I Shall Be Everlasting In the World of Immortals 438

## Chapter 432: A Thousand Cranes Scheme, The Former Culprit

The night was as cool as water.

The Xuan Shui Gui (玄水龟 – Xuan Water Tortoise) stepped out of the small forest, leaving behind ripples of water-遁 (Dun – escaping) waves.

Pei Shu Yuan, adorned in a phoenix crown and cloud-like attire, her long black hair disheveled, her luxurious bridal gown torn and stained with mud, knelt on the wide tortoise’s back.

She had become a prisoner once again.

Her sorrowful gaze fell upon the Xuan Shui Gui beneath her, her expression complex, sinking into a brief fit of resentment.

The source of all this hatred and resentment was this very tortoise.

Two hundred years ago, she, the daughter of Heaven, had learned of the Xuan Shui Gui that possessed an unusual growth rate in Lu Chang An’s possession, and she plotted to steal his secrets of beast-taming.

If she had not intervened in this cause and effect, she would have been nurtured by her sect, with her talent, her lineage, and her natural aptitude for beast-taming, and her chances of forming a Nascent Soul (元婴 – Nascent Soul) would have been very high.

“My husband.”

After a while, Xia Xian Zi and the others sensed Lu Chang An’s presence and came to meet him.

“Lu Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch), luckily we left quickly. Wan He Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch) has already arrived at Flying Dragon Fortress with reinforcements, and a large number of crane troops are massing at the front lines.”

Yin Yuan Hai said with relief.

In the demonic battlefield years ago, he was severely injured by Wan He Zhen Jun, his life hanging by a thread.

If Wan He Zhen Jun had pinned him down, even if they achieved victory tonight, they wouldn’t have been able to retreat unscathed.

“Huh! This is…”

Yin Yuan Hai’s eyes narrowed as he saw the Peacock Saintess on the back of the great tortoise.

His eyes lit up, and he exclaimed in surprise:

“Lu Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch), you’re quite a master! You’ve pulled off a perfect deception, snatching the new wife of Hei Yu Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch) without a trace.”

Yin Yuan Hai recognized Pei Shu Yuan, having seen her on the battlefield.

Now, at close range, he couldn’t help but take a few more glances.

He had to admit that the Peacock Saintess, in her bridal attire, was incredibly beautiful and alluring.

“Lu Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch), was this the result of Di Yan Jun (君 – Lord) sneaking into the enemy’s rear when we were facing off against the demonic cultivators?”

Yin Yuan Hai pondered for a moment and found it easy to deduce.

Before the confrontation between the Nascent Soul (元婴 – Nascent Soul) cultivators, he had also seen Di Yan Jun, but then he lost track of him.

“That’s right.”

Lu Chang An smiled and did not deny it.

To outsiders, this was a victory of strategy. However, to ensure the smooth success of the plan, the “Black Wind Cloak” was crucial.

…

“Husband, you’ve mobilized a large force and meticulously planned everything, all for the sake of the Peacock Saintess.”

Xia Xian Zi’s cold, autumnal eyes lingered on the Peacock Saintess’s stunningly beautiful face for a long time before she spoke expressionlessly.

Lu Chang An felt something was off with her words.

On the surface, she was praising him, but something felt amiss.

“Cough! Your husband captured this woman to avenge his past grievances, but that’s just the surface purpose.”

“Oh? What is your husband’s true intention?”

“This matter has strategic significance. Firstly, it disrupts the marriage between the two Nascent Soul (元婴 – Nascent Soul) enemies in Beast King Valley. Secondly, it humiliates Beast King Valley, forcing them to initiate another demonic war under unprepared circumstances.”

“Hmm.”

Xia Xian Zi nodded in agreement but still looked at Pei Shu Yuan thoughtfully.

It had to be admitted that the Peacock Saintess was stunningly beautiful, her beauty rivaling her own.

And with her bridal status and luxurious, exquisite attire, her charm and allure were even more pronounced.

One could tell just by looking at Yin Yuan Hai’s gaze.

Yin Yuan Hai’s gaze swept between Xia Xian Zi and Lu Chang An, picking up on the nuances. His heart stirred.

He smiled and suggested:

“Lu Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch), there’s no real use in keeping this woman by your side, and she might even cause trouble. Yin would like to offer a price for the Peacock Saintess and take her back to the Daoist Alliance headquarters. It would be safer that way.”

