Chapter 738 Eight Peaks Meeting

The main gate of the Wanxiang Sect.

The space inside the Wanxiang True Form Array is vast and broad, like a new world.

There were no ordinary mountains, rivers, or palaces here, but rather a vast expanse of cloud ruins, enclosed in all directions by a cloud-engraved boundary wall.

This wall is neither stone nor jade, but rather chaotic mica, tempered by the spirit of the earth's veins and sculpted by the winds of heaven, condensed into a translucent crystalline membrane. A variety of cloud patterns naturally flow across it, resembling the orbits of stars in the celestial sphere or the maxims of the great Dao. It constantly inhales and exhales pure innate energy, and its radiance flows endlessly.

Within the wall of clouds, a vast sea of ​​clouds surged like a boil, its color far from pure white. In the morning, it was a golden brocade, in the evening, it transformed into a dangling purple mist. Sometimes it was as clear as the blue sky, sometimes it was a dark blue filled with thunder. In the swirling mist, the nine spiritual vortices could be seen arising and disappearing, swallowing and discharging primordial essence, nourishing all things.

When the cultivator's consciousness entered the core of the formation and knocked on the wall of the cloud seal boundary, a wonderful image appeared and formed a cloud body clone.

At this moment, the eight cultivators representing the eight main peaks have all used their spiritual consciousness to form a formation, forming eight cloud clones and gathering together.

The cloud body clones each sat cross-legged on a cloud-like cushion, the first one being Wei Ji.

He looked like a middle-aged man in his forties, with straight features, flat brows, and a nose that was neither high nor low. He was completely unremarkable, the type who would disappear instantly in a crowd.

His skin was a light wheat color that had not been exposed to strong sunlight for many years, like a riverbed stone polished smooth by flowing water.

Its pupils are extremely dark, almost pure black. When it looks at people, its gaze is calm and distant, as if it is observing everything in the world through a transparent glass barrier, with very few emotions.

He glanced around and spoke slowly, "I've summoned everyone to form a divine consciousness formation to discuss the affairs of White Paper Immortal City."

Before Wei Ji finished speaking, a giant cloud figure on his right laughed out loud, "We should have discussed this long ago! The White Paper Immortal City should have been in the hands of the Wanxiang Sect long ago."

"As long as Wen Ruanyu, that brat, gives in, we can officially intervene in Baizhi Xiancheng."

"Now it's stuck on him!"

"As a disciple of my sect, he actually refused to cooperate. It's really infuriating."

The one who spoke was Tuoba Huang.

This man is the master of the Myriad Beasts Peak. He is as burly as a mountain, nearly ten feet tall, with muscles as twisted as the roots of an old tree, full of explosive primitive power.

His skin was a bronze tan from years of exposure to the sun.

The thick black hair like a lion's mane grew wildly, almost covering half of his face, adding to his wildness.

Its features were as sharp as if chopped by a knife or an axe. A ferocious claw mark slashed diagonally from the left corner of its forehead to the right cheek, running across the bridge of its nose. Its eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, carrying the natural intimidation and arrogance of a king of beasts. Its gleaming light was so intense that it frightened anyone to look directly at it.

Tuoba Huang's words were immediately refuted by others.

"Master Tuoba, the bones of a Confucian scholar are harder than cold pond black iron. How can such a mighty force break them? Wen Ruonyu has guarded the isolated city of White Paper for decades, educating the barbarians with his benevolence. His blood is still cold, and his way is still extinguished. For him, the words benevolence and righteousness are the pillars of his destiny, the backbone that connects him to the heavens. To force him to break his benevolent bones and submit... is as difficult as ascending to heaven."

The person who spoke shook his head slowly, a few strands of hair stained with the scent of ink fell on his cheeks, and his sleeves moved without wind, as if the pages of a book were being gently turned by an invisible hand.

His body is as thin as a bamboo, and his skin is cold and pale, as if he has not seen the sun for years.

When he refuted Tuoba Huang, his eyes were half closed and half open, as if he was half asleep, and his pupils were dilated as if covered with gray mist.

