Chapter 320: Not Suitable for Chatting

Under the setting sun, the vast blue ocean surged with waves, looking magnificent beneath the clear sky.

Black reefs of all sizes were scattered across the beach, emitting a thunderous roar as they were struck by the tide.

Standing on the reefs, the incoming sea breeze carried water mist kicked up by the tide, which felt incredibly cool when it landed on the face and body; within the mist, there was also a fresh, salty scent.

This was the first time Xu Chen had seen the ocean so quietly.

This seaside atmosphere and scenery were completely different from the inland, and even more so from the Southern Border.

Lan You stood on a towering reef, motionless, her eyes seemingly unfocused, completely unaware of what she was looking at.

Xu Chen sat casually on another reef of similar height not far away, watching the ocean surge and listening to the tide, feeling a sense of refreshing tranquility.

Ever since he fell into Minghuang, this was the moment he felt most at peace.

The two of them just sat there, dozens of feet apart, lost in their own thoughts, as indifferent to each other as strangers.

After a long while, Lan You withdrew her gaze from the distant ocean and only then noticed a man not far beside her; his appearance was extremely ugly, but his demeanor was relaxed and uninhibited, sitting alone on the reef, calm and without any ripples.

"It was so lively just now, why didn't you go take a look, Daoist Friend?" the man suddenly asked, as if talking to himself.

His voice was somewhat intermittent in the sea breeze, but she still heard it clearly. After a long silence, Lan You said, "Do you know me?"

Xu Chen smiled slightly and said, "In this Immortal Alliance venue, there are probably few who don't know Fairy Lan, right?"

Lan You fell silent again, watching the waves and mist rising as they struck the reef beneath her feet, and sighed faintly, "Do you think this is a good thing or a bad thing?"

Xu Chen laughed, "What does it matter if it's good or bad? They are just irrelevant distractions. Instead, Fairy Lan should consider matters of the future."

"The future?" Lan You was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but turn her head to look at Xu Chen again, saying, "No one knows what the future holds, why think about it so much?"

"Not necessarily. For example, Spirit Transformation, or even God Transformation. Fairy Lan has peerless talent and was rated by Juntian Pavilion as a Heaven Grade prodigy rarely seen in a thousand years. Your vision should look further, and you wouldn't have so many worries right before you," Xu Chen said, shaking his head faintly.

"Who exactly are you? Did you come here just to tell me these boring topics?" Although Lan You did not want to talk to anyone, she felt this man was somewhat strange and found she had an irrepressible urge to talk to him.

"Yes, I was indeed a bit bored, and seeing Fairy Lan here lost in thought, I came over!" Xu Chen said.

"And then?" Lan You asked coldly.

"And then... then it was naturally even more boring. I discovered that Fairy is not a suitable person for chatting!" Xu Chen stood up and patted his backside, squeezing out a smile that looked worse than crying, "Since Fairy Lan doesn't like to chat, then I won't disturb you. Farewell!"

Saying this, Xu Chen took a step forward and transformed into a cyan Escape Light, heading away.

Watching Xu Chen's departing figure, Lan You couldn't help but frown and mutter, "Truly a strange person..."

However, as she said this, her expression suddenly changed and she soared into the air, only to find that the sky and ground near Langya were filled with crisscrossing Escape Lights, and the figure of that cultivator from just moments ago was already gone.

She stood in the air, looking around blankly, but eventually landed slowly, standing on the reef and sighing wistfully.

The figure was indeed very similar to the person she thought of day and night, even the demeanor and tone of voice were somewhat similar, but the aura and appearance were completely different.

She never expected that the parting at Yuqing Hall that day would be an eternal separation across heaven and earth.

"Why are you so foolish? In this disaster, even Great Cultivators are helpless, why did you have to..."

Amidst the murmurs, two lines of clear tears rolled down her thin, beautiful cheeks, turning into a salty taste as they mingled with the incoming sea breeze and mist, seeping into the corners of her mouth.

"You'er, come to the main hall of Xianyun Palace immediately, the Elders have matters to ask!" Suddenly, an aged and clear voice rang in her ears.

On the mountaintop, the main hall of Xianyun Palace.