Yin Yuan Hai realized that Xia Xian Zi didn’t like having the Peacock Saintess by Lu Chang An’s side.

It just so happened that he was a little smitten with the Peacock Saintess.

Yin Yuan Hai had suffered a great deal at the hands of Wan He Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch) and didn’t mind whipping his granddaughter to vent his resentment.

“Husband, Yin Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch) is right. Keeping her around might turn into a fatal distraction.”

Xia Wen Yue readily agreed.

Seeing Xia Xian Zi’s support, Yin Yuan Hai was delighted, praising his own cleverness in his heart.

He could achieve two things by doing this.

Firstly, it could foster a harmonious relationship between Lu Chang An and Xia Xian Zi.

Later on, they would understand his good intentions.

Even if Lu Chang An didn’t appreciate it, Xia Xian Zi would understand his kindness.

Secondly, it was indeed safer to take the Peacock Saintess back to the headquarters. Keeping her near the front lines was a volatile factor.

As for him enjoying the Peacock Saintess, it was just a small benefit in the grand scheme of things, nothing to speak of.

“Yin Dao You (道友 – Fellow Daoist), keeping the Peacock Saintess by my side is related to Lu’s subsequent plans with Chu Meng Zhu (盟主 – Alliance Leader).”

Lu Chang An spoke in an official manner, then warned meaningfully:

“The water here is deep. Yin Dao You (道友 – Fellow Daoist), you’re not up to it, don’t probe too deeply.”

“Haha! It was Yin’s sudden impulsiveness.”

Yin Yuan Hai laughed it off.

If the other party didn’t allow it, he wouldn’t force the issue.

He thought to himself that Lu Chang An keeping the Peacock Saintess by his side would inevitably affect his relationship with his spouse, and it might create a rift in the future.

Lu Chang An said earnestly:

“The Peacock Saintess has been captured and enslaved. Beast King Valley will surely react. We’ll need Yin Dao You (道友 – Fellow Daoist) to help us deal with it next.”

“This… According to our previous agreement, Yin should return to the headquarters to report to my master after this operation.”

Yin Yuan Hai hesitated, reluctant.

Damn it!

You Lu Chang Qing have captured a stunning bride and aren’t willing to share her with me, yet you still want me to work for you?

“It’s okay. Lu will send a message to Chu Meng Zhu (盟主 – Alliance Leader) later, and he will get your master’s agreement.”

Lu Chang An said cheerfully.

Yin Yuan Hai’s expression stiffened, and his mind raced as he hurled a constant stream of curses.

He was utterly helpless, not knowing what kind of mind control potion Lu Chang An had fed his master, earning his profound trust.

Back at the headquarters, Lu Chang An had conspired with Chu Meng Zhu (盟主 – Alliance Leader) many times, and there were some inside secrets that even he, as a direct disciple, didn’t know.

…

Within Beast King Valley.

Above Flying Dragon Fortress, a thousand cranes soared, circling, shrieking, and dancing wildly, the wind whistling, making the cultivators within the city tremble in fear.

In the demonic war one hundred years ago, Wan He Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch)’s army of a thousand cranes had slaughtered a Daoist Alliance city. At the time, the bodies of all the cultivators in the city were missing their eyeballs, creating a horrifying scene.

“Good-for-nothing! I married my granddaughter to you, and less than a night later, you lose her and let the thief snatch her away! You’ve made me lose face!”

Inside his subworld, Wan He Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch) was furious, his white eyebrows trembling slightly as he launched into a tirade of insults:

“A flower should not be left unguarded even for a night! As her husband, as the groom, do you even have the face to sit in your cave and ask for help?”

“Before dawn, regardless of the cost, I want you to bring Shu Yuan back. Otherwise, what face do we, our two clans, have to stand in Beast King Valley?”

Faced with Wan He Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch)’s scolding,

Hei Yu Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch), who was sitting in meditation to heal his injuries, had a face that was a mix of purple and green.

“Grandfather, my poison hasn’t been fully resolved, and my spiritual energy is less than half. If I rush out to chase them, I might not only fail to rescue Shu Yuan, but I might also fall for Lu Wu Gui (乌龟 – Tortoise)’s tricks.”

Hei Yu Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch) argued bitterly.

“Hmph! If you had this kind of cautiousness earlier, how could you have been tricked by Lu Chang An twice?”

