The servants obeyed and led Xiao Feng and his companions into the mansion.

As Xiao Feng walked, he secretly marveled, "This Lingxiao Palace is indeed extraordinary, exuding an aura of immortals everywhere."

On the other side of the world, Gan Feng, following the orders of his master, came to the Ming Cult.

The Ming Cult was situated atop a majestic mountain peak, surrounded by swirling clouds and mist, resembling a fairyland.

However, the Ming Cult's gates were tightly closed, its imposing presence giving off an aura of inviolability.

Gan Feng stood in front of the gate, his heart filled with pride.

He raised his chin, his eyes flashing with disdain: "I am a disciple of the Immortal Sect, how dare you treat me like this? Open the door now!"

However, he was met with a barrage of angry curses from the Ming Cult gatekeepers.

The Ming Cult disciple guarding the gate sneered and shouted, "What kind of immortal sect disciple are you? Don't be so arrogant in front of our Ming Cult!"

Gan Feng's face flushed red, and his fists clenched tightly.

As a disciple of the immortal sect, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

The merciless insults from the Ming Cult's gatekeeper instantly ignited the anger in his heart.

Gan Feng felt a tightness in his chest, as if a fire was burning inside.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, yet he felt no pain whatsoever.

"Damn it! These bastards, how dare they treat me like this!" Gan Feng roared inwardly, his expression growing increasingly grim.

His eyes were wide open as he glared at these arrogant fools in front of him, his face flushed red, like a ripe tomato with veins bulging on his forehead.

"You bunch of ignorant bastards, how dare you humiliate me like this?" Gan Feng said through gritted teeth, his voice filled with suppressed anger: "If you don't give me an explanation today, I will make sure your Ming Cult is in turmoil!"

The gatekeeper sneered and retorted without any politeness: "Heh, what kind of damn immortal sect disciple are you? What are you trying to prove by pretending to be a big shot in front of my Ming Cult? If you know what's good for you, get lost, or don't blame us for being impolite!"

"Insolence!" Gan Feng roared, "You frogs in a well, do you know the status of my Immortal Sect in the cultivation world? How dare you insult my Immortal Sect like this? Are you tired of living?"

Seeing this, Gan Feng's fellow disciples quickly gathered around him, protecting him in the middle.

They glared angrily and joined in the verbal battle, chattering away.

"Exactly, you bunch of bumpkins don't know anything!"

"I think you need a good beating. Should your grandfathers teach you a lesson?"

"A bunch of frogs in a well, do they even deserve to be compared to our immortal sect?"

The two sides exchanged increasingly vulgar and offensive remarks, with all sorts of obscene language raining down on each other like arrows.

The atmosphere on the scene grew increasingly tense, with everyone rubbing their hands together, ready to fight, and the air thick with the smell of gunpowder.

Gan Feng stood in the center, his chest heaving violently. There was a reason why he had always looked down on this group of Ming Cult members; they were a bunch of bumpkins with absolutely no manners!

His hand was already on the hilt of the sword at his waist, ready to draw it at any moment.

We don't care if we fight the Ming Cult, we must uphold their prestige!

The heated shouting at the entrance of the Ming Cult quickly reached Wu Hai's ears, who was discussing important matters with the High Priest in a secret chamber.

A quick-thinking disciple, his face covered in sweat and panting, rushed into the secret room, interrupting the two's conversation.

"Report...Reporting to the Master!" The disciple knelt on the ground and hurriedly reported, "Something...something has happened at the gate! The people from the Immortal Sect have arrived and are clashing with our disciples!"

Wu Hai frowned, his originally cold and stern face instantly turning ashen, like the oppressive sky before a storm.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his grip on the teacup tightened unconsciously.

"Hmph, these bastards from the immortal sect really need to be taught a lesson!" Wu Hai snorted coldly, his tone full of anger.

Seeing this, the High Priest quickly advised, "Master, please calm down. Although the Immortal Sect is arrogant, it is still a powerful force. Our Ming Cult has only recently established itself and needs to bide our time. Why don't we first see what their true intentions are?"

Wu Hai sneered, a sly glint in his eyes: "The High Priest is right. Since they've come to us, let's give them a proper 'welcome'."

After saying this, Wu Hai stood up, straightened his robes, and walked out of the secret chamber.

The high priest followed closely behind, and the two arrived at the gate of the Ming Cult one after the other.

Gan Feng was standing at the door, looking arrogant and disdainful.

Wu Hai suppressed his anger, forced a smile, and cupped his hands in greeting to Gan Feng: "So it is an esteemed disciple of the Immortal Sect who has graced us with his presence. I apologize for not welcoming you sooner."

Upon hearing this, Gan Feng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile: "Poison Emperor, you are too kind. We have come to offer our condolences on our master's orders. I wonder if the Sect Leader has any free time?"

A glint of shrewdness flashed in Wu Hai's eyes as he thought to himself, "A gesture of condolence? I'm afraid it's for ulterior motives."

On the surface, he remained calm and smiled, saying, "The arrival of the immortal sect is an honor, and we should do our utmost to welcome you. Please follow me."

The group entered the Ming Cult's main hall in a grand procession. Wu Hai sat in the main seat, his gaze sweeping over Gan Feng and the others with sharp, piercing eyes.

Gan Feng stood below, neither humble nor arrogant, meeting Wu Hai's gaze.

Just as the two were talking, Gan Feng inadvertently glanced at the stone in his arms.

This seemingly ordinary white stone now gleamed with a faint black light.

Gan Feng was startled; it was just as his master had said!

Despite the turmoil raging within him, he remained outwardly calm and continued to maneuver around Wu Hai.

"Master Wu, my master asked me to deliver a message that the cultivation world has recently undergone drastic changes, and he hopes that your sect can stand with my immortal sect to overcome the difficulties together."

Gan Feng said with a smile, a sly glint in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Wu Hai sneered inwardly: "Ha, that sounds nice, but I'm afraid they have ulterior motives."

However, he remained expressionless and simply said, "Thank you for your kindness, Immortal Sect. Our Ming Cult will do our utmost to assist you."

Having discerned the colors of the stones, Gan Feng, seeing that his purpose had been achieved, rose to take his leave: "Poison Emperor, since I have delivered the sect's condolences, I will not linger any longer and will take my leave now."

Wu Hai nodded slightly and said, "In that case, I won't keep you any longer. High Priest, please see my guest out."

Gan Feng turned and left. After leaving the main hall, he quickened his pace. He absolutely could not stay in this place for long!

We must return to our sect as soon as possible and inform our master of this important information.

However, as Wu Hai watched Gan Feng's departing figure, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. He turned to the High Priest and whispered, "This man cannot be allowed to live. Go and kill him. If he brings today's events back to the Immortal Sect, our Ming Cult will likely be in big trouble."

When the high priest heard that Wu Hai was going to kill Gan Feng, his heart was filled with shock.

He hurriedly stepped forward and said urgently, "Master, this is absolutely unacceptable! The Immortal Sect is deeply rooted and extremely powerful. If we kill their disciples, the Immortal Sect will certainly not let it go and will definitely do everything in its power to target our Ming Cult. With our current strength, it is difficult to confront the Immortal Sect head-on. This would undoubtedly push the Ming Cult into an abyss of no return!"