The group from Tiandan Valley was deeply shaken when they saw the newcomer.
“Immortal Lord Zhang?! Why is he here?!”
Every Mahayana Stage cultivator present was utterly suppressed. Unable to move even a single finger, they could only watch with wide eyes as the figure strolled in casually.
Dan Wuhui, in particular, was shocked beyond words.
Why was Zhang Mingyuan here at Xuanhe Mountain?
Rumor had it that a few hundred years ago, Wuchen had a massive falling out with Zhang Mingyuan, didn't he?
Who in the Xuanling Realm didn't know that the mismatched leg among the three legs of Wuchen's natal magic treasure, the Eternal Heart-Tempering Cauldron, was the result of it being shattered by Zhang Mingyuan back then and later repaired?
Surely Zhang Mingyuan couldn't be here at Xuanhe Mountain as a guest?
Zhang Mingyuan walked up to Dan Wuhui, pried Qingfeng from his grip, and then cheerfully released the frozen space.
“Phew—!”
The pressure suddenly vanished. Qingfeng collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.
Looking up and seeing the person who had saved him, he immediately scrambled forward on all fours.
“Immortal Lord Zhang! Please, I beg you to seek justice for Xuanhe Mountain!”
“I was merely gathering herbs in the ownerless land where our boundaries meet, but the people of Tiandan Valley insisted the territory was theirs and started beating me without a word! Just now, they even forced Master to—”
“Qingfeng!”
Wuchen immediately interrupted him.
“How does your master usually teach you? At all times, you must never lose your dignity!”
Qingfeng was taken aback for a moment. He quickly wiped away his tears, straightened his back, and remained silent.
By now, everyone had finally recovered from the terrifying immortal pressure. They hurriedly stepped forward to bow and greet Zhang Mingyuan.
“Greetings, Immortal Lord Zhang!”
After paying his respects, Dan Wuhui swallowed hard and asked cautiously, “May I ask what brings Immortal Lord Zhang to Xuanhe Mountain? Is there some important matter?”
Zhang Mingyuan waved his hand.
“Nothing. I was just bored, so I decided to take a stroll.”
“I happened to wander nearby and suddenly heard a commotion over here.”
He swept his gaze back and forth between the two groups with great interest.
“What's this? Is Tiandan Valley declaring war on Xuanhe Mountain?”
Caught off guard by Zhang Mingyuan's blunt question, Dan Wuhui froze, completely at a loss for words.
He stood stiffly on the spot, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
Seeing this, Zhang Mingyuan crossed his arms, looking completely detached and indifferent.
“You all know that my Eastern Territory is filthy rich, so we never get involved in the conflicts of the Central Plains—unless some blind fool tries to target us.”
“So, don't be nervous. Why are you attacking Xuanhe Mountain? Tell me, let me enjoy the drama.”
Hearing this, Qingfeng's face turned pale with shock.
It turned out Immortal Lord Zhang hadn't come to help Xuanhe Mountain; he was just here to watch the show!
Meanwhile, the group from Tiandan Valley felt as if they had received a grand pardon and let out a long sigh of relief.
As long as Zhang Mingyuan didn't help Xuanhe Mountain, everything would be fine!
Otherwise, let alone a single Tiandan Valley, even ten Tiandan Valleys bound together wouldn't be enough to satisfy this Red Dust Immortal's appetite!
After all, there were only three Red Dust Immortals in the world today, and their Yunxue Immortal Territory claimed two of them!
The combined forces of the entire Xuanling Realm wouldn't even be enough to serve as a single meal for them.
Seeing that Zhang Mingyuan had made his neutral, drama-watching stance clear, Dan Wuhui's courage surged. He pointed at Wuchen and said, “Immortal Lord Zhang, please be the judge! This Wuchen is unworthy of the title of Alchemy Emperor; he has utterly failed to discipline his disciple!”
“He condones his disciple's arrogant and overbearing behavior, allowing him to repeatedly cross the boundary to steal Tiandan Valley's rare spiritual plants!”
“I merely came today to demand an explanation, yet he relies on his title as the Alchemy Emperor to threaten a fight to the death with my Tiandan Valley! This is simply intolerable!”
“That's absolute bullshit!”
Wuchen's face immediately contorted with rage upon hearing this.
“You old bastard! If you want to frame someone, you can always find a pretext! Do you really think my Xuanhe Mountain is afraid of you?!”