After scolding for a while, Wan He Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch) calmed down a little, his anger subsiding.

It was true that Hei Yu Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch) had been poisoned and was waiting for reinforcements, making it a more rational choice to plan things out.

“Grandfather, once my power recovers by half, I will join forces with several True Monarchs (真君 – True Monarch) and together we’ll find that thief Lu Chang An and bring Shu Yuan back.”

Hei Yu Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch) promised solemnly, gritting his teeth.

If he couldn’t rescue Pei Shu Yuan,

Not only would he lose face, becoming a laughingstock in the demonic realm, but his relationship with Wan He Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch) and the Pei clan might also sour.

The next morning.

Hei Yu Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch) took a few antidote and healing pills, and finally recovered half of his spiritual power.

Several True Monarchs (真君 – True Monarch) from the Beast King Valley camp gathered at Flying Dragon Fortress to discuss countermeasures.

Just then, scouts at the front lines sent a message.

“Report to the True Monarchs (真君 – True Monarch) and elders, Pei Ren (人 – Person) has been sighted at the front lines…”

“News of Shu Yuan! Where is she? How is she?”

Wan He and Hei Yu were overjoyed.

“Pei Ren (人 – Person), she…”

The reporting Jie Dan (结丹 – Forming a Pill) cultivator looked uncomfortable, stammering, and simply handed over an intelligence jade slip.

“Unbelievable!”

After reading the contents of the jade slip, Wan He and Hei Yu Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch) were furious.

Moments later, the four Nascent Soul (元婴 – Nascent Soul) True Monarchs (真君 – True Monarch) who had gathered at Flying Dragon Fortress rose into the air, their anger blazing as they charged towards the border region.

…

In the area where the two camps met.

Many of the Beast King Valley’s roaming cultivators and scouts saw Pei Ren (人 – Person).

There was a conspicuous platform.

The Peacock Saintess, in her bridal attire, was kneeling as a slave, serving a Nascent Soul (元婴 – Nascent Soul) True Monarch (真君 – True Monarch) from the opposing camp.

She might be serving tea, or she might be massaging the legs and washing the feet of the Lu Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch).

Even Lu Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch)’s spirit beast, the Rat King, was being served.

Pei Shu Yuan was kneeling on the ground, brushing the fur of Di Yan Jun (君 – Lord) in his rat demon form.

Scouts in the distance, flying birds in the sky, clearly saw this scene and were shocked.

The Beast King Valley cultivators were furious, gnashing their teeth, but dared not approach to rescue her.

Pei Shu Yuan’s heart was filled with despair, feeling a shame she had never known before.

She would rather be a private plaything than be publicly displayed as a slave, paraded around in front of all the cultivators of Beast King Valley, exposing her humiliation.

She wanted to kill herself, but she had no power.

Her body was covered in heavy restrictions, and there was a semi-transparent egg-shaped restriction mark in the depths of her mind.

Along with the forceful control of the Spirit Controlling Ring, she could not die.

Even more humiliating was the fact that

She was still wearing her wedding gown, her torn dress, serving as a maid to Lu Chang An and his spirit beast.

To make her slave status more obvious, Lu Chang An moved the Spirit Controlling Ring to her graceful, long neck.

“They’re here!”

Lu Chang An felt a presence and looked towards Flying Dragon Fortress.

The four demonic True Monarchs (真君 – True Monarch) were charging towards his location, radiating a terrifying aura of killing intent.

“Retreat!”

Lu Chang An put away his spirit beast, unfolded the black wings on his back, and tucked the bride-dressed Pei Shu Yuan under his arm.

A violent black wind enveloped him, and Lu Chang An, transformed into a streak of light, sped away.

Soon, they returned to the nearby front-line stronghold of the Daoist Alliance and met up with Xia Xian Zi and Yin Yuan Hai.

…

Not long after, the four furious True Monarchs (真君 – True Monarch) arrived in Daoist Alliance territory.

The front-line stronghold’s formations were activated, and the three True Monarchs (真君 – True Monarch), along with Di Yan Jun (君 – Lord), guarded it. There was no panic.

With an equal or similar number of True Monarchs (真君 – True Monarch) defending the stronghold, they had the advantage of the formation, so they weren’t worried about being conquered.

