The people of Wushang Mansion have always been arrogant, believing that apart from themselves, people of other races cultivated impure, low-grade bloodlines, and only their divine bloodline was supreme.
He disdained the other party's proud demeanor. Upon learning that Liu Jiang Fusheng was the Holy Master of their generation, he couldn't help but mock them.
At this moment, Lebao squeezed in from behind. He stood before Xiao Chenmu and Mu Qianmi and said to the Sect Master of Qiyuan Sect, "The identity of my mother, and whether Wushang Mansion intermarries with outsiders, is irrelevant to the current matter. My father instructed that if something happened to him, we should quickly organize our forces and attack Fengdu City."
The conversation was suddenly interrupted by a child who barged into their council hall. Everyone turned, no, looked down.
Whose child was this?
When Rulan saw Lebao, her eyes widened like copper bells, much like a fan who had found genuine proof of their favored pairing.
Heavens, did he just mention my mother? Could it be... this child is the offspring of Liu Jiang Fusheng and Gu Junshi from back then?
Lu Ziyin had already known that Lebao was Liu Jiang Fusheng's son, but his mother had always been unknown. Now, with the child's words hinting at the truth, he could barely control his distorted features, his heart struck with immense blow.
This, this Lebao, is truly their child?
But how could Gu Junshi not know about this? And back then, how were this child and the child's mother, Liu Jiang Fusheng, both protected?
The past was a mystery, but Lebao's immediate acknowledgment of the mortal wife from that year as his mother had utterly confused him.
The people of Wushang Mansion, upon seeing Lebao, immediately retracted their previous low spirits and displaced anger. Their eyes filled with affection and excitement, and they hurried forward, "Young Master!"
This exclamation of "Young Master" stunned them all.
So this little one was Liu Jiang Fusheng's son! He never imagined that at such a young age, he would already have a son?!
No, who was it with?
In the child's rebuttal to the Qiyuan Sect's elder, he seemed to have mentioned the words "my mother"...
They suddenly came to their senses. Did this mean his mother was the mortal Gu Yi from that year?
Lebao usually appeared beautiful and cheerful, but when he became serious about matters, he naturally exuded the commanding aura of his parents.
"Uncle Gu, Grandfather Beitang, please don't blame Uncle Xiao and Uncle Mu. This matter... I will explain it to you later."
They were startled, then bowed and said, "Everything follows the Young Master's command."
Lebao nodded. Although he was the shortest present, with the great powers of Wushang Mansion backing him, his aura instantly felt like he stood at 2.8 meters.
"Firstly, we must break Fengdu's city protection barrier. The major Ghost Kings are eager to capture the three cities, their objective being to annex and expand their influence!" His clear childish voice fell upon the crowd, causing some discomfort.
"Child, though you are the Young Master of Wushang Mansion, can your words truly hold sway?" someone muttered from behind.
Unexpectedly, this remark struck the core of the Wushang Mansion elites.
A furious roar exclaimed, "How dare you question our Wushang Mansion's Young Master so lightly!"
With a powerful surge of spiritual energy, the disciple was sent flying directly, crashing onto the outdoor training ground with a "bang!" The atmosphere inside seemed to freeze, making it difficult to even breathe.
Several supervising elders quickly neutralized the spiritual pressure with their own cultivation. Among them was a stern middle-aged man, the hot-tempered junior uncle of Yan Tianjiao, wearing a golden crown and green robes, with a handsome face.
He glanced at the flying disciple, observing his minor injuries, and then frowned, stepping forward to smooth things over, "It was merely a junior's slip of the tongue, why must you hold it against him!"
"This is our Wushang Mansion's Young Master. In the absence of the Holy Master, he represents the direction of Wushang Mansion. We hope that next time you speak, you will choose your words carefully," one of Wushang Mansion's envoys, Gu Mingye, said coldly, scanning the crowd.
The people of Wushang Mansion wore unified uniforms, with white as the base, and black and gold threads embroidered on the hem and cuffs, giving them a grand, noble, yet subtly distinguished appearance.
Seeing the immortal sects momentarily silenced and harboring suppressed anger, Lebao tugged at Gu Mingye, drawing his attention back to himself, preventing him from attracting more animosity.
He said, "Wushang Mansion and the Immortal Alliance have always been harmonious and united. Let us not fall out over this small matter. Actually, there is something that Father said he would tell the supervising elders when they arrived. Now that everyone is here, I will announce it now."
Upon hearing the mention of serious matters, the previous friction was quickly diverted. Gu Mingye, hearing that it was Liu Jiang Fusheng's instruction, quickly asked, "Young Master, what is the Holy Master asking you to speak about?"
Lebao said with a serious expression, "There is demonic energy within Fengdu Ghost City."
"What did you say?" The City Lords of Rongcheng and Huacheng changed their expressions.
However, Abbess Huiming then spoke, "This matter is likely true."
"Fengdu Ghost City is actually colluding with the demon race?!"
The immortal sect disciples below were shocked and began whispering amongst themselves.
"It is precisely for this reason that Father said, if things take a turn, the final method is to strike first." Despite his young age, Lebao spoke methodically.
"The three cities are only supported by one immortal artifact. Breaking Fengdu's city protection barrier will likely not be easy. Either we wait half a year for the barrier to disappear, or we gather everyone's strength to attack Fengdu together."
At this moment, Abbess Xianzhi suddenly recalled, "That's right, didn't that dark figure say that if we broke Fengdu's barrier within seven days, they would return the Holy Master of Wushang Mansion..."
Someone sensitively picked up on a time limit: "Why seven days?"
Upon deeper thought, this matter seemed to conceal a great mystery waiting to be solved.
"There must be something strange about this. That dark figure may not be a ghost cultivator of Fengdu, nor necessarily our enemy. If he truly is from Fengdu, then why would he take Liu Jiang Fusheng away, and insist we break Fengdu within seven days?" Dan Ya stepped forward.
His elegant demeanor was indeed memorable as soon as he appeared.
"This is true." The City Lord of Rongcheng had a good impression of Dan Ya due to their previous mutual assistance, and thus echoed, "The dark figure's identity is hidden. That spatial tearing technique at least indicates unfathomable strength. If he had wanted to ambush or poison us at that time, we would have had no power to resist. However, he merely abducted the Holy Master of Wushang Mansion, which makes this matter somewhat peculiar."
Beitang Lin of Wushang Mansion then spoke. His skin was delicate and rosy, his face not old, yet he sported a neatly trimmed white beard, thick eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and a straight nose.
He looked at those present and, after a moment of contemplation, said, "Do you know why our Wushang Mansion has appeared in the world this time?"
The more than ten supervising elders had also speculated. The star divination and sorcery for this trip to Fengdu indeed indicated ominous portents, and the situation was not optimistic, which was why they had spared no effort in gathering almost half of the supervising elders from the twenty-eight heavens to take action together.
However, they were confident that they should be sufficient to handle it, but they did not expect this matter to involve the intervention of Wushang Mansion.
After all, if it were not about the subversion of the world, and the matter was so serious as to threaten the safety of the entire twenty-eight heavens, Wushang Mansion would not easily appear to interfere in the affairs of the Immortal True Realm.
"Please speak, Senior."
Beitang Lin was the person with the highest cultivation and seniority in Wushang Mansion. Most of those present were essentially his juniors.
He said, "Before I speak of this matter, do you know of the Underworld?"