The Confucian Sect meeting this time is organized by Ziyang Academy, located within the Immortal Dynasty. The Immortal Dynasty will certainly not be absent from the meeting.
In a palace of the Immortal Dynasty, two princes respectfully stand before the Immortal Dragon Emperor.
“Utter rubbish, I have given you a hundred thousand years, yet you couldn’t win over the Master’s disciple. She harbors the presence of a Saint, and might even succeed the Master in the future to preside over Ziyang Academy. Our Immortal Dynasty can only have a greater say in the Immortal Realm by controlling Ziyang Academy.”
“Please, Father Emperor, quell your anger. Give this child a little more time, and I will surely capture her.”
The Ninth Prince was drenched with sweat.
The Master’s disciple has the presence of a Saint, and despite his utmost efforts to please, he could not move the beauty’s heart, provoking the rage of the Immortal Dragon Emperor.
The candidates for the princes’ consorts in the Immortal Dynasty mostly come from the cultivating prestigious families and Holy Maidens of Sects within the dynasty.
After all, in the Immortal Realm, strength is respected; with strength comes stable power.
As a direct disciple of the Master, her status is exalted, and she is even expected to take charge of Ziyang Academy.
The heritage of Ziyang Academy is no less than that of the Immortal Dynasty, and only by forming a marriage alliance with Ziyang Academy can the dynasty’s status be strengthened.
A prince standing aside sneered, “Since the ninth brother has tried for so long and still couldn’t move the heart of the fair lady, it shows that Prince Xiang is willing but the Goddess remains heartless. Why not let the third brother try his luck?”
“You…”
The Ninth Prince was furiously indignant. To be allied in marriage with the Master’s disciple, a peerless beauty—although he was the Ninth Prince, he too could aspire to succeed the imperial throne.
“Let him have a try.”
The Immortal Dragon Emperor spoke, giving his consent for the Third Prince to pursue the Master’s disciple.
The Ninth Prince had played the sycophant for over a hundred thousand years; if she had any interest, she would’ve agreed long ago.
It might be better to switch to another person.
The Ninth Prince still wanted to fight for the opportunity: “But Father Emperor…”
“Silence, a loser is a loser.”
“Thank you, Father Emperor!”
The Third Prince, seeing the Father Emperor’s agreement to pursue the Master’s disciple, couldn’t help but rejoice.
If the Master’s disciple might control Ziyang Academy in the future, and by marrying her, to win Ziyang Academy’s support, he would have a strong backing to stand out in the rivalry among the nine princes for the throne; the other princes would not even compare.
“Curses…”
A hint of hatred flashed in the Ninth Prince’s eyes.
Originally, as the youngest prince, the Immortal Dragon Emperor had allowed him to pursue the Master’s disciple, evoking envy among the other princes. Now that the Third Prince was tasked with the pursuit, if he succeeded, the imperial throne would be his in the future.
The Third Prince tentatively said: “Father Emperor, why not negotiate with the Master yourself and have him agree to this marriage? This way, your child wouldn’t need to go to great lengths to win over his disciple.”
The Immortal Dragon Emperor snorted coldly: “Fool, you think what you can come up with, I cannot? If the Master’s disciple does not agree, he leaves it to nature, it’s not good for me to force her. After all, the Master’s cultivation path is even higher than mine.”
“The Master is stronger than Father Emperor?”
The Third Prince and the Ninth Prince took a deep breath.
The Immortal Dragon Emperor, an Ancient Great Power, has ruled the Immortal Dynasty for countless years. In the eyes of the nine princes, he is almost invincible. It was unexpected that the Father Emperor would admit he is less powerful than the Master.
No wonder the Immortal Dragon Emperor dares not pressure Ziyang Academy.
In the eastern part of the Immortal Realm, a monk wearing a hat walks barefoot.
The mortals passing by curiously glanced at him.
Chen Yi saw a roadside stele written with the characters “Yanzhi” in cinnabar.
“Venerable master, just ahead lies the boundary of Yanzhi Nation, please halt.”
“Recently, some mysterious incidents have occurred in Yanzhi Nation, with many male cultivators drained into mummified remains. We originally came to Yanzhi Nation seeking a marriage fate, but some of us mysteriously turned into mummified remains, and we were almost killed.”
A few cultivators who escaped from Yanzhi Nation saw Chen Yi intending to continue forward and kindly persuaded him to stop.
These few cultivators were Earth Immortal strong beings, with respectable cultivation levels, yet they nearly perished in Yanzhi Nation.
“I see that Yanzhi Nation is shrouded in Demonic Qi, its Qi Destiny waning, if I don’t enter hell, who will?”
Chen Yi still stepped into the land of Yanzhi Nation.
