Chapter 175

Chapter 175: Invitation, Rejection

“Obey the Saint Son’s orders!”

After the Saint Son made his declaration, Old Man Wu took out a mysterious patterned ceramic jar.

Despite its ordinary appearance, this jar was a top-grade immortal artifact capable of binding even an Immortal King’s soul.

On the other side, Saintess Ziyun dashed across the void and appeared in front of Immortal King Dong in the blink of an eye.

“Die!”

Saintess Ziyun raised her hand and unleashed a surge of golden celestial power.

“Quick, save this king! This king will agree to all your conditions!”

Immortal King Dong trembled in fear; he had been in slumber for six thousand years and even sacrificed his own offspring to awaken.

How could he willingly accept death!

“Roar!”

After calling for help, Immortal King Dong’s soul power surged to its limit, condensing into a battle knife that struck towards the golden celestial power.

Crack!

The two collided, and Immortal King’s soul power knife shattered with a sound.

The golden celestial power, however, continued forward, crashing towards him.

“My life is over!”

The might of the Immortal Sovereign was something a mere Initial Stage Immortal King like him could not resist; he could only wait for death.

Hatred, unwillingness, and desolation surged in his heart all at once.

At that moment, an unexpected change occurred!

In the space where Immortal King Dong was located, a black portal suddenly appeared out of thin air.

A powerful tearing force instantly sucked his soul into it.

Boom!

The golden celestial power struck against the ceramic jar.

The jar was hit and cracked in several places, yet it did not shatter; instead, it ricocheted back into the void with great recoil.

“Pfft!”

On the other side, Old Man Wu spat out a mouthful of blood.

The jar was his life-source artifact, and since it was damaged, he was severely injured as well.

“Old Wu, are you okay?”

Seeing this, even the Saint Son’s expression changed drastically as he asked with concern.

“I can still hold on. Luckily, this jar is a top-grade immortal artifact, and that female demon’s celestial might has waned significantly; otherwise, I would have died instantly.”

Old Man Wu said, still shaken.

“Sigh.”

Saintess Ziyun’s cold eyes finally showed a hint of vitality, indicating that the trace of the Immortal Sovereign’s might attached to her had faded.

“Unfortunately, someone is obstructing me!”

That earlier strike failed to annihilate Immortal King Dong’s soul, and now there would be no opportunity left.

…

At this moment, Chen Ansheng and Zhong Li had escaped the confines of the immortal mansion’s small realm through the teleportation array set up by Saintess Ziyun in advance.

“I wonder how my Master is doing!”

The two landed in a desolate forest as Zhong Li felt anxious.

“Don’t worry, I’ll use a puppet to check the situation,” Chen Ansheng said.

“Right! How could I forget this? Hurry and check; tell me immediately if anything happens.”

“Okay.”

Then, Chen Ansheng focused his thoughts and infused them into Yue Ningxiang’s soul.

In the void, the few people from the Red Lotus Sacred Land observed for a moment, saw that Saintess Ziyun’s aura had completely diminished, and flew towards her.

“Good technique!” The Saint Son clapped and said, “I didn’t expect such a powerful existence in little Nan Zhan.”

Saintess Ziyun turned her head, coldly staring at him, “Why are you obstructing me from killing that Immortal King?”

“Hehe.” The Saint Son chuckled and replied, “If you were strong enough, would you fear being obstructed? In the end, it’s because you don’t have the qualifications to kill an Immortal King.”

“You!”

Saintess Ziyun trembled with anger; her internal organs felt as if they had been crushed by celestial might, nearly causing her to fall from the air.

“You’re ruthless; we’ll see about this!”

Saintess Ziyun suppressed her anger, unwilling to linger, and attempted to leave.

“Stop!”

An elder suddenly flashed forward, blocking Saintess Ziyun’s path.

“Seeking death? Get lost!”

Saintess Ziyun roared; she couldn’t show weakness at this moment and could only pretend to be tough.

“Hehe.” The elder scoffed and stated, “Your soul is damaged, your meridians are shattered, and your internal organs are severely injured; don’t try to act tough in front of me!”

“So what?” Saintess Ziyun raised her chin, a tangible killing intent flashing in her eyes, coldly saying, “At worst, I’ll endure once more the might of the Immortal Sovereign and take you down with me. Anyone with guts can make a move; those who don’t dare are just cowards!”

“This…”

The elder was swept by a wave of energy and couldn’t help but step back a few paces.

For a moment, everyone was stunned into silence by her dominating presence, exchanging glances.

“I think we should avoid provoking this woman; if she really can unleash that invincible celestial might again, we might be killed with a single strike.”

Chen Ansheng, controlling Yue Ningxiang, nervously transmitted this thought to the others.

“Your Highness, the Saint Son is right; we don’t need to take such great risks to confront her.”

Old Man Wu had personally experienced the overwhelming nature of that golden celestial power and felt fearful.

Not only the two who spoke, but even the Saint Son himself was wary of that invincible force.

“Hahaha.” Thus, the Saint Son laughed and said, “Celestrial, do not be angry. I am Mo Qingfeng, the Saint Son of the Red Lotus Sacred Land. I come under the command of our Saint Lord to take over this territory of Nan Zhan and extend an invitation to various major forces and heroes of the world to join our Sacred Land. What do you think?”

“Take over Nan Zhan?”

Saintess Ziyun raised an eyebrow.

She was aware of the Red Lotus Sacred Land’s strength but couldn’t understand why a sacred land would be interested in such a wilderness.

“Exactly!” Mo Qingfeng clasped his hands behind his back and spoke slowly, “Nan Zhan was once within the realm of our Sacred Land’s influence; it was simply neglected for a long time, leading others to mistakenly believe it was a land without an owner. Now that our Lord wants to reclaim it, it is only natural. We would greatly welcome a heroic figure like yourself to join; how do you see this?”

“I am used to being a free spirit and cannot bear to be bound by others. Farewell!”

Saintess Ziyun immediately refused and prepared to leave.

“Wait!”

Old Man Wu called out in a low voice, “Since you do not wish to join our Sacred Land, we will not force you. However, the Saint Lord has commanded that any forces unwilling to join our Sacred Land must vacate Nan Zhan within three days and find new land to settle; those who do not comply will bear the consequences.”

Saintess Ziyun turned her back to them, her chest heaving as she took a deep breath.

After a brief pause, she descended without looking back.

“This woman is so arrogant; are we really not going to cut her down?”

The peak Celestial Immortal elder said with annoyance.

“Do not create trouble; we’ll wait until the three-day deadline has passed. If she does not comply, our Sacred Land will send someone to handle it.” Mo Qingfeng said flatly.

“Exactly, exactly.” Yue Ningxiang quickly nodded, “It’s no big deal; it’s not worth risking our lives.”

Hearing this, Mo Qingfeng looked at Yue Ningxiang with some surprise.

Yue Ningxiang paused for a moment and asked, “Am I wrong?”

Mo Qingfeng replied indifferently, “No, I’m just curious why you suddenly decided to be sensible.”

In Mo Qingfeng’s view, she had been spoiled from a young age, could not handle grievances, and would resort to violence at the slightest disagreement; how had she changed today?

“She’s always been very well-behaved and sensible!”

Yue Ningxiang playfully blinked and stuck out her tongue.

“Something’s off with you!”

Mo Qingfeng’s expression darkened as he reached out towards Yue Ningxiang’s shoulder.