txolops Chapter 192 The Three Great Cultivators of Tiannan! Mu Lan's Betting Battle!
Chapter 192 The Three Great Cultivators of Tiannan! Mu Lan's Betting Battle!
Wei Wuyai nodded, no longer beating around the bush, his expression turning serious:
"Fellow Daoist Lin, the reason I invited you here is twofold: first, to inform you of the current situation, and second, to hope that you will continue to provide strong support in the upcoming great battle that will determine the survival of Tiannan. The Mulan people have come in full force, determined to win. With the arrival of three great Divine Masters and the assistance of strange external forces, our Nine Kingdoms Alliance, or any one of them alone, will find it extremely difficult to withstand them. Only through the concerted efforts of the entire Tiannan cultivation community can we overcome this calamity."
Lin Chuan had already anticipated this, and calmly said, "As a cultivator from Tiannan, I will naturally do my best. However, Huangfeng Valley's sect is small, and the number of disciples is increasing daily. If we want to ensure the orderly continuation of our lineage, we need more spiritual veins for development. If we win this battle, shouldn't we consider the contributions of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance and all parties in Tiannan to Huangfeng Valley?"
His words were blunt, yet reasonable.
Those who risk their lives naturally expect to gain something in return. Especially after a major battle that affects the overall situation, a redistribution of spheres of influence is almost inevitable.
Upon hearing this, Wei Wuyai showed no displeasure; instead, his smile became even more genuine. He wasn't afraid of you setting conditions; he was afraid of you having no desires whatsoever. He immediately stated his position:
"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist Lin, if we can defeat the Mulan people in this battle, our Nine Kingdoms Alliance will be the first to support your expansion of your sect and your acquisition of a better spiritual vein, and we will also persuade the other two."
This was the initial promise. Lin Chuan nodded and said no more. Specific details would naturally be determined after the battle based on merits earned.
Three days later, an even larger meeting was held in the "Tian Ce Hall," the largest hall in the central area of Tianyi City. This time, it was a high-level pre-battle meeting with the participation of the four major powers.
Those who can enter this hall must be at least at the Nascent Soul stage.
When Lin Chuan entered the hall, nearly thirty Nascent Soul cultivators had already gathered inside.
Most of them were in the early stages of the Nascent Soul realm, chatting in twos and threes in a solemn atmosphere.
Lin Chuan's appearance.
It immediately attracted a lot of attention.
Soon, familiar or acquaintances of the cultivators came forward to greet them.
Among them were several elders from the Nine Kingdoms Alliance, as well as some Nascent Soul cultivators from the Righteous Path Alliance and the Heavenly Path Alliance. Lin Chuan responded calmly to each of them, neither overly enthusiastic nor impolite.
Soon after, a slight commotion arose at the entrance of the palace, and several people entered one after another, attracting varying degrees of attention. However, none of them caused as much of a sensation as Lin Chuan had on that day.
Dongmen Tu, the Grand Elder of the Demonic Spirit Control Sect, is at the peak of the mid-Nascent Soul stage and has a sinister face.
The famous Nascent Soul stage cultivator, Old Demon Yunlu, of the Hehuan Sect of the Demonic Path, appears to be a handsome young man, but his eyes gleam with an evil light, and wherever he goes, there is a faint, sweet fragrance.
The Soul-Shattering True Man of the Ghost Spirit Sect, dressed in a black robe, exudes a chilling aura. It is said that his soul-refining divine power is extremely vicious.
Next to enter was a couple of Daoists, hand in hand. The man had an ordinary appearance but a calm demeanor, while the woman was exceptionally beautiful but had a frosty expression. They were Long Han and Feng Bing from the Heavenly Dao Alliance.
Both were at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, but with a set of incredibly profound combined attack techniques, they were able to contend with a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator when they joined forces, making them the pillars of the Heavenly Dao Alliance.
Finally, when everyone had arrived, the small door at the back of the main hall opened, and three figures slowly walked out.
The moment these three appeared, all conversations in the hall vanished instantly, and an invisible, immense pressure spread out.
Everyone, including Dongmen Tu, Yunlu, Long Hanfengbing and other mid-stage Nascent Soul experts, became extremely solemn.
These three are the true pinnacle of the cultivation world in Tiannan, ancient monsters who have lived for countless years, and three great cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage!
The man on the left, dressed as a scholar in green robes, was none other than Wei Wuyai of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance, whom Lin Chuan had met before.
The man in the middle, dressed in a Bagua Taoist robe and wearing a purple-gold crown, with a serene and ancient face, is the oldest of the three factions, the Righteous Path Alliance Master Zhiyang.