It was Lu Zhenshu, the master of Fuyao Peak.

For a moment, many people cast their eyes towards Lu Zhenshu, all with a hint of strangeness in their eyes.

Lu Zhenshu rarely spoke in meetings like this, and his presence was always low. However, considering that Wen Ruanyu was a Confucian cultivator, and Lu Zhenshu had always had a good impression of Confucian cultivators, it was reasonable for him to speak out and refute her at this time.

"Hmph! Benevolence and righteousness? Kindness? That's nothing but womanly kindness!" Tuoba Huang's angry snort was like thunder out of the blue, while he glared at Lu Zhenshu.

"Wen Ruanyu is only a Jindan. Even if she is a true disciple, can she disobey our orders? This is simply outrageous!"

This was what annoyed Tuoba Huang the most.

He was of a rough temperament. At his command, thousands of pets would rush and fight, overwhelming the enemy like a tide.

He always makes decisions on his own and hates subordinates who are undisciplined the most.

At this moment, another voice interrupted: "Benevolence and righteousness? Integrity?"

The corners of the speaker's lips curled up in a cold and playful arc. His voice was not loud, but it had a strange penetrating power: "It's all because the price hasn't been paid yet."

"From what I can see, Wenruanyu is not a stubborn stone, but a precious jade... waiting to be valued."

"Their so-called 'boycott' is nothing more than waiting for our sect to offer a high price."

"Even a stone can nod under a large sum of money, let alone a soft jade."

The person who spoke smiled disdainfully.

He has a handsome face and smiling eyes, like an elegant scholar. He is Meng Wuyan, the deputy master of Zilei Peak.

Meng Wuyan changed the subject: "However, this jade is not the only concern. Even if Wen Ruanyu surrenders, what about the group of sour scholars behind her who always huddle together for warmth?"

"This group of people," Meng Wuyan said in a low voice, "although they are only in the middle level, they are like a centipede, with a complex network of roots and roots! If this incident causes them to mourn the loss of the rabbit and the fox, and they join forces in anger to resist... I'm afraid the daily affairs of the peaks will be thrown into chaos!"

His purple eyes suddenly became sharp, and he spoke each word with a pause, his voice no longer frivolous. "Especially, Mr. Duanmu Zhang."

"He is from Huazhang Country and is one of the country's most renowned scholars. Originally, he wanted to join the officialdom of Feiyun Country. In the end, it took the previous sect leader's repeated and sincere invitations for him to join the Wanxiang Sect."

"He is not just a Confucian scholar, but also a banner, a bond that connects the Huazhang Nation! If we anger this old man, it will not only shake the Confucian sentiment within the sect, but may also lead to a change in the attitude of the Huazhang Nation..."

Meng Wuyan's words caused everyone in the room to fall silent.

They all realized that they had to be cautious in dealing with Confucian cultivators, especially the great Confucian Duanmu Zhang. If they were not careful, it could lead to huge losses and have a negative impact on the overall situation of the Wanxiang Sect.

Under such circumstances, Ling Juejian, the current Jianming Peak Master, suddenly spoke up: "Although the Confucian cultivators in our sect are closely united, they are not without flaws."

"Have you forgotten... In the deepest part of the Cloud Prison, there is a prisoner named Qin De?"

"This man has long been nailed to the Confucian sect's pillar of shame. To control this beast is to control the most painful nerve of Duanmu Zhang and even the entire Confucian cultivation group!"

"Using Qin De, controlling the sect's Confucian cultivators, and dampening their arrogance, there's great potential. There's even the possibility of making Duanmu Zhang bow his head and cooperate with us."

Ling Juejian looked like a middle-aged man, with a body as thin as a sword. Although he was sitting, his back was straight as if it could pierce the sky.

His cheekbones were high, his eye sockets deep, his eyes like quenched cold stars, constantly emitting scorching ambition and scrutiny. His thin lips were pressed into a line, giving him a cold and harsh look.

As a swordsman, his words and actions are consistent. When dealing with problems, he takes an unconventional approach, directly targeting the enemy's weaknesses, and his approach is extremely sharp.

