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."

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.