King Zhou Zhen let out a breath of relief.
The Immortal Master had finally arrived.
As long as the Immortal Master was here, everything would undoubtedly be safe. How could the Immortal Masters of the Taiwu Immortal Sect be re empty titles? Those tasked with overseeing the Great Zhou Dynasty were all powerful cultivators with profound mana.
The people within the grand hall were evidently no longer as tense as before.
All of this credit belonged to the Immortal Master.
"Do you think you, as a cultivator, can act recklessly in the Great Zhou Dynasty? Now that the Immortal Master is here, let’s see how arrogant you can still be." King Zhou Zhen quickly ran to one side, harshly reprimanding Lin Fan for his actions.
Now, whom would he have to fear?
So what if the opponent was a cultivator?
With the Immortal Master present, naturally, the opponent could be subdued with a re flip of the hand.
Wang Zhou’s face showed worry. The people who had been anxious just monts ago were suddenly unafraid, which ant in their eyes, the arriving individual must be truly formidable.
The Immortal Master, naturally, must be one of the Taiwu Immortal Sect disciples tasked with overseeing the dynasty.
And their power would surely not be weak.
Lin Fan was also a disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect, but he had only joined the sect recently. How could he possibly be stronger than the opponent? Disaster was likely imminent.
Thinking of this,
Wang Zhou could not help but panic. If he had known this would happen, he would have stopped Lin Fan from coming here even if it cost him his life.
With a promising future ahead, how could it be ruined in a place like this?
Zhang He had been assigned to watch over the Great Zhou Dynasty for ten years. For cultivators, ten years passed in the blink of an eye, and during this ti he was typically in secluded cultivation.
If not for soone informing him just now,
he certainly would not have erged from seclusion.
But upon hearing that a cultivator was causing trouble in the Imperial Court, he naturally could not tolerate it. The Great Zhou Dynasty belonged to the Taiwu Immortal Sect. For soone to stir up trouble in the Imperial Court was tantamount to disrespecting the Taiwu Immortal Sect.
If word reached the sect, he might even face punishnt himself.
"We humbly welco the Immortal Master."
"We humbly welco the Immortal Master."
The high-ranking officials in the hall greeted him respectfully, lowering themselves as much as possible in the presence of the Immortal Master.
"Immortal Master, you have finally arrived. This is the man who brazenly killed my beloved minister," Emperor Renhe lanted, his heart aching. Nurturing a loyal minister took years of effort, yet the opponent had killed him on a whim, leaving the Emperor utterly stunned.
Zhang He frowned. Such incidents were exceedingly rare, occurring perhaps once in a century. The most common disturbances he encountered were from ignorant demons sneaking into the Imperial Court to siphon its luck.
Genuine disciples of authentic Immortal Sects would never behave so recklessly in the Imperial Court.
The Taiwu Immortal Sect commanded respect from all directions; even other great Immortal Dao Sects would give face to their na.
To hear that a cultivator dared to cause trouble now,
his first thought was that the intruder must be so rogue loose cultivator.
A wandering rogue with no sect or backing,
emboldened by a bit of strength to challenge the highest mortal authority.
There were many such individuals, yet so few this utterly foolish.
"What sect or faction do you belong to?"
Zhang He stared at Lin Fan, who was young and seed sowhat frivolous. His unsteady state of mind suggested his cultivation ti had not been long. Those with years of cultivation would have a much steadier outlook on events.
"Taiwu Immortal Sect," Lin Fan replied.
[Zhang He: Fourth Layer of the Longevity Stage, Golden Core Realm.]
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A Golden Core Master.
To guard the Imperial Court, they fielded a Golden Core Master. It seed the Taiwu Immortal Sect placed significant importance on the mortal Imperial Court.
At such cultivation levels, one was practically unrivaled in the mortal world, like an Earthly Immortal. rely appearing before commoners would make them revered as a god.
"Impossible! Immortal Master, do not be deceived. If he were truly a Taiwu Immortal Sect disciple, how could he fail to know that the Great Zhou Dynasty is under the sect’s protection?"
"Boy, I know you’re afraid now with the Immortal Master present, but I’m telling you, it’s too late. The Immortal Master’s discerning eyes won’t be fooled by your lies," King Zhou Zhen scolded angrily, emboldened now that the Immortal Master was here. How could he possibly fear Lin Fan now?
The fear from earlier stemd solely from Lin Fan’s strength.
Zhang He, however, chuckled instead of getting angry. "Even if you are a disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect and thus my fellow sect mber, do you realize the severity of your cris? Stirring up trouble in the Imperial Court and killing so many of its loyal officials—do you know what punishnt this warrants?"
"According to the sect’s rules, for your cris, you should have your cultivation crippled and be expelled from the sect."
Wang Zhou, hearing this, was imdiately alard and pleaded, "Immortal Master, I beg you to spare him! We are willing to accept punishnt. He only recently joined the Taiwu Immortal Sect and does not yet understand the rules. Please, give him a chance this ti."
King Zhou Zhen laughed loudly. "Oh? He recently joined the sect and dares to act so arrogantly? If allowed to remain longer, not only might the dynasty be endangered, but even the Immortal Master here could be disrespected."
He then cupped his hands in salute. "Immortal Master, how could such a vile individual beco a Taiwu Immortal Sect disciple? This utterly brings sha upon the sect."
"Hmm, well said." Zhang He nodded, clearly agreeing with King Zhou Zhen’s reasoning. "The sect entrusted to oversee the Imperial Court, granting imnse authority. Should any sect mber exploit this connection to wreak havoc in the court, I, as a True Man, have the right to execute them on the spot."