With that, Wuchen could no longer contain his fury and slammed his hand down, crushing the transmission jade talisman in his grip.
Rumble!
In an instant, the clouds in the sky churned, and eighteen terrifyingly powerful auras surged like rainbows piercing the sun!
They tore through the void and descended from the heavens!
Across the sky, various phenomena manifested as brilliant colors crisscrossed, their power dominating all directions.
Seeing this, Dan Wuhui did not panic at all.
He also crushed a jade talisman.
Immediately after, the other side of the sky was also torn open. In addition to the three Mahayana cultivators already by his side, thirteen more Mahayana Stage powerhouses arrived to support Tiandan Valley!
For a moment, divine light surged and auspicious mist swirled in the heavens, their combined momentum shaking the entire world.
Including Dan Wuhui and Wuchen, there were now a whopping thirty-six Mahayana Stage cultivators present!
Every single one of them was a top titan of the Xuanling Realm.
Gathering together now, it felt as though this world could barely contain these supreme figures.
These powerful figures had arrived bursting with killing intent, but the moment they looked down, they spotted Zhang Mingyuan standing there.
All of them froze in unison. Instantly restraining their auras, they bowed to pay their respects.
The two opposing forces faced each other, splitting the very sky and earth.
The atmosphere was incredibly tense, a powder keg waiting to explode. A single spark would ignite a massive Sacred War!
Zhang Mingyuan couldn't help but click his tongue at the sight.
Ah, it had been a long time since he had been involved in such a grand battle.
Too bad even if this entire crowd were tied together, they wouldn't survive a single slash of his sword...
Being invincible was truly lonely.
Right then, Zhang Mingyuan cleared his throat.
“Ahem. I say, do you really want to start a Sacred War? People will die!”
“Everyone here is at the Mahayana Stage. It wasn't easy for you to cultivate to this point, so there's no need to risk your lives like this, right?”
He sighed, putting on a look of deep compassion.
“I have a soft heart and can't bear to see rivers of blood.”
“So today, I'll make a call. Those of you who only came to show support and don't actually want to fight to the death, you can leave now.”
“There's no need to throw away your hard-earned cultivation over these two stubborn fools.”
“No one is allowed to speak a word of what happens today.”
“Whoever spreads rumors will be making an enemy of me, Zhang Mingyuan.”
“Feel free to leave. I guarantee your safety.”
Hearing this, quite a few Mahayana cultivators present felt as if they had been granted a grand pardon.
The vast majority of them only owed Wuchen or Dan Wuhui a favor and had come merely to show support.
Who would actually want to fight a battle to the death over a few pills?
If they fell in battle, it would be a devastating loss!
Immediately, someone in the crowd took the lead, bowing deeply to Zhang Mingyuan. “Immortal Lord Zhang is truly benevolent!”
Right after, the various Mahayana cultivators took the opportunity to back down, bowing and apologizing to Dan Wuhui and Wuchen one by one.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Streaks of light shot into the sky and vanished without a trace.
In the blink of an eye, of the sixteen Mahayana cultivators on Dan Wuhui's side, twelve of them fled!
Only four loyal supporters remained standing there, bracing themselves.
Looking at his empty rear, Dan Wuhui's face instantly turned livid, and he trembled with rage.
But when he turned to look at Wuchen's side, he immediately felt a sense of balance.
Of the eighteen Mahayana cultivators Wuchen had summoned, thirteen had also run away.
Only five still stood behind Wuchen.
Five against six—it wasn't like they had no chance of winning!
At this thought, he let out a sigh of relief.
He pointed at Wuchen and barked, “Come, let's fight in the heavens!”
Wuchen also swept his sleeve, and the Eternal Heart-Tempering Cauldron flared with brilliant light.
“Fine by me! Today, this Emperor will refine you, old bastard, into ashes!”
Just as both sides were about to soar into the clouds to decide life and death,
a slender hand lightly pressed down on Wuchen's shoulder.
“I say, Old Chen, can you not be so stubborn?”
“Why fight? We're buddies! Now that I'm standing right here, how could I not help you?”
As soon as these words were spoken, a dead silence fell over the area.
Qingfeng's eyes widened, his mouth agape so wide it could fit an entire cauldron.
On the other side, the expressions of Dan Wuhui and the four Mahayana Stage cultivators beside him
began to twist and crumble beyond recognition.
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