“Lu Wu Gui (乌龟 – Tortoise)––”

Hei Yu Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch) looked at his newlywed wife kneeling and prostrating herself on the city wall, his hair stood on end, his face turning green.

“You dare to publicly humiliate my sect’s saintess, the wife of an elder. Are you not afraid that my Beast King Valley will one day destroy your entire clan… No! Destroy your entire sect!”

His icy voice, filled with extreme killing intent, threatened.

Destroy my clan?

Lu Chang An couldn’t help but laugh.

Hei Yu Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch) also realized that threatening to destroy Lu Chang An’s clan had no effect on him.

Although there were many rumors about the amorous ways of Chang Qing Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch),

He never had any children.

He not only didn’t have any children, he didn’t even have any legitimate disciples.

Hei Yu Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch) changed his words to “Destroy your entire sect”, but the threat was still powerless.

In the Jin Yun Valley, Lu Chang An wasn’t a direct descendant, but a guest or retainer who joined later.

Even the cultivators of Jin Yun Valley were certain that if they faced annihilation, Chang Qing Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch) would have already disappeared without a trace.

Even his closest companion, Xia Xian Zi, was just a concubine.

Moreover, once they reached the Nascent Soul (元婴 – Nascent Soul) stage, their power was established. They were no longer a weakness but a powerful aid.

It was different from the Jin Yang Zong (宗 – Sect) of the past. The Jin Yang Zong (宗 – Sect) had to treat the Peacock Saintess as a hostage out of fear of reprisal from Beast King Valley.

But Lu Chang An wasn’t afraid of offending Beast King Valley.

Even if the demonic war unfortunately collapsed, he could still use the teleportation channel of the Listening Sea Pavilion to go to the Great Abyss Central Region. The stunning Zi Xia Xian Zi (仙子 – Fairy) was gentler and more considerate than Xia Xian Zi.

A man with no weaknesses, a retreat, and a backup, why would he fear demonic threats?

…

“Lu Chang Qing! As a Nascent Soul (元婴 – Nascent Soul) cultivator, you attacked a lower-level cultivator in the war. This violates the rules of the Xian Xian Zhan Zheng (修仙战争 – Cultivation War).”

Wan He Lao (老 – Old) had thousands of cranes circling above his head, his powerful voice slightly raspy.

The old man, with his full head of silver hair, spoke calmly and indifferently. As Pei Shu Yuan’s grandfather, he wasn’t as angry as Hei Yu Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch), nor did he have the same killing intent.

“Today, you attacked my granddaughter. Tomorrow, I will be able to act unscrupulously on the demonic battlefield, targeting the younger generations of your acquaintances in Jin Yun Valley, killing them!”

Wan He Lao (老 – Old)’s words, although devoid of any killing intent, made Lu Chang An’s heart sink slightly.

Every Nascent Soul (元婴 – Nascent Soul) True Monarch (真君 – True Monarch) was a top-level deterrent in the Xian Xian Zhan Zheng (修仙战争 – Cultivation War).

That’s why there was an unspoken rule: Nascent Soul (元婴 – Nascent Soul) cultivators balanced each other on the battlefield and generally didn’t directly attack lower-level cultivators.

“Old geezer, don’t try to muddy the waters.”

“I’ve already explained the reason why this Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch) acted. Before I formed my Nascent Soul (元婴 – Nascent Soul), I had a life-and-death feud with your granddaughter. This capture is a personal vendetta!”

“Including you, Wan He Old geezer. Back then, in the Liang Guo (梁国 – Liang Country), you used an inside agent, ‘Zhu Yu Ting’, to plot and kill me. This grudge, I also hold against you.”

Lu Chang An’s words silenced Wan He Lao (老 – Old) for a moment, leaving him speechless.

The personal feud between Lu Chang An and the Peacock Saintess wasn’t a secret among the two camps.

It was normal and reasonable for a powerful cultivator to seek revenge after forming their Nascent Soul (元婴 – Nascent Soul).

There had been cultivators who were hunted for hundreds of years, then formed their Nascent Soul (元婴 – Nascent Soul) and wiped out their enemies’ entire clans.

Lu Chang An had formed his Nascent Soul (元婴 – Nascent Soul) and didn’t seek vengeance by destroying clans. In a way, that was considered merciful.

