Chapter 0122: Tian Yijun
Chapter 0122: Tian Yijun
Stained Glass Sky Peak, Stained Glass Palace.
The palace was like an iceberg perched on the mountain. It really had the feel of an immortal palace. Those that roamed within this immortal palace were like immortal men and women.
In the palace of glass, two women faced each other. The lush beauty with a severe nature, Lan Huayi, and the warm and tender Lan Boli.
The two spoke for a while. Lan Boli showed a hint of worry. "Auntie, the Zhongyuan Dao Sect is overboard, actually teaming up with ghostly cultivators and demons. Is there no one to stop them?"
Lan Huayi barked a laugh. "In our area, the Dong Sheng Divine Continent is the furthest east. It's far from the center, and is considered a whole other world by itself. The martial cultivators in the Dong Sheng Divine Continent are not even worth mentioning. When one is far away from authority, the powers that be will not intervene. Furthermore, it is unlikely that anyone will be able to provide assistance in such a short amount of time."
"And by the time someone does, the Bipo Mountain Range will probably already be Jiang Xie's," Lan Huayi added as an afterthought.
"Then, can we ask for help from 'that place?’ After all, the Heavenly Sword Sect is part of them."
Speaking of that place, Lan Huayi shook her head. "It's too far, and there's too little time. Even if we succeed, they might not take it seriously. And even if they do hurry over, they still might not make it in time."
"Is the situation really so urgent?" Lan Boli worried.
"Mm. We don't know what they are preparing. In truth, they should have attacked earlier. Even so, killing Yang Qing was already a signal. I estimate that in a few days...."
Lan Huayi's expression was ugly. She had fought with Feng Xueya for so long, only to be invaded by outsiders.
"Then how should we deal with it?" Lan Boli asked.
Lan Huayi looked at her. "None of your business. Beating them off is up to us."
"Auntie, I'm already at the eighth tier of the Qi Condensation Realm," Lan Boli grumbled.
"And so what?" Lan Huayi was firm on this. She did not want Lan Boli to fight. She shot her a sharp glance. "Boli, have you fallen in love with Night Wishes for Snow?"
"Eh...." Lan Boli started a little suspiciously. "Auntie, why would you suddenly ask something like that? It's not important."
"Speak." Lan Huayi stood there, menacing.
Lan Boli stammered, "This is my personal business, and nothing much compared to the survival of the sect...."
"I object," Lan Huayi interrupted. And then she softened her tone. "Boli, you and him belong in different worlds. Once we are past this impediment, I will apply to send you to that place, and then you will be forever separated, one in heaven the other on earth. There is no chance!"
"I...." Lan Boli's eyes were brimming.
If she went there, did it mean they could never meet again? And even if they did, there might be a gulf between them.
......
The Zhongyuan Dao Sect was located to the east of the Bipo Mountain Range, on the Zhongyuan Immortal Mountain. It was a mountain twice as high as Heavenly Peak, and their superior numbers had built many palaces around the Zhongyuan Immortal Mountain.
On the west side of the Zhongyuan Immortal Mountain, there was Fuli Palace, which was the territory of the prince of the Zhongyuan Dao Sect, Jiang Junlin.
Ever since their return from the Heavenly Sword Sect, Fuli Palace had been ringing with curses and rants. The voice had only subsided recently.
Fuli Palace was plastered with talismans everywhere, with a huge eight trigram diagram in the center. It looked like an extremely proper place, and proudly displayed the righteousness of an orthodox sect.
However, within Fuli Palace stood seven people, completely dressed in black, and their heads masked. They were garbed in the same manner the Spectral Concubine had been. They were of a spread in height, gender, and appearance, but each had the intensity and sinister aura that eclipsed the Spectral Concubine's tenfold. Compared to them, the Spectral Concubine was but a small child.