In the end, it was from the Glazed Glass Trading House that so news finally ca.
"Don’t worry, Alchemist Lu— none of our people from Platinum Immortal City suffered irreversible wounds."
Liu Yun smiled as he poured spirit tea for Lu Chang’sheng.
Thanks to the backing of the Trading House, he wasn’t the least bit worried about the conflict— in fact, he was hoping it would get even fiercer.
The fiercer it got, the better business would be for the Trading House, which also ant his own performance would rise.
Lately, upper managent had been setting higher and higher demands for their results.
"As far as I know, among the Foundation Establishnt cultivators from Platinum Immortal City, only the Gu Family Patriarch and Zeng Family Patriarch were present. The Gu Family Patriarch has a special status and didn’t make a move, while the Zeng Family Patriarch did, but luck favored him, so he didn’t suffer any serious injury."
Lu Chang’sheng let out a sigh of relief.
To be honest, the Gu Family Patriarch was really a disciple of the Supre Profound Sect, so of course it was hard for him to get directly involved, or if he did, he must’ve hidden it very well.
As long as no one noticed, there probably wouldn’t be any issues.
And even if the Gu Family Patriarch did suffer an irreversible wound, he wouldn’t go "mad"—unless he really wanted to cut off his own path to the Supre Profound Sect.
But just as Lu Chang’sheng thought Platinum Immortal City would remain peaceful, an enormous incident shattered that notion.
Because he’d been worried that "the situation might change drastically," and that so Foundation Establishnt cultivator on the verge of death might "lose control," Lu Chang’sheng didn’t return to the Mountain Gate. Instead, he stayed at the Lu Mansion.
Unexpectedly, the very next day, a deafening roar thundered from the direction of the Mountain Gate.
The spiritual power in the air turned noticeably chaotic.
Shocked, he leapt out from the cultivation room, scaled the rooftop, and looked toward where the spiritual qi fluctuations were strongest. In the distance, a brilliantly flaming cloud blazed, only to be scattered monts later by the wild surges of spiritual power.
Soon, the blazing cloud turned into dark clouds, as if sothing had polluted the sky itself.
Soone’s fighting with magic over by the Mountain Gate!
Lu Chang’sheng instantly made a guess in his mind.
And whoever was fighting had a cultivation level definitely not below Foundation Establishnt.
"That direction is where the Mountain Gate of White Cloud Cave Mansion is—in all likelihood, one of the fighters is Master Baiyun!"
White Cloud Cave Mansion only had Master Baiyun as a major Foundation Establishnt cultivator.
Still, Lu Chang’sheng wasn’t sure. By rights, Master Baiyun was a second-rank Alchemist, and his Immortal Techniques involved several Fire Techniques.
But the spiritual power rippling from afar carried a faint hint of coldness.
"Good thing I didn’t go back to the Mountain Gate, otherwise the outco would be impossible to predict!"
The range of a Foundation Establishnt cultivator’s battle ripples was far greater than that of late-stage Qi Cultivation cultivators; one careless move and you’d be caught up in it.
"I really have no idea what’s happening over there!"
Lu Chang’sheng couldn’t help but worry.
If the Supre Profound Sect was behind this, would he, as a disciple of White Cloud Cave Mansion, be implicated?
A fragrant breeze swept by.
Li Nangua landed beside him, saw the worry on his face, and said nothing—she just squeezed his hand gently.
It had all happened so suddenly; they hadn’t been prepared at all. Even escaping in advance was impossible now.
If it really was the Supre Profound Sect and the Gu Family making their move, those people would have planned everything out already—running now was too late.
Luckily, as ti ticked by, Lu Chang’sheng’s nerves gradually eased.
No one had co for him yet, which proved that those targeting White Cloud Cave Mansion weren’t interested in him as an Alchemist.
Still, Lu Chang’sheng cautiously arranged for himself and Li Nangua to leave the city and temporarily settle in Little Cold Valley.
They’d wait until things cald down before returning to the city.
The next day, Platinum Immortal City was still shrouded in the gloom of Foundation Establishnt cultivators clashing.
It had been years—no, decades—since anything so terrifying had occurred; normally, Foundation Establishnt cultivators were distinguished figures, almost never fighting inside Immortal City territory.
If soone did make a move, it ant sothing major had happened.
Sure enough, it wasn’t long before shocking news spread—Master Baiyun had been killed.
"What the—"
In Qingfeng Building, Lu Chang’sheng and Fang Yuan, along with other late-stage Qi Cultivation cultivators, were utterly stunned when they heard the news.
"Are you sure you heard right?"
Fang Yuan’s expression turned grim, staring at the ssenger.
The ssenger wasn’t a Fang Family mber, but a servant from White Cloud Pharmacy, sent over by order of Steward Mo.
Fang Yuan’s deanor made the servant a little flustered.
She cursed inwardly—if she hadn’t wanted those extra spirit stones, why would she have ever agreed to bring the ssage?
Don’t judge her by her status as a servant; with her looks, she’d managed to latch onto a D-rank Alchemist. That gave her so protection—within the rules, she didn’t have to always cater to Steward Mo.
Thankfully, this was when Lu Chang’sheng finally spoke up.
"She wouldn’t dare to lie to us. A matter like this won’t stay secret for long anyway."
"That’s exactly right, Alchemist Lu!" the servant quickly agreed.
Lu Chang’sheng waved his hand, signaling she could leave. Once she was gone, Fang Yuan sighed, "I don’t get it, I really can’t understand it. Why would the Supre Profound Sect target Master Baiyun first?"
Just a few days ago, he’d sworn to Lu Chang’sheng that, given Master Baiyun’s strength and status, nothing could possibly happen to him.
Now, barely two days had passed and he’d been proven completely wrong.
"Maybe there’s sothing more happening behind the scenes."
The others tried to analyze.
"Let’s just wait a few days and see," Lu Chang’sheng felt a headache coming on. Master Baiyun was the soul of White Cloud Cave Mansion; now that the Supre Profound Sect had killed him, could White Cloud Cave Mansion even survive?
For the next few days, all of Platinum Immortal City was plunged into a strange, unnerving calm.
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