…

“Lu Chang Qing, since you mentioned personal vendettas, the feud between you and me, Shu Yuan’s personal feud. Then––”

Wan He Lao (老 – Old)’s eyes turned slightly red, but his old voice remained steady and indifferent.

He changed his tone and said solemnly:

“Today, in front of all our cultivators, you dare to settle your past grievances with me?”

Huh?

This was unexpected for Lu Chang An.

Wan He Lao (老 – Old) acknowledged that Lu Chang An’s actions were a personal vendetta and would not break the rules to seek infinite revenge.

Lu Chang An met Wan He Lao (老 – Old)’s eyes, which were like those of a hawk. The old man’s face was as calm as a well, revealing no clue.

“Settle personal vendettas? Hehe, Wan He Lao (老 – Old), your old body, do you want to duel with me, a battle to the death?”

Lu Chang An chuckled, looking at the elderly man with his wrinkled face.

He used the Chang Qing Gong (长青功 – Chang Qing Technique) to sense Wan He Lao (老 – Old)’s life essence.

This old geezer only had a hundred years or so of life essence left, and he wasn’t at his peak. Where did he get the courage to duel with him to the death?

“This Old One values life. We don’t necessarily have to fight to the death. We can use spirit beasts.”

Wan He Lao (老 – Old) shook his head, explaining the contents of the wager.

“If this Old One loses, I will acknowledge my granddaughter as your slave, and I will not break the rules to seek revenge.”

“If this Old One is lucky enough to win, I hope Lu Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch) will be kind enough to return Shu Yuan.”

As he spoke, Wan He Lao (老 – Old) took a deep breath and forced a smile on his face, looking at Pei Shu Yuan on the city wall.

Hearing her grandfather’s words,

Pei Shu Yuan, kneeling on the ground, shed a line of tears.

If she could, she would rather commit suicide on the spot than have her grandfather, with his aging body, duel with the young, powerful Lu Wu Gui (乌龟 – Tortoise).

Lu Chang An narrowed his eyes. Wan He Lao (老 – Old)’s wager seemed to favor him.

Although Wan He Lao (老 – Old) was one of Beast King Valley’s top-tier, veteran Nascent Soul (元婴 – Nascent Soul) cultivators, he was far stronger than Yin Yuan Hai and even more powerful than Liu Yang Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch).

Even Liang Shao Tian had suffered a defeat at the hands of Wan He Lao (老 – Old).

If he went all out and didn’t care about the consequences, he might be able to fight a Nascent Soul (元婴 – Nascent Soul) cultivator at the mid-stage for a short period of time.

However, Lu Chang An’s power on paper was still superior to Wan He Lao (老 – Old).

Because the wager allowed the use of spirit beasts.

Lu Chang An had a complete, fourth-level demon king.

Wan He Lao (老 – Old)’s “Thousand Crane Annihilation Formation” could indeed clash with a fourth-level demon king and restrict Nascent Soul (元婴 – Nascent Soul) cultivators, but in a prolonged battle, he would inevitably be outmatched.

Wan He Lao (老 – Old) was at the peak of the early Nascent Soul (元婴 – Nascent Soul) stage. He certainly had the advantage in cultivation and spiritual energy.

However, Lu Chang An had previously revealed a super-castrated version of the Puppet Army Formation. He could use that to compensate for the cultivation gap and drag out the battle into a protracted one.

In a prolonged battle, Wan He Lao (老 – Old), who was getting on in years, would inevitably lose.

“Could it be that this old geezer has some hidden trump card, and is confident he can kill or seriously injure me in a short period of time?”

Lu Chang An pondered in his heart, secretly activating his fourth-level divination technique.

However, he felt an invisible resistance from fate, unable to penetrate the relevant cause and effect.

…

“Lu Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch), we won’t lose regardless of the outcome of this wager.”

Yin Yuan Hai was interested and encouraged:

“Lu Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch) has a higher chance of winning. If he wins, it will deal a heavy blow to the morale of Beast King Valley and the Six Demon Sects, and boost our morale.”

“Even if you lose, returning the Peacock Saintess isn’t a loss either. Lu Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch) has already made her a slave, publicly humiliated her, and played all he needed to. When she returns to Beast King Valley, her reputation will be ruined, and she will inevitably have a rift with that big philanthropist, Hei Yu Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch).”

Yin Yuan Hai’s analysis was that Lu Chang An would not lose regardless of the outcome, and he had a good chance of winning.

