Yunwu Mountain summit.
Outside the attic.
Mu Qingliu sat cross-legged, facing the direction of the East Sea, quietly waiting for Master Yuanyang to arrive.
“I wonder what price must be paid to persuade Master Yuanyang to cooperate with me against the Blood Demon Sea, Nether Palace…”
Mu Qingliu thought to himself.
He greatly valued Master Yuanyang, such a powerful figure, who would stand out in any era, even tens of thousands of years ago in that age when beings beyond the Void Refinement Limit frequently appeared.
“We must have a good discussion later.”
“Even if we fail to agree, we must resolve any grievances.”
“I absolutely cannot let Master Yuanyang collaborate with those three old men.”
Mu Qingliu secretly pondered.
He had already communicated with Master Yuanyang, proposing a cooperation discussion at Cloud Mist Blessed Land, and the latter would likely arrive soon.
…
The foot of Yunwu Mountain.
Chunhua and Qiuyue’s faces had just regained some color.
The Sect Master’s sudden visit had really startled them.
That was the Taoist Immortal Sect Master, a supremely great figure in the Central Divine Continent.
For two lowly Golden Core Stage Female Cultivators like them, meeting such a grand figure was something unlikely in their lifetimes.
“The Sect Master is here to meet some ‘Dao companion,’ right?”
“It must also be some grand figure, but to have the Sect Master personally wait, this ‘Dao companion’…”
Chunhua and Qiuyue were puzzled.
With the status of the Immortal Sect Leader, who under the heavens would dare be late and let the Sect Master personally wait?
Isn’t that putting on airs a bit too much?
Does the term ‘Taoist’ in Taoist Immortal Sect carry the meaning of being moral?
The reason it is called the Daode Immortal Sect is that all enemies have been thoroughly defeated and subjugated; only its own members are left, and that’s why there’s room for ‘morality.’
As Chunhua and Qiuyue spoke softly,
a figure emerged from a sealed cultivation chamber unknowingly.
“Ah?”
“Young master.”
“You’ve come out?”
Chunhua and Qiuyue turned around and saw Lin Yuan, immediately bowing to greet him.
“Young master, the Sect Master was here just now. He’s now at the summit of Yunwu Mountain, waiting for a Dao companion.”
Chunhua immediately shared everything she knew.
“I understand.”
Lin Yuan nodded.
Lin Yuan looked up towards the summit of Yunwu Mountain.
The mountain was enshrouded in clouds and mist, much like an Immortal Realm.
“It’s about time.”
Lin Yuan’s expression was calm.
He then followed the mountain path’s stairway.
Then, he climbed the stairs towards the summit.
“Young master…..”
Chunhua and Qiuyue, upon seeing this, hesitated but did not interfere.
Although the Taoist Immortal Sect Master had said not to let anyone go up,
The young master was not an outsider; he was the Immortal Sect Leader’s grandson.
He should be allowed to go up, right?
…
Yunwu Mountain was not tall,
only a few hundred meters high.
But the mountain paths and stairways were quite rugged.
Lin Yuan’s eyes were downcast as he ascended step by step.
Lin Yuan did not use any divine skills and simply climbed steadily.
About half an hour later,
Lin Yuan reached the summit of Yunwu Mountain.
He saw Mu Qingliu, facing east, back towards him.
Lin Yuan walked straight towards him.
“Wuji…”
Mu Qingliu had already noticed Lin Yuan,
but did not stop him.
“I’ve already talked to Meng Ting; he will soon bring Jun Dongjin and your mother back, and your family will be reunited…”
Mu Qingliu assumed Jun Wuji wanted to plead for his parents and directly broached the subject.
Upon hearing this, Lin Yuan did not stop; he walked in front of Mu Qingliu and sat down eye-level with the Immortal Sect Leader who dominated the Central Divine Continent.
“Wuji?”
Mu Qingliu’s brow slightly furrowed.
The spot Lin Yuan chose was the one he had reserved for Master Yuanyang.
Nonetheless, since Wuji was his grandson, even with such impudence, Mu Qingliu still did nothing.
“Wuji, you go down first. In a moment, your grandfather and a Dao companion have important matters to discuss, matters that relate to the overall situation in the Central Divine Continent.”
Mu Qingliu’s expression was amiable.
He thought he was not wrong about the Jun Dongjin situation, but he still felt somewhat guilty towards his grandson.
Lin Yuan remained silent, simply quietly observing Mu Qingliu.
“Wuji?”
Mu Qingliu’s smile faded.
He was somewhat baffled about what his grandson was trying to do. Did he not understand the importance of the upcoming discussion for Daode Immortal Sect, for the Central Divine Continent?
The two stared at each other.
“Grandfather…”
Just then, Lin Yuan slowly began to speak.
Mu Qingliu’s expression softened, but Lin Yuan’s next words made his pupils contract:
“What do you want to cooperate with me on?”