Anping City was originally Jincheng, the capital of the Jinque Kingdom. After being surrounded by demonic miasma, it was renamed Anping City.
The conference room where the major sects were currently gathered was an courtyard opened up within the imperial capital of Jincheng. Apart from the leaders of the various sects and their retinues, no one else was permitted to enter.
At the entrance.
"The Sect Master has entrusted this matter entirely to Li Yihui?" Yuan Bingxin suppressed her dissatisfaction, her expression growing even colder and more arrogant.
The cultivator before her mumbled, "Senior Sister Yuan… because Senior Brother Li's message arrived first, so…"
Yuan Bingxin understood. She took a deep breath, and her intention to inform Li Tingyun about the Nourishing Spirit Pill was temporarily put aside.
"I understand. Go serve the Sect Master."
Yuan Bingxin turned and left.
As soon as she was gone, several powerful presences descended upon the courtyard, pressing down so heavily that even the ancient trees within bent their trunks.
Inside the conference room.
Daojun Qiyuan paid no mind to Li Tingyun's ferocious gaze, stating firmly, "This is the apology gift from my Qishan Pavilion to Alchemist Bai."
Li Tingyun was growing increasingly confused. The Nine Revolutions Destiny Seizing Array incident had not been properly resolved, and now he couldn't even handle this small matter. He truly doubted whether cooperating with him would yield satisfactory results.
Conversely, this Alchemist Bai…
Daojun Qiyuan silently appraised Bai Shengyi, a hint of darkness flashing across his gaze. When he raised his head again, his demeanor was amiable.
"Regarding the Red Maple Mountain Range matter, my Qishan Pavilion agrees. Henceforth, whenever Alchemist Bai requires our assistance, my Qishan Pavilion will not refuse. This is Qishan Pavilion's promise to Alchemist Bai, valid in perpetuity."
Whoosh!
No one had expected Daojun Qiyuan to be so solicitous towards Bai Shengyi!
At this point, Lv Fuping, who had just said Daojun Qiyuan would not agree, looked like a complete joke!
"Such a gesture, such a promise, tsk tsk, Qiyuan, if young friend Bai wanted your Qishan Pavilion, would you give it too?"
A formidable pressure, like a vast mountain, suddenly descended from the sky, causing the scalps of cultivators below the Mahayana stage to tingle, and they involuntarily lowered their heads.
Soon, the pressure receded like a tide. Everyone cautiously looked up to see a figure, gentle as a spring breeze, appear in the conference room. Following him were a woman, a monk, a gaudily dressed, demonic male cultivator, and a man dressed as a shopkeeper.
These individuals were all Mahayana cultivators!
Their auras were natural and unfettered, their cultivation unfathomable. Among those present, perhaps only Daojun Qinglan, Yue Bufan, Xuan You, and Li Tingyun had the strength to contend with them.
"Master Ku Le, Your Highness the Demon King, Mountain Lord Hua Ling, Mountain Lord Hu Yu, Fellow Daoist Wan, why have you come?" Li Tingyun could no longer sit still and stood up abruptly.
When the rift appeared, it coincided with abnormal demonic energy in the extreme west. Master Ku Le and the Demon King had gone to the extreme west first, and then Mountain Lord Hua Ling and Mountain Lord Hu Yu had followed. In his calculations, these individuals should not have arrived so soon.
"Why, can't this king come here?"
The Demon King, Lin Qingyu, unfurled a feathered fan and directly sat in the seat Li Tingyun had vacated.
Li Tingyun's expression changed slightly.
In the conference room, because the Divine Revelation Academy was the host, and the academy's attitude was particularly assertive this time, they occupied the main seats. Following them were Yue Qingshan, the Supreme Sect, the Goddess Sect, and the Fanglan Sect. With their arrival, several new seats were added.
According to the order, given the Demon King's status, he could clearly have taken Yue Qingshan's current seat, yet he chose to take his place.
Li Tingyun didn't believe for a moment that this was unintentional.
Yet, Li Tingyun could do nothing to Lin Qingyu. He swallowed his pride and said with a forced smile, "Of course, you can."
He turned to look at Lv Fuping. Lv Fuping, with a grim expression, gave up her seat to him, and then occupied the seat of the sect leader behind him.
That sect was already dependent on the Supreme Sect. They dared not speak out in anger, and the others would not speak up for him. He had no choice but to reluctantly take seats further back.
"I heard Mountain Lord Qin wishes to establish his own dojo? This king agrees first," the Demon King said, dropping a 'bomb' as soon as he sat down, making Li Tingyun's face turn black on the spot.
At this moment, he also suddenly realized that he and Lv Fuping had been led astray by Bai Shengyi!
Li Tingyun looked up at Bai Shengyi, only to see her smiling at him, as if saying, "Oh dear, you're only realizing it now?"
She did it on purpose!
Li Tingyun's heart sank.
No, they couldn't be allowed to succeed. If Qin Si established a dojo, it would be equivalent to establishing his own sect's influence, making it even harder to kill him and Mo Shuxin then.
Thinking of this, Li Tingyun beckoned to a nearby cultivator and gave him a few instructions. That cultivator immediately walked over to Lv Fuping, conveyed Li Tingyun's words, and then left.
Lv Fuping glanced at Li Tingyun with a troubled expression, only to see Li Tingyun repeatedly winking at her, urging her on.
With so many powerful cultivators present, she really didn't want to be the one to stick her neck out. However, she dared not disobey Li Tingyun's intentions, so she spoke with great difficulty.
"Your Highness the Demon King might not know yet, but Dean Qin wants a ten-thousand-mile dojo."
As soon as the words left her lips, Lv Fuping saw Lin Qingyu look at her. She felt like prey being stared at by a fierce beast, her back prickling with goosebumps, and she instinctively wanted to flee this place.
The sect master of the Thousand Demon Pavilion, such terrifying cultivation!
"So what?" Lin Qingyu said with a half-smile, "Sect Master Lv seems to have an opinion?"
"This junior dares not!" Lv Fuping spat out the words, biting the bullet. "It's just that this junior can't stand some things and wants to ask Dean Qin."
"Speak," Qin Si said calmly.
Lv Fuping asked, "Dean Qin, do you know that the Shenqi Continent, whether it's your academy or this Anping City, is shrouded in an unceasing demonic miasma?"
Qin Si's expression turned cold, his phoenix eyes narrowed, and he gently tapped the chair. "This matter, I'm afraid Sect Master Li and Sect Master Lv are more aware of it than I am, aren't they?"
Lv Fuping choked.
At that time, Li Tingyun had handled this matter, and she had sent Yi An to represent the Fanglan Sect. If she had known the matter was not handled well, she would not have gotten involved.
Soon, Lv Fuping continued, "Since the demonic miasma still exists, it is likely that the Divine Revelation Academy has no way to remove it. If the Divine Revelation Academy were to submit to the Supreme Sect, the Supreme Sect would definitely help resolve this matter. Sect Master Li, wouldn't you agree?"
Li Tingyun nodded, his expression slightly easing.
Lv Fuping had finally done something that pleased him.
When Qin Si heard that they had this idea, he slowly smiled, then said coldly, "There's no need for the Supreme Sect to trouble themselves."
Li Tingyun's face fell.
Lv Fuping, however, felt confident of victory and continued, "Dean Qin, matters like this involve the entire Shenqi Continent. Your word alone likely doesn't count, does it? Won't you ask for their opinions?"
"Who?" Qin Si raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as frost and snow swords, piercing directly at Lv Fuping.