dazzling light, bathing the entire hall in daylight brightness.

Jiang Suan and A Jiao only felt a flash of white light before their eyes, briefly blinding them, and they instinctively closed their eyes.

When their vision returned, they saw the gold‑dragon‑masked man seated upright on the main seat.

His stature was like a towering mountain, his aura exuding a kingly majesty that inspired awe without anger.

Below, a crowd of impressive figures sat on either side.

They were none other than the Heaven Sword Sect Master Li Tian‑yuan, the Great Dao Sect Master Chu Xiong, and the Profound Ice Sect Grand Elder Yang Cheng.

Seeing them, Jiang Suan and A Jiao felt their hearts jolt violently.

Their gazes swept over the crowd.

Jiang Suan narrowed his eyes, a flicker of wariness appearing, and he said in a low voice: "Heaven Sword Sect Master, Great Dao Sect Master, Profound Ice Grand Elder—was it you who kidnapped me?"

A Jiao also spoke up, her voice clear yet tinged with anger: "Three seniors, the Divine God Sect has always been on good terms with you; over the years we have exchanged favors, our relationship is deep—how will you explain this to the Divine God Sect Master?"

Chu Xiong snorted coldly, a flash of killing intent in his eyes, rose abruptly, his spiritual power surging, and behind him appeared a huge phantom of a crimson‑flame phoenix.

He angrily said: "What difference does it make bringing you here? What more does your Divine God Sect demand as an explanation?"

"If it weren't for the Superior's objection, I would really like to cut you down with a single sword!"

Jiang Tai Mu killed his capable lieutenant Gui Feng.

Gui Feng had followed him for years, sharing life‑and‑death battles; this grudge had been bottled up in his heart for far too long.

Seeing Chu Xiong suddenly erupt in fury, Jiang Suan and A Jiao visibly startled.

Logically, as the Divine God Sect is also one of the Five Great Sects with deep foundations, even if Chu Xiong were arrogant, he ought to show the Divine God Sect some courtesy.

Yet now he openly declares he wants to kill them—what on earth has happened?

Beside her, A Jiao keenly caught the word "Superior" in Chu Xiong's speech.

She asked: "Who is the Superior you speak of?"

Jiang Suan also looked doubtfully at Chu Xiong.

Chu Xiong, however, was so angry he gritted his teeth, his hands clenched into fists, joints whitening, and did not answer.

The two then turned their gazes to Yang Cheng, who likewise let out a cold snort.

His aged face was covered in frost, and he remained silent.

Helpless, they looked toward Li Tianyuan.

Li Tianyuan wore a snow‑white robe, like an immortal who does not partake in mortal fire.

He smiled faintly, raised his hand to point at the golden‑dragon‑masked man on the main seat, and said slowly: "Supreme One, naturally it is this one."

Jiang Suan and A Jiao simultaneously looked at the golden‑dragon‑masked man.

He sat high in the chief seat, indeed the master of all present.

Who could make the three great sects bow and submit?

Jiang Suan gathered his courage, stepped forward, and spoke loudly: "Who are you?"

The golden‑dragon‑masked man rose slowly, his aura growing stronger, the surrounding air seeming to solidify under his presence.

He spoke slowly: "Chief of the Wujian Sect, Can Lie."

Hearing this, Jiang Suan and A Jiao shuddered all over.

They had long heard of the Wujian Sect's power.

A hundred years ago, the Wujian Sect sought to unify the Xuanhuang Continent, launching a brutally fierce war against all the major powers of the continent.

At that time, the five top sects set aside their grudges, united against a common foe, and countless experts shed blood on the battlefield before driving the Wujian Sect out of the outer realms.

Who would have thought they would now make a comeback?

They also controlled the Heavenly Sword Sect, the Grand Dao Sect, and the Profound Ice Sect.

It seems the Xuanhuang Continent is about to fall into another bloody storm.

A Jiao lowered her voice, her expression grave, and reminded: "Young Master, they've brought us here; there must be another motive."

Jiang Suan naturally understood: the other side kidnapped them to force his father to lead the Godgoverning Sect in submission, removing the obstacle to unifying the Xuanhuang Continent.

This is a plot targeting the Godgoverning Sect, and indeed the entire Xuanhuang Continent.