The man on the right was a burly man in black robes with a ferocious appearance, eyes like copper bells, a wide mouth and a lion's nose, and an aura of terrifying menace emanating from him.
This person was none other than the Grand Elder of the Hehuan Sect, the number one sect in the demonic path, the Old Demon of Hehuan.
The three of them walked slowly to the front of the main hall and stopped side by side.
Standing in the middle, the Old Demon of Hehuan coldly swept across the entire scene with his huge, copper-bell-like eyes. Every cultivator touched by his gaze felt a chill run down their spine.
"I suppose there's no need to introduce who the three of us are," the Old Demon of Hehuan said, his voice as cold as metal scraping against metal.
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"Even if some of you didn't recognize the three of us before, you should now. This battle against the Mulan people will be jointly led by the three of us. Does anyone have any objections?"
Before he finished speaking, a terrifying aura, as majestic as a mountain and as deep as an abyss, suddenly rose from his body, faintly connecting with Wei Wuyai and Master Zhiyang beside him, enveloping the entire Tian Ce Palace.
Under such power, even a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator felt a slight difficulty breathing.
For a moment, the entire hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone, including the proud and arrogant Yun Suihun Zhenren and Dongmen Tu, lowered their heads slightly, tacitly acknowledging the words of the Hehuan Old Demon and the leadership of the three great cultivators.
"Alright." The Old Demon of Hehuan withdrew some of his aura, but his voice remained cold and hard. "Since there are no objections, let's not waste any more words. In fact, there's no time for idle chatter."
He paused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and uttered a piece of news that made everyone's faces turn pale:
"This very morning, the Muran people sent an envoy with a declaration of war. They said that if we do not agree to their terms, we will fight to the death at the border in seven days!"
"A challenge?"
"Seven days later?"
"What conditions? What conditions did they propose?"
A suppressed gasp and whispers immediately filled the hall. Nearly thirty Nascent Soul cultivators, no matter how composed they were on ordinary days, all showed expressions of shock and solemnity at this moment.
"Brother Yi's words are true; this is their challenge. Fellow Daoists, please take a look first, and then we can discuss our strategy. Although the great battle is coming sooner than we expected, with the supernatural abilities of everyone here, do you really think you're afraid of the Mulan people?" The Daoist carrying the sword chuckled and said calmly.
Although his voice was not loud, it was like a gentle breeze to everyone present, instantly bringing a sense of coolness and calming them down.
The other cultivators were startled, and the commotion immediately subsided, but someone muttered something under their breath.
"The Tranquility Technique of the Tai Zhen Sect is indeed quite effective."
Hearing these seemingly unconvinced words, the middle-aged Taoist priest acted as if he hadn't heard them. Instead, he pulled out a bright red jade slip from his robe, casually tossed it to an elderly man in a gray robe opposite him, and said with a smile:
"This is the challenge from the Mulan people. Please take a look, fellow Daoist."
After a moment of surprise, the old man silently held the jade slip in his hands, scanned its contents with his divine sense, and his expression suddenly darkened.
Then, with a cold expression, he threw the jade slip directly to the person beside him.
The man took the jade slip and curiously examined it with his mind; his expression also turned ugly.
Before long, the entire jade slip had been circulated and read, and everyone's expression was rather unpleasant. One or two people even couldn't help but let out a cold snort after reading it.
Lin Chuan, on the other hand, reacted calmly.
As a time traveler, he naturally already knew this.
The Muran people would use prisoners of war as hostages.
They forced Tiannan and Mulan to engage in a high-level cultivator's wager.
"Fellow Daoists, now that you've read the challenge, what are your thoughts?" asked the Supreme Master of the Tai Zhen Sect with a half-smile.
"Such arrogance. They want us to cede half of Tiannan to them. Do they think they've already won?" A man in a brocade robe with a sinister expression said coldly.
"That's right. They think we don't know that as long as we give up a little land, we can turn hostility into friendship. They think we don't know that the Mulan people are just stray dogs now. I'm afraid we don't even need to fight them to the death; we can just drag it out little by little and slowly wear them down."
Another fat, big-eared old man said with a cunning look on his face.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, what do you mean by that? Is it because your Thousand Illusions Sect is deep in the south of the heavens, so you don't care about the lives of us sects? Of course, your Thousand Illusions Sect doesn't care about a protracted war. But what about the foundation of our sect?" A dark-skinned burly man sitting next to the fat old man said with an unfriendly expression.
"I'm doing this for everyone's sake. A sect can be rebuilt, but people can't be brought back to life once they're dead."
The fat old man said calmly.
"Hmph! You make it sound so easy. If our countries were abandoned, why would we cultivators stand in the way of your demonic army? We might as well move our entire sect to your Tianluo Kingdom, then not a single person would die." Another person said coldly.