Chapter 1217: Chapter 738: The North Continent Bestows a Treasure

Upon hearing this.

Tianwu Ancestor paused for a moment. Evidently, speaking ill of someone behind their back only to be overheard leads to some awkwardness.

But soon, he sneered coldly: “Hmph! Since he’s awake, why doesn’t he come out? Does he expect us to personally go and find him?”

“What arrogance!”

“Please, Elder Tianwu, calm your anger. My master is hindered by cultivation obstacles and is truly unable to welcome you. I ask all of you esteemed seniors to follow us.”

Jin Xue Taoist quickly intervened, respectfully guiding everyone out of the hall.

“We have gathered here today to listen to the sect’s edict. Tianwu, stop making baseless accusations here.”

It was Jade Pond Ancestor who stood up first, taking the opportunity to chide Tianwu Ancestor.

The Three Immortals Sect has always been weak in the Great Nan Continent, and Southern Sumeru has never regarded us highly, completely excluding us from the entire calamity’s arrangements.

Now that an edict has come from the North Continent, there might be a turnaround. If internal strife continues, the Great Nan Continent will be completely consumed by Southern Sumeru.

“Heh.”

Tianwu Ancestor curled his lips. He took this opportunity to stir trouble to alleviate the earlier awkwardness, and now that someone offered him a way out, he took it.

The other ancestors exchanged smiles, understanding the discord between him and Shenxu Mountain.

After all, his favored disciple, Qingluan, was killed by a disciple of Shenxu Mountain.

But for now, the urgent matters take precedence, and other issues can be set aside.

“We invite the Crane Immortal Master to speak with us at Shenxu Mountain.”

Jin Xue Taoist stepped out of the hall and respectfully bowed towards the peak of Cloud Mountain.

Amid scattered white clouds, a slender figure appeared.

It appeared to be just an ordinary crane, without any remarkable features, yet it was extraordinarily clean and beautiful.

So clean that… even on an Immortal Mountain, it gave the impression of a city sage accidentally stepping into a rural mud field.

The remaining ancestors nodded slightly as a sign of respect but did not engage in conversation.

The primary reason was the awkwardness of their respective statuses.

In terms of cultivation, all were at the rank of Third Grade Daluo Immortal Venerable. Regarding status, they were genuine disciples of the Three Immortals Sect, whereas this crane was just an attendant under a powerful figure.

Its master, the True Person of Clear Light Cave, was a Second Rank Primordial Chaos Great Luo Golden Immortal, naturally highly esteemed and not to be offended.

However, expecting these leaders of the Immortal Sect to fawn over an attendant felt peculiar to them.

Yet the White Crane seemed indifferent to this.

It held a small pouch of golden thread in its mouth, and after hearing the invitation, it slightly spread its wings and lightly landed on the main peak surrounded by the Eight Peaks.

“Please, everyone, come inside.”

The Peak Masters led the way, passing through the corridor, arriving at an alchemy stone chamber before the tightly closed vermilion great gate.

Once all the seniors had settled.

Only then did they quietly retreat to the back. The reverence and smiles on their faces instantly dissolved into a tense demeanor, looking silently towards Qian Feng Taoist.

Shenxu Ancestor had already fallen within Jianyang Prefecture.

With so many fellow seniors gathered here today, along with the presence of the Crane Immortal Master from the North Continent, trying to bluff through this situation was harder than reaching the heavens.

Once discovered, they would have no path other than a grave in Shenxu Mountain.

“…”

Qian Feng forced himself to remain calm, but his palm inside his sleeve was already tightly clenched.

He cast a bitter smile at his fellow disciples.

The one who sent the message said to do it this way, so he could only comply. As for what the other party planned, how could he know?

“Enough of this charade. We have already come in person. Do you still intend to play tricks?”

Tianwu Ancestor furrowed his brow, looking at the vermilion great gate, and waved his sleeve forcefully.

In the next moment, a clear voice echoed from within as gray mist gathered.

“I dare not, merely heard there is an important matter to discuss, thus quietly listened for the immortal master’s edict.”

These words seemed humble enough, yet all present suddenly changed their expressions.

This clear voice belonged unmistakably to a young person, not that old creature.

Qian Feng Taoist and the many Peak Masters trembled in unison.

They never expected that their new ancestor would be so audacious as to not bother concealing his voice even a little.

As the rest of the ancestors fell silent, Tianwu Ancestor stopped looking at the vermilion great gate and coldly turned to face the Peak Masters: “Who is inside?”

“It is…”

Qian Feng Taoist opened his mouth, cold sweat beading on his brow.

Though he possessed the Fourth Grade Taiyi True Immortal cultivation, at this moment, he felt as if he was on tenterhooks, as if any wrong word would lead to being sliced to pieces and the destruction of his Tao Body.

Fortunate was he, for the clear voice in the gray mist spoke again.

“I am known by the Tao name Heavenly Pill.”

In principle, a second-generation disciple who had only recently entered would struggle to make these high-ranking Immortal Sect leaders remember their name.

Yet this seemed to be an exception.

Before the words had fully settled, Jade Pond Ancestor had already lifted an eyelid: “Taixu Pill Emperor?”

Among the younger generation of the Great Nan Continent, this person’s level of mystery could be regarded as the highest, even surpassing the Bodhi Sect’s Dragon Subduing and Tiger Suppressing Great Ming King. After all, the latter had at least appeared outside the North Flow River, while the former merely summoned a piece of the Taixu Realm.

The White Crane, whose neck was slightly arched, lowered it once again after hearing Jade Pond Ancestor speak the name, placing down the golden thread pouch and calmly grooming its feathers.

“A mere junior, daring to toy with us here?”

Tianwu Ancestor’s voice was low, secretly noting the changes in the expressions of the Shenxu Mountain disciples, turning back, once more with a look full of sinister mood.