Meng Wuyan fell into deep thought, but Tuoba Huang shouted angrily, "Enough, enough."

"So many twists and turns! So nagging! It gives me a splitting headache!"

He waved his giant palm, as if to dispel all the schemes before him, and his irritable aura burst out: "Deal with Wen Ruanyu? Deal with a bunch of sour Confucian scholars? Going to the Cloud Prison to get a rotten demonic Confucian scholar to use as a bargaining chip? I, Tuoba Huang, have never been so fussy in my work!"

“How long will this take?”

"I'm telling you the truth. My ancestor's birthday is just around the corner! The White Paper Fairy City is a perfect gift for celebrating his birthday. I, Tuoba Huang, must capture this fairy city before the Feiyun Conference ends."

He paused deliberately, his huge head raised, his face thick with flesh, and he glanced around: "Who objects?"

Everyone fell silent again.

Patriarch Tuoba was one of the most influential figures in the Wanxiang Sect, a powerful figure at the level of Divine Transformation. His individual combat power alone could influence an entire cultivation nation.

Pa pa pa.

A series of clear high-fives broke the silence.

The cloud-body clone of Danxia Peak Master Wang Yu sat upright on the cloud, clapping his hands in praise, "Peak Master Tuoba is swift and decisive, his aura swallowing mountains and rivers! Ancestor Tuoba is our pillar of the universe. His birthday should be celebrated with such a grand gift as the White Paper Immortal City, which will only demonstrate the great prestige of our sect!"

"We will also take advantage of the Feiyun Conference, a gathering of world attention, to bring this city under our control. This will kill two birds with one stone and spread our sect's name far and wide! With such ambition and plans, everyone on Danxia Peak will give their full support!"

These words flattered Tuoba Huang, who was now irritated. His beard rose slightly, his red eyes filled with satisfaction, and he nodded slightly towards Wang Yu.

Wang Yu's smile remained unchanged, but his words were like the opening and closing of a furnace, introducing a new opportunity: "Then——"

"White Paper Fairy City is located in the dark and humid swamp, right between the coveted Feiyun and Beifeng nations. It serves as an unspoken buffer between the two countries, and also as a weight for a delicate balance."

"If our sect brazenly seizes and destroys the Silence... the North Wind Nation's heroic Wolf Master will instantly raise the banner of 'Defending the Way and Rectifying the Name,' and a hundred thousand black-armored warriors will crush the swamp! Then, our sect will face the wrath of an entire nation!"

"Even if Beifeng holds back his troops, how will the Feiyun royal family maintain its dignity? They will question, sanction, and even block our trade routes and even our spiritual veins..."

Wang Yu looked at Tuoba Huang, whose face was now as gloomy as iron.

Wang Yu's voice was gentle, but every word carried weight: "Ancestor's birthday is probably not an auspicious time for bloodshed and war, nor is it a good opportunity to make the whole world your enemy."

Wang Yu is worthy of being the master of Danxia Peak!

Just a moment ago, Tuoba Huang used his own ancestor in the God Transformation Stage to put pressure on him, but now with Wang Yu's words, he used Tuoba ancestor to deal with Tuoba Huang.

Tuoba Huang's throat rolled, his whole body was boiling with anger, but he had no words to say. Only a muffled groan echoed in the clouds, causing ripples in the air.

Wang Yu's smile remained warm as he looked around: "If you want to get the white paper, you can go around the city walls and chisel it. It's better to knock on the middle gate directly."

His voice was clear and bright, like a spring clearing away the clouds, as he expounded on his point of view: "The real key to this situation is not Wen Ruonyu's toughness, but - Zhuxie Hall Master Zhong Dao!"

"Zhong Dao?" Everyone was puzzled.

The first one to react was Meng Wuyan. A gleam of insight suddenly flashed in his enchanting purple eyes, like a sudden flash of purple lightning in the dark night!

"Wenruanyu's bones are tied to Duanmu Zhang's power; Qin De's body is imprisoned in the cloud prison! These two lines intersect, and the hub is in Zhuxie Hall!" Wang Yu's speech speed gradually increased, like pearls and jade falling on a plate, and his logic was clear.