“Good advice is futile for a doomed ghost; great compassion cannot save those determined to perish. That monk is seeking death on his own, we cannot be blamed.”
“But why does this monk refer to himself as ‘this poor monk’?”
“What a strange person. Let’s go, we should leave.”
A few cultivators mutter to themselves as they walk away.
Yanzhi Nation, dominated by female cultivators, is comparable to the Mortal Realm’s Mysterious Lady Palace. However, the population of Yanzhi Nation is much larger, though its strength is incomparable to that of Mysterious Lady Palace.
Since Yanzhi Nation is a dynasty in the Mortal World, it also suffers from rampant demons. Chen Yi gains a reputation in Yanzhi Nation for slaying demons and banishing evil, making a name for himself swiftly.
Rumors spread throughout Yanzhi Nation of a handsome monk who roams the land, slaying demons and saving many female cultivators.
In Xiliang City, the royal capital of Yanzhi Nation, on the court, dozens of powerfully-auraed female officials are whispering among themselves.
And atop the throne, a supremely beautiful woman with captivating eyes speaks, “Why do my cherished officials discuss matters in whispers? What is being discussed?”
One of the female officials responds, “Reporting to Your Majesty the Queen, recently a monk of significant cultivation has appeared in our Yanzhi Nation, slaying demons and acting chivalrously throughout. Even the most deeply hidden demons have been found and eradicated by him. Many mortals in various cities have built temples and offered incense to him. It’s said that this monk is handsome, a man of great talent, and possesses strong magical powers, his Buddhist light shining for miles.”
“Since he has shown kindness to my subjects, I should treat him with the appropriate courtesy. Pass my decree, to all city lords: should they encounter this monk, invite him to Xiliang City to meet with me.”
“As you command, my liege.”
The female official goes to inform the city lords across the land to invite the monk present in Yanzhi Nation to meet the Queen.
The Queen of Yanzhi Nation then looks towards the State Preceptor, who is also an incredibly beautiful woman.
However, both have their own charm; the State Preceptor, dressed in a purple gown, looks even more enchanting.
“State Preceptor, what do you think of this monk’s origins? And why has he come to our Yanzhi Nation?”
“This little monk is likely a disciple out on a journey from some Buddhist Holy Land. Let him come to Xiliang City, maybe we can learn a thing or two from him…”
The State Preceptor’s eyes flickered with determination, eager to secure this little monk at all costs.
Mount Taihua, Yuntai Peak.
Lu Changsheng has no time to concern himself with the status of his eleventh disciple, Chen Yi. He has received an invitation from Ziyang Academy to travel to the Immortal Dynasty.
Lu Changsheng also decides to bring his earliest disciples, Lin Qingzhi, Lu Qinglian, and Shen Xiaoyao, who all know Mo Huazhi.
“Master, have you finally found out the whereabouts of our third junior sister?”
Lu Qinglian asks excitedly.
It’s been a long time since she last saw Mo Huazhi.
Su Xiaoqi, Dugu Aotian, Ning Qianqian, Xiao Fan, and the other disciples also turn towards them with interest.
They all know they have a third senior sister, but have never met her.
It is said that this third senior sister is the Body of Literary Sage and practices Confucian Dao, which is different from their own cultivation paths.
“Yes. Although she’s no longer practicing under our sect, she’s still my disciple, and I want to see how she is doing.”
Lu Changsheng has prepared a Space Ring in advance for Mo Huazhi, filled with cultivation resources meant for her.
As the Holy Son of Mount Taihua, Lu Changsheng will participate in the Confucian Sect conference; this trip will include several Elders and disciples from Mount Taihua Sacred Land to represent their face and status.
“Many Great Confucians among the Nine Great Confucian Sects are listed on the Divine King Ranking; one cannot overlook their power. The Heads of the Nine Great Confucian Sects are Sages themselves. A Confucian Sage is equivalent to a Great Power in Daoist Sects.”
Lu Changsheng wouldn’t dare underestimate the Nine Great Confucian Sects.
The Nine Great Confucian Sects all have Great Confucians ranked on the Divine King Ranking, just like the Elder Ancestor of Lin Clan and Jiang Family Ancestor.
The Divine Kings on the Divine King Ranking, each of them possessing extraordinary skills, even placed the Carefree Old Man beyond the thousandth rank.
For a Confucian Sage, their Cultivation Level is unfathomable, equating to the Great Experts of the Longevity Immortal Realm, like the Master of Ziyang Academy, who even the Elder Ancestor of Lin Clan and Jiang Family Ancestor find terrifying.
Lu Changsheng is also looking forward to experiencing the foundations of the Nine Great Confucian Sects on this trip.
After all, Lu Changsheng has not yet witnessed a Confucian Cultivator of the Saint level in action.
“I wonder if this disciple still recognizes me as their master…”