When the Fire Phoenix Clan was being coerced by Shen Zhao into holding a tea party they were unwilling to attend.
Five thousand miles away from Qifeng Mountain, Lishan Sect was struck by an unprecedented catastrophe.
Linghu Ming felt increasingly guilty for failing to take good care of Su Yunying that day, which almost led to her falling into an abyss. He had been planning to find an opportunity to make amends.
Upon learning this, Liang Hao immediately suggested raiding the Lishan Sect's stronghold as an apology to Su Yunying.
So, the two old men, together, stormed up the Lishan Sect.
They trekked through mountains and rivers, enduring countless hardships. When thirsty, they drank the spiritual spring water they carried with them; when hungry, they ate the priceless flesh of Xuanxu Realm demonic beasts; and when tired, they rested at the most expensive restaurants nearby.
After two days of indulging in extravagance and debauchery along the way, we finally arrived at our ideal holy land – Lishan.
Then……
That’s all.
Liang Hao single-handedly swept through the entire sect, beating everyone in the sect until they cried for their fathers and mothers. Even the sect leader died on the spot in the Northwest after being struck by his Dragon Fang Pestle.
At this moment, Liang Hao was standing high on the ancestral tomb of the Lishan Sect, looking at the storage bags and scattered spiritual herbs and treasures all over the ground, feeling full of pride and high spirits.
"This ancestral grave is the only one left to be dug up. Once the remains are unearthed, throw them into the sea. If all else fails, send them to the Great Zhou for auction."
These old bones could probably fetch a good price, and if that doesn't work, we could hold a free purchase event so everyone can participate and have fun!
Linghu Ming: "Brother Liang, according to the usual practice of the Daoist sect, shouldn't we leave the needle and thread behind and take everything else with us?"
"no!"
Liang Hao rejected it outright.
"Not a single thread can be missed!"
"This seems a bit excessive. What would we do with every single stitch?"
I recall a self-proclaimed master of extortion, the founder of the "Exploding Heaven Gang," a man surnamed Xu, once saying, "I will never take a single needle or thread from the masses, because that's the bottom line of my high standards."
"That's because the environment is different now," Liang Hao said seriously. "In the past, wall hangings were scarce."
In the current meta, cheaters either kill a god to boost their party in the first three steps of the game, or sleep with their master's wife to grab attention (this is important).
Even at low ranks, their incredible maneuvers are impossible to defend against. We absolutely cannot give the enemy any chance to make a comeback.
Do you think this stitch is a trivial matter? If you think so, you are sorely mistaken. Just imagine, what if an unawakened chosen one of destiny were to appear within the Lishan Sect?
Having witnessed what we have done today, they will surely plant a seed of hatred in their hearts, and when it grows, it will surely seek revenge against us.
Therefore, in order to prevent such human tragedies from happening as much as possible, we must ruthlessly nip any potential opportunities for growth in the bud.
This is the right thing to do.
Linghu Ming's face darkened: "Damn it, this is way too outrageous!"
I've never seen a chosen one from any other plane rise from the ashes by sheer willpower.
"Isn't it true that nine out of ten people rely on some kind of cheat code?"
"What if someone reads this story of a loser and gets inspired to create a character who started out making a fortune through needlework?"
I've already thought of a title: "Starting with Needlework, Reaching the Pinnacle of All Realms"—that's called being prepared for a rainy day.
"Thinking about it, it still seems a bit outrageous. But there's a problem right now: the Lishan Sect has too many spirit stones and treasures. What if we can't take them all with us?"
Liang Hao glanced at the tens of thousands of storage bags stuffed with supplies and could only sigh, "I should have asked my older brother for a storage ring."
That way, even ten times the amount of supplies could be loaded at once. The only option now is to call in more people to haul the supplies.
After saying that, he took out a cloud-piercing arrow.
"A single arrow pierces the clouds, and a thousand armies come to meet it."
Whoosh~
*Snap*
The arrow pierced the clouds and burst into a dazzling firework in the ninth layer of clouds.
"Once my army from the Court of Justice arrives, our influence will surely expand to the Southern Region. At that time, my elder brother will definitely praise me for my efficient work. In his joy, he might even bestow upon me a great fortune."
...
While Liang Hao and Linghu Ming were still waiting for the arrival of the Public Trial Council's army at Lishan Sect, a unique tea party was about to be held on Qifeng Mountain.
Inside the main hall, Shen Zhao, seated at the head of the table, was engrossed in playing with the tea set before him, completely ignoring the Fire Phoenix Clan members who had come to attend the tea party.
The clansmen who came to the tea party also did not take Shen Zhao seriously, and did not understand why he, an outsider, was allowed to sit in the seat of honor.
Of course, not everyone is stupid. For example, a family head surnamed Wang fell into deep thought after learning Shen Zhao's name.
The turmoil in the Northern Region was caused by Shen Zhao assisting the Empress of the Immortal Dynasty in regaining control of the Northern Region; the recent events surrounding the Dragon Han Palace Coup also seem to have been quelled by Shen Zhao and the Dragon Han Empress working together.
Whether the Shen Zhao in the head seat is the same person as the rumored Shen Zhao remains unknown.
In short, before you understand him thoroughly, it's best not to clash with Shen Zhao; listen to what he has to say first.
Half an hour later, Shen Zhao took out a pocket watch, glanced at the time, and then coughed lightly.
The tea room fell silent instantly.
Just as Shen Zhao was about to say a few opening remarks, another person walked in from outside.
"Patriarch Huang!"
In an instant, almost all the tribespeople stood up and bowed to the newcomers, their faces full of flattery.
The head of the Huang family is named Huang Qi, the wealthiest member of the Fire Phoenix Clan. His son, Huang Feng, is the most popular candidate for the young master of Qifeng Mountain.
Huang Qi greeted the group politely, but frowned when he saw that the young man in the lead remained unmoved.
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