Immortal of the Nine Realms

Chapter 590: Please Come Back. Lets Have A Proper Chat

Chapter 590: Please Come Back. Let's Have A Proper Chat

In the outer courtyard of the Nine Yang Dao Sect, a mysterious yellow bell suddenly chimed.

The guardians who had been going about their business quickly set aside their duties and rushed to an open pavilion.

An aged Daoist priest was already standing there when they arrived. Upon seeing this person, the guardians greeted him respectfully, clasping their fists and bowing. “Greetings, Elder Fang!”

The old Daoist priest nodded slightly, but his gaze remained fixed on the Heaven Profound Mirror in his hand.

The guardians looked on, puzzled, and exchanged glances.

After a few moments, the old Daoist priest smiled and said. “Come and have a look.”

The guardians gathered around to observe.

Looking at what was depicted in the mirror, they were stunned. Protector Zhao and Hua Qianchi, among others, were shown bound and suspended in mid-air.

Realization soon dawned on the guardians, and their faces darkened with anger. Someone hissed in a low voice, “Who is so bold as to attack our Nine Yang Dao Sect’s cultivators?”

Elder Fang sighed lightly. “I’ve heard it was cultivators from the Grand Thousand Dao Sect.”

He continued, “What do you all think about this? If cultivators from the Grand Thousand Dao Sect can humiliate our Nine Yang Dao Sect, we will become a laughingstock among the sects if this gets out.”

The guardians exchanged glances. They said in unison, “Please give us your orders, Elder Fang!”

“Very well. You all go and retrieve these disgraceful people, and also bring that person from the Grand Thousand Dao Sect here for a chat.” Elder Fang sighed lightly. “I won’t take action myself. If facing the Grand Thousand Dao Sect requires a Nascent Soul Realm expert, it won’t be a matter of becoming a laughingstock. We’ll be the butt of all jokes.”

After speaking, he turned and walked away, his steps a bit unsteady.

“Everyone, let’s set out immediately,” one of the guardians said with a dark expression.

Before long, sword lights shot up into the sky from the Nine Yang Dao Sect, disappearing into the horizon.

***

In the tea house.

Fang Chen watched as Li Daoyao divinated. He smiled. “So, have you figured it out?”

A wisp of white vapor slowly dissipated from Li Daoyao’s seven orifices. He looked clearly fatigued but still appeared relaxed. “Fortune favors the righteous.”

“That’s good to hear."

At that moment, Hua Qianchi’s voice suddenly rang out. He scanned the surroundings and spoke sharply. “You rat! Is it not enough that you’ve humiliated me today? Now you’ve also dishonored Protector Zhao. Do you know what consequences await you? If you release us now, there might still be a chance to resolve this. Otherwise, the Grand Thousand Dao Sect should prepare for its destruction!”

Fang Chen smiled and calmly sipped his tea, ignoring Hua Qianchi.

Hua Qianchi’s anger hit the roof. Seeing the crowd below pointing and whispering, his face gradually turned a dark shade. Protector Zhao was no better off; while Hua Qianchi was at the peak of Foundation Building Realm, Protector Zhao, in the late-stage Golden Core Realm, had suffered such a humiliating fate.

They had been a major disgrace to their sect. All they could do was hope that the experts from their sect arrived quickly to salvage their reputation. Until then, every moment was a torment for them.

After some time, someone suddenly pointed to the horizon and said, “There are people coming, lots of people.”

Everyone looked up and nodded in agreement. “Indeed, there are a lot of them.”

They saw nearly a hundred sword lights approaching from a distance. Each sword light carried an extraordinary aura, with the lowest being at the early-stage of the Golden Core Realm.

As the lights drew closer and the glow dissipated, the crowd saw nearly a hundred cultivators dressed in Daoist robes.

Some people gasped in surprise. These cultivators were clearly of the same level as Protector Zhao, indicating they were all protectors of the Nine Yang Dao Sect!

“All the Nine Yang Dao Sect’s protectors... have they all come?”