A group of Elders sat in rows on prayer mats, each sitting quietly with lowered eyes.

On the prayer mats on both sides of the main hall, many Great Cultivators were already seated, and as rays of spiritual light flickered in the hall, more Spirit Transformation Great Cultivators were arriving one after another.

Being summoned for a meeting twice in one day, everyone was in low spirits, and most wore expressions of displeasure.

In the center of the main hall, two young cultivators were kneeling; they were none other than Zhang Ting and Jun Shaowei, who had fought fiercely down the mountain just now and nearly caused a major disaster.

However, at this moment, both had completely deflated, their faces full of dejection, heads hanging low, not daring to make any movements. On Jun Shaowei's handsome, fair face, a palm print could be clearly seen, the color already beginning to turn black.

Although Chuchenzi's slap had not carried the slightest bit of Spirit Qi or magic power, Jun Shaowei's Soul and vital energy were locked, making him unable to dissolve the force carried by the slap, and half his face was swollen like a pig's head.

Soon, the prayer mats on both sides were filled again.

When the last black figure drifted in from the main entrance, a young female cultivator with a graceful figure and a cold expression landed and stood in the center of the hall; everyone's eyes fell upon her almost simultaneously.

Qiyunzi, the Elder of Thunder God Hall sitting in the center, raised his eyes and said, "Since everyone has arrived, let us discuss this matter. There are only two days left until the Immortal Alliance Assembly, and I do not wish for such a vile incident to happen again."

The several Zhenyuan Realm Elders sitting on both sides did not speak.

The group of Spirit Transformation Great Cultivators below naturally remained silent as well.

This incident had not caused any deaths or injuries, so it was neither big nor small.

But as Qiyunzi said, the impact caused by such fighting was extremely vile; not only would it create hostility between large Immortal Sects, but it would also cause collective anger among the cultivators of the small and medium-sized Immortal Sects down the mountain.

Furthermore, this was not a normal sparring match between disciples, but a dispute over jealousy.

Such behavior made it even more of a laughingstock.

But the matter had already occurred and the consequences had been brewed; right now, the group of Great Cultivators controlling the Immortal Alliance could only think of ways to minimize the impact as quickly as possible, so as not to cause instability in morale and affect this operation against the Nether Beasts.

"Daoist Brother Qingyang, as the Law Enforcement Elder of the Immortal Alliance, you should ask!" Qiyunzi, sitting in the center, said indifferently.

An old man wearing purple robes with silver hair and beard sitting to the side nodded slightly, then looked at the two kneeling on the ground and said, "Jun Shaowei, you actually dared to use a Fifth-grade Spirit Talisman, nearly causing a major disaster. Do you know your crime?"

Jun Shaowei's body trembled as he answered in a shaky voice, "Junior, Junior knows, knows the crime. I should not have used a Fifth-grade Spirit Talisman during a spar between peers. In truth... in truth, Junior was momentarily incensed and took the wrong Spirit Talisman!"

The group of Spirit Transformation Great Cultivators on both sides of the hall stirred slightly, and some could not help but let out cold laughs.

An Elder sitting next to Chixia Zhenjun said coldly, "Jun Shaowei, you still dare to quibble? Was that a spar between peers?"

Jun Shaowei did not dare to raise his head and could only bite the bullet and answer, "Junior dares not quibble. I was originally talking to Daoist Friend Lan You at Baodan Ge when Zhang Ting suddenly attacked, damaging Baodan Ge and injuring over a dozen fellow disciples. I did not know his intentions and could only fight back. Zhang Ting attacked me fiercely without asking right from wrong. In my haste, Junior was nearly injured, but from beginning to end, Junior never thought of killing him and kept asking Zhang Ting his intentions, but he wouldn't say a word, chasing me and attacking relentlessly, and at every turn wanted Junior's life. Tens of thousands of fellow Daoists down the mountain saw this; it was not Junior who provoked it."

"Then you could use a forbidden technique like a Fifth-grade Spirit Talisman to deal with Zhang Ting?" the thin, tall old man asked coldly.

Jun Shaowei quickly said, "Junior never thought of using a Fifth-grade Spirit Talisman; it was indeed... it was a moment of anger and I took the wrong one."

