Longevity Clan Starts with the Patriarch's Marriage

Chapter 443: Chapter 208: I heard the female Bodhisattva is very graceful, I want to have a taste_1

Xuan Domain, Dangyang Mountain.

The rulers of the great holy land schools from the Qianyuan Divine Province descended with imperial arms, their mighty pressure overwhelming all creatures, looking down upon the world with awe-inspiring presence that shook the heavens and the earth.

Besides the Pusa of Xumi Mountain who had left, still in the Nine Heavens were the Monarch of Bai Yujing, the Demon Lord of the Heavenly Demon Hall, the Demon Lord of Myriad Demon Mountain, the Barbarian Lord from the Summit of the Stars, the old Taoist from the Penglai Immortal Sect who observes the sea, and the progenitor of weapons from the House of Divine Armies.

Six powerful beings from the Tongxuan Realm stood proud in the Nine Heavens, each upholding an imperial weapon, their Emperor’s Light shining across the heavens, Emperor’s Might suppressing ages, causing such a great commotion that it even drew the attention of many powerhouses within the surrounding divine provinces.

The Monarch of Bai Yujing wore a gentle expression, the Demon Lord remained calm and composed, the progenitor of weapons was contemplative, the Demon Lord had a look of amusement, the Barbarian Lord showed no emotion, while the old Taoist from Penglai was frowning deeply, clearly very displeased.

“Dongfang Qingcang, this matter has nothing to do with Myriad Demon Mountain, so what are you doing here? Just here to enjoy the show?”

After a glance around, the old Taoist from Penglai’s gaze finally settled on Dongfang Qingcang, the Demon Lord of Myriad Demon Mountain, and he spoke with a very confrontational tone.

A few years ago, when the Dragon Saint reincarnated and brought a mysterious elder from the Tongxuan Realm with an imperial weapon to the Penglai Immortal Sect, it caused a change in the meticulous plans of the Heavenly Immortal ancestor from Penglai, forcing the old Taoist to alter his strategy.

Although he managed to trick Long Yue and that mysterious elder from the Tongxuan Realm a little, the old Taoist was still annoyed, as the vital multicolored Qilin Loach was gone, and his plans of tens of thousands of years were close to failure.

Years had passed, and Long Yue still hadn’t refined that multicolored Qilin Loach, meaning he had discovered the fallback of the Penglai Immortal Sect, and the plan was essentially a failure.

Had it not been for the Heavenly Immortal ancestor’s numerous contingencies, not limited to orchestrating the Dragon Saint’s line, the old Taoist wouldn’t have let go so easily.

Even so, the old Taoist’s mood hadn’t been great for these past few years, and now it was even worse.

His beloved disciple Ling Lingshuang was kidnapped, and the old Taoist was nearly driven mad with rage, furiously indignant, but since the gathering was full of significant figures, he didn’t want to show it too openly in case it became fodder for gossip.

Although the Penglai Immortal Sect was one of the great holy land schools of the Qianyuan Divine Province, its foundations were relatively shallow, even less so than the House of Divine Armies. There were only four Divine Yuan Realm Martial Emperors in their generation, and now one had been kidnapped and gone missing.

Ling Lingshuang’s talent was remarkable, although not quite on par with Lu Zhen of Bai Yujing; among the four Divine Yuan Realm Martial Emperors of the Penglai Immortal Sect, she was the most promising. Under his guidance, she had the potential to break through to the Tongxuan Realm and replace him as the guardian of the Penglai Immortal Sect in the future.

Ling Lingshuang had been stuck at the Sixth Heaven of the Divine Yuan Realm for decades, unable to advance to the later stages. That was why the old Taoist sent her to handle the Dangyang Mountain incident and secure the opportunity belonging to the Penglai Immortal Sect, with the hope of breaking through to the later stage of the Divine Yuan Realm.

The potential successor of the Penglai Immortal Sect was taken away—how could the old Taoist not be furious? The other Tongxuan Realm powerhouses maintained their restraint, but seeing the Demon Lord Dongfang Qingcang with a look of amusement, the old Taoist grew even angrier.

“Guanghai, what are you talking about? Didn’t Myriad Demon Mountain send any Shenyuan Realm cultivators here? Or are you saying that no Martial Emperors from Myriad Demon Mountain went missing?”

Demon Lord Dongfang Qingcang didn’t indulge the old Taoist’s irritations and responded firmly.

He was also extremely annoyed these past two years. The Demon Emperor Xue Yueqing had mysteriously disappeared, obviously having been kidnapped, and while there were traces of an imperial weapon at the scene, no leads were found.

He wanted to shift the blame to the Heavenly Demon Hall and let off some steam, but the Demon Lord Dugu Weizun was not a man of martial integrity, threatening full on revival of divine weapons at a moment’s notice, even wanting to bring back celestial weapons to confront him to the death, in a maniacal frenzy.

Eventually, Dongfang Qingcang reluctantly stepped back, holding back his anger, leading to a cessation of hostilities. But this pent-up frustration had been gnawing at him, and he had held a grudge these two years.

Now, seeing that one of the Divine Yuan Realm Martial Emperors from the Penglai Immortal Sect was also kidnapped and missing without a trace, the frustration in his heart suddenly eased.

Myriad Demon Mountain has lost one Divine Yuan Realm Martial Emperor, and your Penglai Immortal Sect has also lost one; now we are even.

“Haha~ Your Myriad Demon Mountain has deep foundations; losing one Divine Yuan Realm Martial Emperor is nothing to worry about,” the old Taoist replied with a cold laugh, pushing back just as hard.

There were six Tongxuan Realm powerhouses present, four of which belonged to the Human Clan. Even though they were constantly fighting amongst themselves, they presented a united front against outsiders, and the old Taoist was not intimidated.

He indeed felt the same way. The Penglai Immortal Sect had only four Divine Yuan Realm Martial Emperors, and losing one was a blow to his heart, especially since this person was the successor he was grooming.

On the surface, Myriad Demon Mountain had ten Divine Yuan Realm Martial Emperors; losing one, Demon Emperor Xue Yueqing, was not a big deal, and besides, Xue Yueqing was not the future successor of Myriad Demon Mountain.

In the mind of the old Taoist, Xue Yueqing’s importance couldn’t even be compared to Ling Lingshuang’s.

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Qingcang’s forehead creased, his face instantly turning cold, and he said displeasedly, “Guanghai, are you looking for a fight with me?”

“Based on what you said, your Human Clan has dozens of Divine Yuan Realm Martial Emperors, several times more than my Demon Clan. Losing Ling Lingshuang really is no big deal.”

The Demon Lord Dongfang Qingcang stood with his hands behind his back, his voice firm and forceful, unleashing a terrifying presence that overshadowed everything, exerting enormous pressure on the Divine Yuan Realm Martial Emperors below.

“If you want to fight, I am ready to give you one,” the old Taoist replied without hesitation, his own aura burgeoning, not conceding an inch.

The atmosphere on the scene suddenly tensed up, hinting at a potential outbreak of combat between the two. The Monarch of Bai Yujing, the Demon Lord of the Heavenly Demon Hall, the progenitor of weapons from the House of Divine Armies, and the Barbarian Lord from the Summit of the Stars all reacted differently.

The Demon Lord of the Heavenly Demon Hall and the progenitor of weapons from the House of Divine Armies stepped back, making their stance clear: they did not want to interfere with the fight between the Demon Lord Dongfang Qingcang and the old Taoist.