Chapter 122:

North of the Imperial Capital.

At the Great Dao Sect’s Taoist temple, Taoist Qingyi and others were standing high, gazing towards the distant direction of the palace.

"Fate is invisible and intangible, something that cannot be grasped… but now, that Human Emperor Sword can manifest the destiny of the kingdom, making us all wary." Taoist Qingyi said slowly.

Among the senior elders of the Great Dao Sect, he was the only one who had reached the Qingyun Temple in Nan Province and witnessed the existence of the Human Emperor Sword.

Before this, including the Nine Immortal Gates, there were many cultivators who didn’t believe in the concept of Qi fortune.

But now they have no choice but to believe.

Cultivators cultivate immortality, so they naturally avoid anything that may endanger their earthly Qi fortune.

"It’s still the Xuantian Sect acting recklessly, trying to deceive and make Emperor Yonghe worship a god beforehand…" an elder suggested.

"Our Great Dao Sect is right here in Zhong Province. If we were to worship a god, it should be Emperor Yonghe worshipping our Great Dao Sect, why would it be the Xuantian Sect from Nan Province?"

"It’s their own fault for being too ambitious. They tried to steal the chicken but ended up losing the rice."

When the actions of the Xuantian Sect are mentioned, the elders are still somewhat upset.

But after their frustration, they are actually satisfied in their hearts.

The bomb called Human Emperor Sword exposed the impulsive actions of the Xuantian Sect.

After this event, Xuantian Sect was under pressure from Eight Immortal Gates and naturally gave up many benefits, leaving those in the Great Dao Sect satisfied and content.

The leader of Xuantian Sect in Zhong Province, who relied on the sect’s precious treasures to interact with other Immortal Gates, was besieged by the upper echelons of Eight Immortal Gates after the truth came to light.

Although the Xuantian Sect’s leader didn’t die from the incident thanks to the Tianwu Mirror, their situation didn’t improve either, and their cultivation suffered greatly.

After this battle, the entire Xuantian Sect is afraid that their vitality is greatly diminished.

The plan to worship Emperor Yonghe as a god failed, not only did they fail to win the coveted first place in the Nine Immortal Gates, but the sect leader was also severely injured and had to give up many benefits as a result.

Don’t even mention being first in the Nine Immortal Gates, it’s likely that they will even drop to last place among the Immortal Gates after this incident.

This is the result of Xuantian Sect’s remaining strength.

If Xuantian Sect’s strength doesn’t recover and they continue to carry out such deceptive actions, they will undoubtedly be dismembered and completely destroyed by Eight Immortal Gates.

"This Xuantian Sect is quite ambitious and cunning," suggested an elder.

"Sect leader, I don’t think the Xuantian Sect is qualified. It would be better for our Great Dao Sect to handle the ceremony of worshiping the gods."

"Of course, our Great Dao Sect can’t be as stingy as the Xuantian Sect in our actions."

"Why not let Emperor Yonghe worship gods to all the Eight Immortal Gates except the Xuantian Sect?"

When Xuantian Sect stole the chicken, they naturally faced a united attack.

Even the secretly leading Great Dao Sect cannot confront all eight alone, so the elder suggested involving the other seven Immortal Gates.

"This is not right. Do we really believe that the fate of the dynasty is insignificant?" Taoist Qingyi was the first to voice opposition.

"If this is possible, why would we need the Xuantian Sect to ‘steal the chicken’?"

"In the matter of worshiping gods in Nan Province, the Martial Saint died, and the Xuantian Sect’s plan failed."

"However, it was Emperor Yonghe who seemingly could manipulate things freely that managed to survive until the end."

"With good luck, he turned a bad situation into a good one. Emperor Yonghe was, after all, a great ruler in the human world…"

Among the group of monks, the sect leader, positioned in the center, nodded slightly. His true self was not in the Imperial Capital, but rather just a faint shadow, slightly blurred.

"Let’s not mention this matter again," said the sect leader of the Great Dao Sect.

"The Human Emperor Sword can manifest the fortune of a dynasty, which is not necessarily a bad thing."



The elders were surprised, but quickly regained their composure and nodded in agreement.

Previously, the Nine Immortal Gates didn’t oppress Emperor Yonghe too harshly, for one reason being that the Immortal Gate needed to harvest incense offerings and required a seemingly incompetent ruler to bear the anger of the people.

Another reason was the uncertain concept of fortune.

"Knowing that this fortune indeed exists, we can find a way to deal with it," said the sect leader calmly.

"The Great Yan Imperial Court still has its fortune intact now, but what about in twenty or forty years?"

For a high-level cultivator, forty years is simply a period of seclusion.

Forty years ago, the Great Yan Imperial Court was still prosperous and far from being a match for the Nine Immortal Gates.

In the short span of forty years, the dynasty has already faced numerous challenges.

So, what will happen in another forty years?

"If the Human Emperor Sword can embody the destiny of a nation, then we just need to stay hidden and wait patiently," the sect leader said calmly.

"Once the destiny of the Great Yan Imperial Court is depleted and its fortune is gone, the Human Emperor Sword will be nothing more than scrap metal."

Cultivators are wary of the intangible and elusive concept of destiny.

As for the Human Emperor Sword, which can already manifest destiny, dealing with it is just a little more troublesome.

Time is on the side of the Immortal Gate. As long as we wait patiently, the threat of the Human Emperor Sword to cultivators will only grow weaker.

"Speaking of hiding behind the scenes…" the sect leader suddenly turned his head and looked at Taoist Qingyi.

"Qingyi, have you recently recruited some so-called Spirit Refining martial artists from the Imperial Capital?"

"Ordinary martial arts are insignificant, but Spirit Refining martial artists have enough power to suppress other martial artists. It’s worth our effort to manipulate them."

After the Martial Saint’s tragic death, the Nine Immortal Gates realized the incompetence of ordinary martial arts.

Despite their earlier boasting, the hope of human martial artists has now been completely destroyed.

However, the appearance of the Human Emperor Sword doesn’t mean that the Immortal Gate will be afraid. They will simply be more cautious.

The Great Dao Sect will begin to hide behind the scenes, focusing only on gathering followers and supporting so-called Spirit Refining martial artists. This will be enough to dominate the mortal realm.

"I heard that there have always been legends in the mortal realm of Zhong Province about using martial arts to attain enlightenment," the sect leader asked.

"Sect leader, you are joking. The potential of martial arts in humans is limited. The human body has its limits. How can they use martial arts to attain enlightenment? It’s just a rumor," Qingyi replied with a faint smile.

Cultivators from Nine Immortal Gates often ignore the presence of ordinary martial artists.

However, there are exceptions when it comes to cultivators. For example, the Long Life Gate within Nine Immortal Gates used to study martial arts of mortal beings, but they were not successful.

Qingyi is one of them.

………………..

Inside the heavenly prison.

These few days, Qiao Mu and his neighbor Hai Wuya discuss martial arts daily and both benefit greatly from it.

Hai Wuya, although an external martial artist, comes from an academic background, well-versed in various books. His perspective differs greatly from ordinary martial artists and often takes a unique approach.

As the two were engrossed in their conversation, suddenly a meow came from within the heavenly prison, interrupting Qiao Mu.



Qiao Mu lowered his head and saw a multicolored cat, gripping his pant leg, as if trying to pull him away. However, its footsteps were clearly weak and floating.

He suddenly understood.

"Life is impermanent, my life shall cease."

From a distance, a concentrated footstep sound could be heard. Gaoler Fang Yuan walked in front with a not-so-good expression, staring directly at Qiao Mu.

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