There was another stir and cold laughter in the hall.

A dignified Danyuan Realm cultivator, yet he could take the wrong Magic Treasure while fighting—even a ghost wouldn't believe it. Such things could only fool those low-level cultivators.

However, since Jun Shaowei insisted repeatedly that he had taken the wrong Spirit Talisman, the matter now had a different interpretation.

At the very least, the nature of this accident had undergone a huge change.

Therefore, many Great Cultivators both on and off the dais also realized that Junwang Hall must have instructed Jun Shaowei to answer in such a way just now.

And this also seemed to be the answer that a group of Elders wanted.

After all, Junwang Hall has a Divine Monarch presiding over it and possesses formidable strength; by spreading it this way, the Immortal Alliance can be considered to have a barely acceptable reason to explain and account for things to the tens of thousands of cultivators below the mountain.

As for whether those people believe it or how much they believe it, it is actually not important; what is important is to cut the Gordian knot and quell the negative impact of this matter as quickly as possible.

The Law Enforcement Elder turned his head to look at Zhang Ting and said, "Zhang Ting, why did you suddenly go to the door to chase and beat Jun Shaowei?"

Zhang Ting's face turned beet red, and he lowered his head, saying, "This junior heard that Junior Sister Lan You suddenly went to Baodan Ge, and I was worried about her safety."

Jun Shaowei suddenly raised his head, looking at Zhang Ting with a face full of anger, and said, "Zhang Ting, stop spouting nonsense! Daoist Friend Lan is a guest at my Baodan Ge, and I am too busy hosting her to even have time for that; how could she be in any danger?"

Zhang Ting also raised his head and glared at Jun Shaowei, saying, "Do I need to state how you usually conduct yourself? More than ten people were beaten to death or injured at Baodan Ge today; could it be that others are blind and went to provoke your Junwang Hall? Don't you know clearly in your heart what you yourself would do? If I had arrived late, I fear Junior Sister Lan's purity would not have been preserved. Who doesn't know that Junior Sister Lan is already a Disciple of my Thunder God Hall? I went to save someone; could I possibly be wrong?"

The dozens of Great Cultivators on and off the dais all had their faces twitch in unison.

Wuchenzi, an Elder of Junwang Hall wearing a purple-gold dharma robe, had an old face so dark it could practically squeeze out ink.

As the saying goes, when hitting someone, don't hit the face; when scolding someone, don't expose their shortcomings.

But Zhang Ting was clearly giving Junwang Hall a loud, resounding slap to the face.

And Junwang Hall could not even quibble or explain.

After all, Jun Shaowei had indeed just threatened a young and beautiful female cultivator from Ziyang Sect on the street today, and even now, that female cultivator's whereabouts are unknown, as if she had vanished from the face of the earth.

It even caused two Spirit Transformation Great Cultivators from Junwang Hall and Ziyang Sect to have a fight on the spot, which also nearly led to a major disaster, and the negative impact caused was equally significant.

To be honest, the various Immortal Sects have all heard of Junwang Hall's usual conduct in the Immortal World; countless small and medium-sized Immortal Sects have been bullied by them, but because they are forced by the power of Junwang Hall, they generally can only swallow their anger.

But Thunder God Hall is not a small or insignificant sect; its strength is even greater than Junwang Hall's, so naturally, they will not indulge them.

Zhang Ting dared to refute with such stern words not only because of anger, but naturally also because of his formidable strength and imposing manner.

Others fear Junwang Hall, but from top to bottom, Thunder God Hall has never feared anyone in Shenzhou Xianjie. Even regarding Taiqing Palace, there is no possibility of Thunder God Hall being servile; at most, they show respect and courtesy in daily interactions. If it concerns the interests of the Immortal Sect or matters of life and death, they will confront them head-on as they should.

Moreover, Taiqing Palace is a reclusive Immortal Sect and basically does not participate in the affairs of the Immortal Alliance; therefore, Thunder God Hall can be said to be the leader of Shenzhou Xianjie, always occupying the top seat, and all large and small Immortal Sects tacitly acknowledge their strength and status.

(End of this chapter)