Hua Qianchi and Protector Zhao looked excited. They hadn’t expected the sect to value this matter so highly, sending all their protectors over.

With nearly a hundred protectors present, even the most cunning methods of the Grand Thousand Dao Sect would be useless against them!

Hua Qianchi even began to imagine the sight of their opponent kneeling and begging for mercy.

A thin, tall protector shot Protector Zhao a cold glance. “Protector Zhao, you’ve really made a mess of things. You have disgraced the Nine Yang Dao Sect. Elder Fang is very angry, and the situation is serious.”

His aura was distinguished among all the protectors, almost reaching the threshold of the Nascent Soul Realm.

Protector Zhao’s face was wreathed in embarrassment. “I didn’t know the Grand Thousand Dao Sect’s member would have such unusual methods...”

Hua Qianchi looked at the tall protector and said in a low voice, “Protector Bai Li, can you please lower us down first?”

“Junior Brother Hua, once this matter is over, you should stay in seclusion in the sect until you reach the Golden Core Realm. Even if you're not yet a protector, carrying the title of the top young talent of the Nine Yang Dao Sect might have made you arrogant. You dared to act recklessly without understanding the opponent’s background. Do you think you deserve this title?” Elder Bai Li said coldly.

He didn’t untie the golden ropes binding them.

The other protectors, seeing this, didn’t dare do so either.

“Senior Brother... Senior Brother Bai, I realize my mistake,” Hua Qianchi said, lowering his head, his eyes filled with humiliation.

Looking at Hua Qianchi's sorry display, Elder Bai Li sneered and surveyed the surroundings.

“Friends from the Grand Thousand Dao Sect, come out. I’ve sent for an elder to invite you to our sect as guests.”

***

Meanwhile, on a tall tower, Chu Lan stood alongside a black-clad cultivator. He stood in a distant corner, lowering his head.

“First Lady, our Immortal Qin Clan’s rules are such that I can overlook minor disturbances. However, if these Nine Yang Dao Sect protectors really intend to fight here, if you want me to refrain from intervening, it will be difficult to explain to the ancestors.”

The black-clad cultivator looked at the scene in the Immortal Origin District and spoke softly.

“Just don’t act. Consider it as repaying a past favor,” Chu Lan replied.

“Favor?” The black-clad cultivator was slightly taken aback, his expression strange. “You’re using that favor just for this matter? I’m no longer the Nascent Soul Realm expert I once was. It’s rare to see someone like you using a favor from someone in the Enlightenment Realm so lightly.”

The black-clad cultivator squinted slightly. “First Lady, will this help Young Master Qin Feng?”

Chu Lan shook her head. “Don’t ask."

There was a hint of subtle confusion in her eyes. Even she wasn’t sure how this would benefit Qin Feng, but before Fang Chen left, he asked her to intervene and prevent the Immortal Qin Clan from getting involved in his matter with the Nine Yang Dao Sect. Whether it was out of personal interest or if it genuinely helped the situation, she decided to take the gamble.

“Alright, I won’t ask. I’ll buy you some time, and after that, I’ll step in to stop it,” the black-clad cultivator said with a slight nod.

***

In the tea house, Fang Chen’s face showed a smile as he turned to the astonished Li Daoye. “When the fight starts, remember to stay away to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.”

Li Daoist looked nervous. “Wait, isn’t it supposed to be good fortune? Why are nearly a hundred Golden Core Realm experts showing up? Lord Fang, can you handle this? Don’t end up exhausting your lifespan like before!”

Fang Chen smiled and suddenly vanished. When he reappeared, he was behind one of the protectors and struck with a single palm. The protector, caught completely off guard, was sent flying a hundred feet away, crashing through a tea house.

Fang Chen followed closely.

The protectors, including Elder Bai Li, were enraged and rushed after him.

From a distance, the black-clad cultivator observed with an odd expression. “It seems Young Master Qin Nie is in that tea house?”

Chu Lan remained silent for a moment before replying. “You promised me you wouldn’t intervene. Give me ten minutes.”

She began to have a vague understanding of what Fang Chen was trying to accomplish.