“There won’t be any problems, rest assured.”
Zhangsun Fengye patted his chest, guaranteeing with confidence.
“Isn’t that the burial ground of the Misty Palace elders?”
Han Shan, feeling downcast, asked.
“Elder Ancient Spring was once the former Inner Disciple Elder of the Misty Palace. By seniority, I should address him as Great Granduncle. He lived a carefree life, pursuing fate. Before his death, he had already arranged his posthumous affairs, forbidding any interference from the Sacred Ground.”
“Therefore, for many years, the Misty Palace has respected Elder Ancient Spring’s decision and never actively sought out his final resting place. Since Miss Liu has obtained Elder Ancient Spring’s token, it must be fate.”
“I’m sure Elder Ancient Spring would be very pleased in the afterlife and wouldn’t hold any grudges.”
Zhangsun Fengye spoke slowly.
Chen Qingyuan and Han Shan exchanged glances, hesitating to speak.
To woo a girl, Zhangsun Fengye not only didn’t stop everyone from entering the ancient tomb but also planned to accompany them.
Such filial piety!
Great Granduncle, for the happiness of your descendants, we can only trouble you.
Besides, this was your own request. Now that Miss Liu has entered your resting place with the token, it can also be considered fate.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, Zhangsun Fengye specifically sent a sound transmission to the higher-ups of the Misty Palace, asking them not to interfere.
The Misty Palace is a top force in the Renling Star Domain, with many powerful figures in the Mahayana stage within it, naturally uninterested in the burial site of a former elder who had crossed the Tribulation Nine Realms.
With a simple greeting from Zhangsun Fengye, no matter how much commotion arose in the Wanxu Mountain Range, the Misty Palace would not make things difficult.
As for other forces, this is the territory of the Misty Palace, who would dare to join the excitement?
“Madman, you’re really something!” Chen Qingyuan gave Zhangsun Fengye a thumbs up, full of admiration. “If your Great Granduncle knew he had a descendant like you, he’d probably be so excited he’d climb out of his coffin.”
“Nonsense.”
Zhangsun Fengye turned to look out the window, indifferent to Chen Qingyuan’s sarcastic words.
The group planned to rest for a few days before heading to the Wanxu Mountain Range.
With Zhangsun Fengye accompanying them, Chen Qingyuan wasn’t worried about any danger. After all, the prohibitions and laws set by Elder Ancient Spring before his demise were surely the methods of the Misty Palace, and Zhangsun Fengye would definitely have a way to break them.
Even if they really encountered danger, Zhangsun Fengye, as the Holy Son of the Misty Palace, could just send a sound transmission to the Misty Palace and the problem would be solved instantly.
Meanwhile, in the Imperial Province.
The territory of the Imperial Province is vast, with countless Star Domains beneath it, too numerous to count.
The core area has nine regions, known as the Nine Realms of the Imperial Province, where countless powerful forces are rooted, occupying lands rich in Spiritual Qi.
The names of the Nine Realms are: Shanglin, Libing, Yundou, Luozhe, Weijie, Yuzhen, Jianglie, Qiqian, and Jingxing.
They correspond to the Taoist Nine Character Mantra: Lin Bing Dou Zhe, Jie Zhen Lie Qian Xing.
Lin Changsheng came from the Northern Wilderness, passed through countless Star Domains, and arrived at the Shanglin Dao Realm.
The concentration of Spiritual Qi here is far superior to the Northern Wilderness, up to ten times stronger.
Looking around, the vegetation is lush, and the scenery is beautiful.
With the memory of his inheritance, Lin Changsheng was not unfamiliar with this place and went straight to the gate of a mountain called Shangling Observatory.
Shangling Observatory, a top force in the Imperial Province, covers an extremely wide area, encompassing hundreds of thousands of miles.
A main hall floats among the clouds, surrounded by differently shaped halls, and thousands of immortal mountains float amidst the mist, with Spiritual Qi curling up, like a fairyland in a painting.
Shangling Observatory is rich in resources and has a profound foundation, with numerous top-quality Spirit Veins. Each Holy Lord possesses a peak Mahayana Cultivation Level, with terrifying strength.
Today, Lin Changsheng, dressed in a black robe, concealed his original aura and severed the causal traces with the Mystic Azure Sect of the Northern Wilderness.
He could not let the Mystic Azure Sect fall into danger and had to act cautiously.
“Who goes there?”
The dozens of guards at the gate of the Sacred Ground, all Body Fusion Realm cultivators. They are Inner Disciples who take turns on duty periodically, earning contribution points within the Sect to exchange for cultivation resources.
“Daoist Changsheng.”
Lin Changsheng’s voice was slightly hoarse as he reported a name.
With just a Daoist name, these top forces could not trace the location of the Mystic Azure Sect. If the forces of the Imperial Province were that powerful, they wouldn’t have allowed the Mystic Azure Sect to remain hidden for over a hundred thousand years.
“Which Sect’s Dao Friend are you? Do you have an invitation?”
The gatekeeping disciples naturally had to inquire carefully when an unfamiliar person visited.
“Mystic Azure, Daoist Changsheng.”
This time, Lin Changsheng added two words in front of his Daoist name.
Just these two words directly shook the Shangling Observatory.
The disciples guarding the gate didn’t understand and looked expressionless, but the gatekeeping Elder inside was not calm, his face showing panic and he hurriedly came out.
“Are you from Mystic Azure?”
The gatekeeping Elder wore a luxurious garment, with a few strands of white hair and a solemn expression, he asked loudly.
“Yes.” Lin Changsheng stood with his hands behind his back on the cloud, his presence extremely powerful.
“What brings you here?”
The gatekeeping Elder had already sent a sound transmission to the higher-ups.
“Collecting a debt.”
Lin Changsheng said coldly.
“Collecting a debt? What do you mean?” The gatekeeping Elder was puzzled for a moment, his face full of confusion.
“You’re not qualified to talk to me, have the higher-ups of Shangling Observatory come out.” Lin Changsheng didn’t want to waste words with a gatekeeping Elder, his time was precious, and he had many places to visit. “If the higher-ups of Shangling Observatory don’t show up within ten breaths, then I won’t be so amiable.”
Following that, Lin Changsheng closed his eyes to rest.
Before the Elder could speak, one of the gatekeeping disciples panicked, cursing loudly: “Daring to be presumptuous at our Shangling Observatory, are you seeking death?”
“Shut up!”
The gatekeeping Elder slapped the disciple, sending him flying dozens of meters away.
“Elder, what do you mean by this?”
The disciples were baffled, especially the one who had cursed.
The Elder had no intention of explaining, his face grave, and a trace of fear in the depths of his eyes.
This matter was not something he, an Elder, could handle. The slap that seemed like a lesson was actually saving the disciple’s life.
Any member of Mystic Azure who showed up was no weakling.
Offending such a top powerful figure, a mere Body Fusion Realm disciple would just be dead, and the Sect would not tear its face to seek revenge.
“Dao Friend from Mystic Azure, please come in for tea.”
Before ten breaths had passed, a voice filled with immense authority emanated from the depths of Shangling Observatory.
The speaker was the Holy Lord of Shangling Observatory.
His name was Luo Shurong.
The Holy Lord had intervened!
The gatekeeping Elder and disciples tensed up, their faces showing shock.
More and more people noticed the situation at the gate, drawn by the commotion to see what was happening.
“No need.” Lin Changsheng declined. “If Shangling Observatory doesn’t want to start a war with me, then hand over the money!”
“Shangling Observatory has never had a debt issue with Mystic Azure, where does this talk of repayment come from?”
Luo Shurong had not shown himself, but his voice echoed between heaven and earth.