"At this moment, Yang Sanyan is replacing Wenruanyubaizhixiancheng. If we can convince Zhong Dao, then Yang Sanyan, as a capable general of Zhuxietang, can immediately serve as our sect's vanguard and intervene in the city affairs!"

"Qin De, the 'shame of Confucianism', can also become a sharp sword in my hand, hanging over the heads of Duanmu Zhang and even the Confucian scholars, making them worry a lot. How can Wen Ruonyu not bow her head?!"

Wang Yu concluded, "With Zhong Dao, we now have Yang Sanyan as our sword and Wen Ruanyu as our escort. The White Paper Fairy City project can be accomplished."

After he finished speaking, he bowed slightly, his cloud robe flowing with red clouds, his demeanor calm and harmonious, showing his ability to judge people, as well as the foresight and deep planning of the master of a peak.

Flowing silently among the sea of ​​clouds.

Although Wang Yu took a step further by relying on the foundation laid by his predecessors, this strategy was indeed like a breeze that cleared away the fog. Even in the depths of Ling Juejian's icy eyes, a barely perceptible glimmer of recognition flashed across his face.

Wei Ji sat upright in the head seat, his figure as steady as a mountain beneath his coarse linen robe. His dark pupils turned towards Wang Yu, his voice still calm and composed, "Peak Master Wang's strategy is mature and prudent, and he will act only after careful consideration. Peak Masters, do you have any objections?"

Words are like stones thrown into a deep pool, creating ripples.

"I second the motion." Ling Juejian spoke first, his voice still cold.

Tuoba Huang's expression changed constantly, and finally he snorted a hot breath from his nostrils: "Hmph!"

Although he was filled with reluctance, he also knew that Wang Yu's words hit the nail on the head, and the overall situation of the ancestor's birthday was of paramount importance, so he could only say in a muffled voice: "Follow this method and act quickly!"

He stared at Wang Yu with burning eyes, the meaning of which was self-evident - if this plan succeeds, the credit will go to you; if it fails, Danxia Peak will be to blame!

Wang Yu nodded with a smile, looking confident, and was completely unaware of the threat in Tuoba Huang's eyes.

Everyone's eyes moved around, and they all chose to pass over Meng Wuyan.

The deputy peak master of Zilei Peak was born into a demonic family and was looked down upon by everyone present.

Everyone looked at Lu Zhenshu, the master of Fuyao Peak, and saw that his eyes were drooping, holding a jade slip in one hand and supporting his head with the other. He seemed to be neither asleep nor awake, his mind wandering in the sky.

"Master Lu Feng?" Wei Ji's voice was filled with a subtle hint of helplessness. "Stop reading."

"Hmm?" Lu Zhenshu looked up blankly, as if waking from a dream. "Everyone... have you reached an agreement?"

Wei Ji explained the current situation, and Lu Zhenshu waved his hand, his expression carefree and relaxed: "Very good, very good, I'll prescribe the medicine according to this prescription."

Seeing that he agreed, everyone turned their attention to another person.

This female cultivator was Heng Zifang, the head of Baicao Peak. She participated in the entire process but remained silent.

She was a simple, elegant woman, with downcast eyebrows and lips as pale as young cherry blossoms. She had two strange pupils—the left one was as green as an ancient leaf in a deep pool, the right one shone with amber honey.

Feeling the gaze fixed on her, she finally raised her eyelids, her voice as clear and ethereal as a mountain spring: "Bai Cao Peak only cares about the growth and decline of spiritual plants, and does not meddle in the affairs of the Immortal City. Peak Masters, please do as you please."

Wei Ji's gaze swept over the crowd, who now had no objections. He tapped his knuckles lightly on the jade ruler he held loosely, and uttered a low, firm voice, "Since that's the case, we'll follow Master Wang Feng's advice and focus on Zhong Dao. Summon—Master Zhuxie—to the battle formation to discuss matters."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone suddenly stopped him: "Wait!"

(End of this chapter)