Chapter 144: Chapter 10: Respectfully Inviting the Old Ancestor Back to the Sect

The upheaval in Wutong City had already drawn the attention of every major power. Despite the blockade set up by Sakata Heavy Industries, there was no stopping the True Immortals from certain super-factions who wished to observe.

Some of these super-factions recognized Lu Xuan, realizing he was the very same youth who had slain the scion of a Little Saint a few months prior in that small city, standing defiant before Earth Immortals and Celestial Humans.

They were all somewhat shocked. ’How much time has passed? How has this boy managed to come this far?’

’No, that’s impossible… Was he hiding his true strength before?’

A top figure from one of the super-factions picked up Lu Xuan’s file, a thoughtful expression on his face. After looking it over again, he casually tossed it aside.

’Hmph. One look and you can tell this file is fake.’

「Meanwhile, in Gouxian Town.」

Yang Erlang paused. At his side, Li Nezha tilted his head.

“It’s the people from Guangcheng Palace… from deep within the mountains…”

He watched the hundred-some Daoists approaching in unison on the clouds, a look of astonishment on his face.

“Brother Yang, what’s going on? Why have those descendants from Guangcheng Palace emerged from seclusion?”

Both of them were from the Jade Void Lineage. Though they were a generation junior to Guangcheng Zi, they were still considered ancestors by these Daoists from Guangcheng Palace.

Yang Erlang knit his brows slightly and shook his head.

“I’m not sure. It’s strange… Guangcheng Palace hasn’t made a worldly appearance in so many years. Why the sudden fanfare? And it looks like…”

His gaze drifted toward the youth above the clouds, a look of disbelief on his face.

“Are they here for this kid?”

At some point, Zhu Wuneng had appeared at their side, his face a mixture of shock and uncertainty.

“I, Old Zhu, really can’t make heads or tails of this anymore. What in the world are the origins of that little kid who’s also named Lu Xuan? He uses the techniques of your Jade Void Lineage—are you sure you don’t know him?”

Yang Erlang and Li Nezha shook their heads in unison, the confusion in their eyes deepening.

Supreme Emperor Profound Yellow was a disciple of the one known for having the greatest killing intent. That young man in the sky had the exact same face as Supreme Emperor Profound Yellow—even the same name—yet the Heaven-Flipping Seal he’d displayed earlier and the dark aura around him were both Magic Techniques of the Jade Void Lineage.

And that longsword that had flashed in his hand earlier… also looked quite familiar.

As they mulled this over, Li Changgeng slowly approached and offered a reminder.

“If I recall correctly, the title of the most mysterious among the Thirteen Immortals of Jade Void was… Fusheng Lu Xuan Heavenly Venerable, wasn’t it?”

“That’s a coincidence.” Yang Erlang waved his hand dismissively. “That matter is already settled… For now, let’s just watch what unfolds in the sky. I, for one, want to see exactly why these descendants of Master Guangcheng have come down from their mountain.”

As they were discussing, the situation in the sky changed once more.

An immense presence appeared on the horizon. The Grand Director of Sakata Heavy Industries strode forth, soon arriving before the assembled Earth Immortal directors and Celestial Humans.

But he didn’t spare a single glance for the youth who had triggered this whole affair. Instead, his gaze was fixed grimly on the hundred-some Daoists who had come riding the clouds, his expression solemn.

“And who might you all be?”

The True Immortal’s voice boomed, a vast celestial tone that shook the heavens and the earth. The sound echoed for hundreds of miles, silencing the mountains and rivers. Birds fell to the ground, and every beast prostrated itself.

The hundred-some Daoists were all dressed in solemn attire, their expressions utterly placid. The group of Earth Immortal Daoists in their midst each held something in their hands.

At a glance, they appeared to be holding Immortal Flowers, Spirit Fruits, and other such items.

Of the two Daoists in the lead, one was an Earth Immortal who looked to be of the sixth or seventh tribulation. The other was far more formidable; his face was plain and unremarkable, but the aura of power he radiated was in no way inferior to that of the Grand Director from Sakata Heavy Industries!

In other words… he was also a True Immortal!

At that moment, Qing He Daoist flinched, sending a message via Divine Thought:

“Junior Brother Qing Ping, can you take him?”

“I don’t know,” the True Immortal Daoist replied via transmission. “But it shouldn’t be a major issue. Though Senior Brother cannot leave Guangcheng Palace, he has no problem projecting his power… We just need to follow procedure and welcome the young man back.”

While the two conversed via Divine Thought, the Grand Director of Sakata Heavy Industries frowned at the long silence.

“I ask again, who are you?”

His heart grew heavy, and he found the situation baffling. ’Where on earth did these Daoists spring from?’

’Especially the leading True Immortal, the Great Daoist… I’ve never seen him before. This is highly unusual. There are only so many True Immortals in the world. We may not all be close acquaintances, but we’ve at least met.’

’And there have been a few too many unfamiliar True Immortals popping up lately. There’s this one now, and not long ago, there was even a Grand Grade…’

As his thoughts churned, the immortal might emanating from the Grand Director didn’t diminish in the slightest. On the contrary, it grew even more majestic, clashing with the brilliant immortal might that now erupted from Qing Ping Daoist.

As their auras intertwined, the weather for thousands of miles around changed abruptly. More than half of Langya Province and Central Plains Province were shrouded in a gloomy haze. Countless mortals and cultivators who didn’t understand what was happening felt a heavy, oppressive weight on their hearts.

Lu Xuan, caught directly in the middle, bore the brunt of it. His qi and blood felt as if they were freezing solid. Even as he continuously drew upon the Three-Five Evil-Slaying Sword from the sea of his mind for protection, he was having a very difficult time.

However, he wasn’t panicked. In fact, a look of surprise appeared on his face as he recognized Qing He Daoist at a glance. His heart skipped a beat.

’Guangcheng Palace actually has a True Immortal… Though, I suppose that makes sense. It is, after all, the Daoist Lineage left behind by Senior Brother Guangcheng. Although I don’t know what kind of existence Second Martial Uncle is…’

’…but thinking about it now, he’s probably far from simple. At the very least, he isn’t the Celestial King I originally took him for.’

Their auras clashed for a long while, until fine cracks began to spiderweb through the void.

Qing Ping Daoist lifted his eyelids slightly, flicking a glance at the Grand Director. He still paid him no mind, but instead suddenly called out in a loud voice:

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