Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Chapter 662: Chapter 42: Three Aspects_4 Chapter 662: Chapter 42: Three Aspects_4 The Golden Core female Cultivator whispered something into the white dragon’s ear before it quickly flew away.

She then flew over to everyone else, bowing respectfully and saying:

“Tianjing Prefecture’s Qin Fengyi pays her respects to all disciples of the Longevity Sect and Wanxiang Sect.”

She was beautiful, with exquisite makeup.

Despite being a Golden Core Craftsman, she didn’t give off any airs of arrogance.

Of course, this was mainly because in the presence of these two sects, even the royal family of Jin was somewhat inferior.

Although they had an Immortal Ascension cultivator, their numbers were still far fewer than these two sects.

Behind her, a Foundation Establishment female Cultivator and three other male Cultivators also bowed and showed their respects.

The Longevity Sect and Wanxiang Sect reciprocated without showing any disrespect.

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Seeing that all three parties involved in this inspection task were present, Zhao Feng subtly changed his expression and suddenly spoke up:

“Fellow cultivators, our master and the personal disciple of the Longevity Sect, Yuan Zhen, would like to speak with you…”

“Martial Uncle Xumi?”

“Personal disciple Yuan Zhen?”

Everyone was momentarily surprised by Zhao Feng’s words, but they quickly understood.

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Because the Southern Shoreline was almost lost due to a surprise attack by cultivators from both continents, the Longevity Sect and Wanxiang Sect, out of safety concerns, decided to combine their forces.

At present, both factions had made camp on the Fengyu Mountain.

This was because the top of Fengyu Mountain was the highest point along the Southern Shoreline of West Sea Country.

From the top of the mountain, a Golden Core Craftsman could see over half of the Southern Shoreline.

At once, everyone followed Zhao Feng and made their way to the top of the mountain.

There were several Daoist Palaces perched atop the mountain peak.

Under Zhao Feng’s guidance, the crowd quickly arrived at one of them.

At the entrance of the Daoist Palace, many cultivators were seen rushing in and out.

Zhao Feng did not lead everyone inside immediately but instead said in a gentle voice:

“Please, everyone, wait a bit.”

Seeing the busy scene at the palace gate, everyone naturally had to wait.

They waited from when the sun was three poles high until dusk.

Only when the number of cultivators at the palace gate decreased were they finally taken inside by Zhao Feng.

There, they quickly saw many Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, still continually issuing orders to their subordinates.

At the highest position sat a man with a cold expression on his face who had no arms.

This was none other than the peak master of Xinjian Peak, Xumi, the lonely sword.

He had been injured before, but it was now completely unnoticeable.

Next to him sat a cultivator who appeared to be in his thirties, with a mature face and obscure aura, making it impossible to perceive his Cultivation Base.

Both were listening to updates from a cultivator beside them and quickly making decisions.

Wang Ba could vaguely hear pieces of conversation:

“…

raise it, it must be heightened, otherwise the sea water will flood in…”

“…

another town has lost its entire population?”

However, these words were all spoken by the personal disciple Yuan Zhen who was beside Xumi, the lonely sword.

His responses were usually:

‘Yes.’

‘No.’

‘Wait.’

They were brief, clear, and easy to understand.

However, he responded so quickly that Wang Ba felt Xumi hadn’t even thought before answering.

Fortunately, the people reporting to Xumi did not leave after receiving their instructions.

Instead, they quickly reported to a few other Nascent Soul cultivators.

Only after receiving instructions did they leave.

Soon it was time for the inspection team to report.

Xumi and personal disciple Yuan Zhen became more focused while dealing with them.

Seeing no intention from Xumi to speak, Yuan Zhen asked politely:

“Martial Uncle Xumi, may I overstep and preside over the meeting?”

Since the Longevity Sect and Wanxiang Sect had always treated each other as brother sects, the disciples of both sects would often call each other according to their seniority.

In terms of Kinship, Xumi happened to be Yuan Zhen’s Martial Uncle.

Xumi gave a barely perceptible nod of permission.

Upon receiving permission, after a slight pause, Yuan Zhen said to the crowd:

“I’m well aware of your patrol duties.

However, there are currently a number of low-class cultivators from both continents causing havoc in the southern part of the West Sea Country.

Especially around Daohai Town where cultivators from Tupi Continent, who are hiding nearby the sea, frequently launch surprise attacks.

Our top priority is to swiftly eliminate the leftover evil from Tupi Continent and Xituo Continent throughout the south to prevent them from seizing control of the Southern Shoreline.”

Upon hearing Yuan Zhen’s words, the first reaction from Xi Wushang was to reject it.

It was already challenging to protect Wang Ba and complete the inspection task and now they were asked to eliminate the leftover evil, a task which even he did not have confidence in.

After all, nobody could predict when a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator from either continent might suddenly appear.

Should they encounter one, protecting Wang Ba would be practically impossible.

However, before he could voice his objection, Ji Yuan was the first to volunteer, saying:

“Eliminating the leftover evil from both continents is my unshirkable responsibility!”

“I…!!”

Xi Wushang felt everything go dark.

Seeing Ji Yuan take a stance, the person leading the Longevity Sect disciples immediately shouted:

“The 83rd generation disciple, Mu Guishou, volunteers to go and kill the Thief Cultivators of both continents!”

“The 84th generation…”

“Shixian Peak…”

“Qianliu Peak…”

“Qin Lingxiao from the Qin Family…”

One voice after another rang out, echoing back and forth.

Listening to these voices, a hint of helplessness flashed in Xi Wushang’s eyes.

However, to his slight relief, Wang Ba in the crowd seemed to have self-knowledge and did not volunteer to kill any Thief Cultivators.

His gaze swept discreetly over the cultivators around him, and he unexpectedly spotted Qin Fengyi looking back at him with the same expression of helplessness.

Their eyes met briefly in surprise before hurriedly looking away.

“Impossible…”

Xi Wushang shook his head inwardly.