Excellent.
Simply excellent.
Everyone silently cheered with excitent.
This was true dominance.
Look at the Immortal Master, then look at you. There was simply no comparison—utterly disgraceful!
"Enough. Stop posturing in front of . I see you’re a fellow sect mber, so I don’t want to waste words with you. Get lost and cool off sowhere else," Lin Fan waved dismissively, not caring to exchange further words with his ’peer.’
A re Inner Sect Disciple pretending to be important?
The only ones barely worth his notice were the True Disciples. And anyone below a True Disciple? He didn’t even feel like acknowledging them.
"How dare you!"
This cry of outrage did not co from Zhang He but from Emperor Renhe, who was furious.
"You, a new and ignorant junior disciple, dare to speak to the Immortal Master like that? Immortal Master, how unfortunate for the sect to have such a loathso student arise."
As the ruler of the Great Zhou Dynasty and its highest power in the mortal world, even Emperor Renhe was left dumbfounded by Lin Fan’s behavior.
Just how foolish could one be to utter such words?
King Zhou Zhen stood silently aside, unwilling to say another word. There was no need to. The other party was digging his own grave, plunging straight into an unescapable abyss. No rescue seed possible anymore.
"You—" Zhang He pointed a trembling finger at Lin Fan. Though his Dao heart was calm, Lin Fan’s words thoroughly enraged him. Such audacity—absolutely intolerable!
Lin Fan said calmly, "You seem quite indignant. Understandable. Tell , which True Disciple do you follow?"
"True Void Peak, Senior Brother Xu Wushang," Zhang He replied, his tone shifting slightly. He had already resolved to subdue Lin Fan and bring him back to the sect for judgnt.
"Oh, so you’re Junior Brother to Little Xu?" Lin Fan remarked nonchalantly. "Even if your Senior Brother were here, he’d have to respectfully call Senior Brother. Yet here you are, making displeased. I’ll tell you one last ti: go sowhere else and stop obstructing ."
Zhang He was utterly infuriated.
This detestable individual!
Such arrogance even in the face of death!
Did he truly believe Zhang He would spare him just because they were from the sa sect?
"Immortal Master Zhang, how could you tolerate this? Such a junior dares to trample all over your dignity! I, as a gang leader, can no longer bear this." King Zhou Zhen spoke up for Zhang He, incensed on his behalf.
His anxiety was palpable.
What else was there to say?
Just act swiftly and suppress Lin Fan!
Why waste so many words? It was beyond comprehension.
Zhang He, hearing Lin Fan casually call his revered Senior Brother ’Little Xu,’ felt deeply humiliated. Without hesitation, he struck directly, channeling mana into a palm strike aid at Lin Fan.
Though he wouldn’t kill outright,
he intended to make Lin Fan cough up at least three pints of blood.
Bang!
The mana-laden palm strike collided with Lin Fan. Zhang He expected the younger man to be sent flying at any mont, yet sothing was clearly amiss.
That palm strike felt like hitting solid thunder.
Impressive in power yet utterly ineffective.
Raising his head, Zhang He stared at Lin Fan, bewildered as though he’d been shaken to his core.
Lin Fan glanced back at him. "Are you going to move aside or not?"
At these words, Zhang He gasped, disappearing with a whoosh only to reappear off to the side.
"I see now."
"You’re not a disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect. Instead, you’re relying on your overwhelming mana to act recklessly in the Great Zhou Dynasty."
"If I, Zhang He, cannot bring you down today, how could I ever continue to oversee the Imperial Court?"
As his words faded,
spiritual stones flew into the air one by one. Zhang He began forming intricate spells with his fingers.
"Chaos Sky Thousand Sword Formation!"
Spiritual stones aligned at the four corners of the grand hall, forming a powerful array. Then, a single longsword flew into the array with a swoosh. In an instant, the formation activated, filling the air with a dense network of floating swords.
"Attack."
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
The countless swords surged forward, headed straight for Lin Fan.
Clink! Clank!
Lightning-like flashes illuminated the scene.
One sword after another shattered into fragnts, disintegrating into ash that scattered in the air.
Zhang He’s face grew increasingly grim. He hadn’t anticipated his opponent’s mana to be this astounding—standing impervious even under the assault of the sword formation, without circulating any mana in defense.
How could this be?
What type of body refinent technique had this man cultivated to achieve such physical invincibility?
Crack!
Suddenly,
a crisp sound broke the silence.
"My high-grade magic sword..." Zhang He’s voice carried utter sorrow and anguish upon hearing the sound, akin to the shattering of his own spirit.
Even as a Golden Core cultivator, he was rely a poor man.
Owning a high-grade magic sword was already an incredibly fortunate achievent for him.
As for Spiritual Artifacts,
those were entirely out of reach for soone of his ans unless he encountered extraordinary fortune or unearthed a Spirit Vein. Only then might he afford one. At this mont, witnessing his magic sword shatter was heartbreaking.
Emperor Renhe and the others had already retreated to a safe distance.
In battles between cultivators, it was normal for collateral damage to occur.
As re mortals wielding authority, if they were to die amidst this fight, it would be an unparalleled calamity.
However, Zhang He had already co to understand.
His current cultivation level was likely far from enough to match the opponent.
Just then,
a thunderous voice echoed from afar.
"Who dares battle my Senior Brother? Senior Brother, fear not, I’m coming to assist you."
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