Damn it, it’s not you who’s dueling and fighting!

Lu Chang An glanced at Yin Yuan Hai. This guy was watching the show from the sidelines, and he was the one who wouldn’t lose regardless of the outcome.

“This wager is so favorable to me. Why would Wan He, that old geezer, want to duel me?”

Lu Chang An said in a flat tone.

“This… We are defending the stronghold, with the help of the formation, Wan He and the others cannot defeat us, so they can only offer this last resort.”

“Furthermore, the so-called wager by Wan He Lao (老 – Old) might just be a way to give himself a face-saving excuse. If he loses and can’t redeem the Peacock Saintess, he has already fought with his life and has no regrets. He has a public explanation.”

Yin Yuan Hai speculated.

Lu Chang An nodded slightly. If it was a way to save face, it made sense.

However,

This wager proposition gave Lu Chang An a sense of familiarity.

In some of his memories, there was a similar scene, and the result was a major loss, even a regret he carried with him for the rest of his life.

…

“You two, back off.”

Wan He Lao (老 – Old) raised his hand. Hei Yi Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch), Fang Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch), and Guo Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch), the three demonic Nascent Soul (元婴 – Nascent Soul) True Monarchs (真君 – True Monarch), moved back in a streak of light.

They retreated five hundred miles in one breath and hovered in the air, not hiding their whereabouts.

Wan He Lao (老 – Old) maintained a distance of one hundred miles from the stronghold.

At this distance, if they wanted to intervene in the wager, the Daoist Alliance side would be the first to provide reinforcements.

In this wager, Wan He Lao (老 – Old) showed his sincerity.

Lu Chang An’s fingers on his back clenched, secretly calculating.

This time, he only divined his own fortune and misfortune. The blockage of fate caused the conclusion to be rather vague, but it did have some signs.

“Lu Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch), if under these circumstances, you still dare not fight, then this Old One will call you ‘Wu Gui Zhen Jun (乌龟真君 – Tortoise True Monarch)’ wherever I go.”

Wan He Lao (老 – Old) sneered, seemingly trying to provoke him.

“Alright!”

Lu Chang An shouted, took a step forward, and stepped onto the city wall.

Wan He Lao (老 – Old) remained unmoved, his peripheral vision sweeping over the corners of the stronghold’s wall.

…

In the shadows of the corner of the wall.

A strange man with a black mole between his eyebrows and drooping eyes blended seamlessly with the shadow of the corner.

Incredibly, despite the close proximity to the city wall, the three Nascent Soul (元婴 – Nascent Soul) True Monarchs (真君 – True Monarch) on the stronghold had not noticed his presence.

His concealment ability had reached its pinnacle, and perhaps only the great masters of Wu Jian Men (无间门 – Wu Jian Sect) could do that.

The black mole between the strange man’s eyebrows twitched slightly, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

In his hand, he held a sharp, jagged nail, radiating gray-green light, clearly smeared with poison and infused with deadly soul-killing power!

Since the Six Demon Sects had expanded eastward, he had secretly assassinated more than a handful of Nascent Soul (元婴 – Nascent Soul) cultivators.

In the past, when Li Huo Shang Ren (上人 – Shang Ren) and Liu Yang Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch) had duelled and wagered, he was the one who had intervened.

His goal was to instigate internal conflict within the Daoist Alliance.

At that time, he had held back. Otherwise, Li Huo Shang Ren (上人 – Shang Ren)’s Nascent Soul (元婴 – Nascent Soul) spirit body would have suffered even more severe injuries and he would have died on the spot.

Over the years, he had made great contributions and received merit and resources from within his sect and the Six Holy Sects.

He advanced further, becoming a mid-stage Nascent Soul (元婴 – Nascent Soul) cultivator and the deputy head of Wu Jian Men (无间门 – Wu Jian Sect).

Sixty years ago.

He participated in the ambush and siege of “Qing Mu Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch)”, resulting in the latter’s Nascent Soul (元婴 – Nascent Soul) being injured and fleeing.

If Qing Mu Zhen Jun (真君 – True Monarch) had not been protected by a Soul Dao treasure and had not been so resistant to poisons, he, in cooperation with Beast King Valley, would have almost completely killed this cultivator, who was suspected to be a cultivator of the “Chang Qing Gong (长青功 – Chang Qing Technique)”.

(End of Chapter)

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