Chapter 164: Devoting One's Life to the Sect, Regardless of Fortune or Misfortune

Chapter 164: Should the Sect's Life or Death Depend on It

After completing the decision-making process, Hua Ergen quietly looked at the sect master of the Huaqing Sect.

Everyone in the Ancestral Hall cast gazes filled with suspicion, jealousy, encouragement, or anticipation toward the sect master of the Huaqing Sect.

The sect master of the Huaqing Sect sighed slightly, knowing that to refuse further would no longer be humility, but rather ignorance of what is proper.

Therefore, the sect master of the Huaqing Sect straightened his expression and said in a solemn tone: "This disciple was originally a commoner in the mortal world, farming the fields, seeking only to preserve my life amidst the boundless primeval chaos, with no ambition for fame in the immortal path. Yet the sect did not consider this disciple's aptitude shallow or my virtue lacking, taking me into the fold, and now entrusting me with such a heavy responsibility!"

"This disciple is truly terrified and uneasy!"

After these words, everyone in the Ancestral Hall nodded in agreement, understanding the sect master's intent. Next came the delightful and customary ritual of declining three times and accepting on the third.

At the very end.

Ultimately, the second-generation patriarch, Hua Ergen, made the final judgment: "While one must certainly consider personal endeavor in certain matters, one must also look at the historical trend!"

"In the current situation, only you are suitable to coexist harmoniously with the Xuanyuan Alliance and preserve the foundation of our Daoist orthodoxy for ten thousand years!"

The sect master of the Huaqing Sect suddenly stood up, bowed to the second-generation patriarch Hua Ergen, and said with deep emotion: "You ask how I, a mere sect master, came to command the entire orthodoxy—it is truly not humility on my part... Of course, as the Huaqing Sect faces a once-in-ten-thousand-years upheaval, as a disciple of the Huaqing Sect, it is my unshakable duty."

"Since the Ancestral Hall has studied and decided, this disciple has no choice but to step forward without hesitation!"

Immediately following that, the sect master of the Huaqing Sect gazed up at the firmament and recited two lines of poetry with righteous heroism.

"Should the sect's life or death depend on it..."

***

The fate of the Huaqing Sect was sealed, and the grand strategy of the Xuanyuan Alliance was settled.

This trip to the lower realm yielded good results; the problem of the Huaqing Patriarch was resolved without even having to strike a blow.

Along the way, he also poached a subordinate, Hua Ergen, as well as all the immortal officials of the Huaqing Sect in the Heavenly Court.

The sect master of the Huaqing Sect was one of their own, ruling the orthodoxy in the lower realm, while Hua Ergen led the immortal officials in the heavens.

From then on, the lineage of the Huaqing Sect was firmly in his grasp.

As the carriage traveled leisurely amidst the calls of soaring dragons and crying cranes, Luo Feng and the Too-Er Immortal shared the same chamber and began a detailed conversation.

What the Too-Er Immortal valued was not Luo Feng's identity as a transmigrator.

In the primordial world, transmigrators and returners were not rare or strange. A so-called transmigrator simply traveled from one realm to another, while a so-called returner simply possessed a few extra memories of the future.

Earth Immortals mastered space and could create transmigrators; Heaven Immortals mastered time and could create returners.

The status of a Golden Immortal was still above that of Heaven Immortals and Earth Immortals. As long as the Too-Er Immortal wished, he could manufacture a batch of low-level transmigrators and returners himself, creating a Lord-God space and acting as a low-spec version of a Lord God.

Once one's realm reached a certain level, so-called identities became a joke. What truly made the Too-Er Immortal choose cooperation was Luo Feng's strength.

Although Luo Feng repeatedly denied being a Golden Immortal and proclaimed himself to be merely a primordial cultivator with Golden Elixir characteristics, the Too-Er Immortal did not believe a single word of it. Having lived for so many years, he had seen a few Dao-Luo beings here and there.

And certain auras on Luo Feng's body were extremely similar to those of Dao-Luo beings.

A primordial cultivator? Hehehe, if you told me he was a half-step Dao-Luo, I'd believe it.

The Too-Er Immortal's eyes grew deep, and he said in a lingering tone: "Tianyi."

Luo Feng smiled amiably and said: "Senior Ancestor, please speak your mind. We are allies."

The Too-Er Immortal was startled, cast a surprised glance at Luo Feng, and wondered if the person before him had been possessed.

Being so open and aboveboard was unlike him.

After thinking about it, he discarded this unreliable notion, because besides Dao-Luo beings, probably very few people in the world could deal with this fellow.

Possession? He wouldn't even fear being counter-possessed; with a flick of his hand, he'd refine the invader into a puppet.

"As long as it doesn't involve Dao-Luo," Luo Feng paused and said.

The Too-Er Immortal let out a sigh of relief. As expected, he was still the same person.

Before the Too-Er Immortal could catch his breath, Luo Feng added: "Golden Immortals won't do either. I'm afraid I can't beat them."

The Too-Er Immortal's face darkened. Truly, as expected of you.

He sneered: "Let me guess, you don't even need Heaven Immortals, right?"

Luo Feng's face instantly beamed with joy as he said happily: "Senior Ancestor knows my heart! This poor daoist's cultivation is shallow; fighting Heaven Immortals is simply out of the question. Who knows if a Heaven Immortal might be holding a Xiantian Spiritual Treasure? In this lifetime, I can only match myself against Earth Immortals."

As he spoke, he even leaked a trace of disguised Earth Immortal aura.

The Too-Er Immortal's complexion instantly shifted from dark to red—not because of good health, but from sheer anger.

Trying to fool ordinary Heaven Immortals or Golden Immortals with this trace of Earth Immortal aura might have worked, but displaying it right in front of him was simply talking nonsense with eyes wide open.

"This poor daoist has never seen such a brazenly shameless person."

The Too-Er Immortal screamed frantically in his heart.

However, since he needed help from others, he ultimately had to lower his posture to win over worthy talents. The Too-Er Immortal had a flash of inspiration, squeezed out a smile, and said: "This poor daoist knows the whereabouts of a Xiantian Spiritual Treasure."

Luo Feng remained unhurried and said leisurely: "May I ask which Xiantian Spiritual Treasure it is?"

"The Falling Treasure Money, held by two Heaven Immortals..."

"That was earmarked by the True Lord of the Altar, one of the Jie Teaching folks."

The Too-Er Immortal's expression stiffened, and he quickly followed up: "In a certain vast sea, there are the Sea-Calming Pearls."

"Those were earmarked by the Ancient Buddha Dipamkara—they belong to a Dao-Luo."

"Ahem..." The Too-Er Immortal coughed twice and continued: "There is an item..."

"Stop!"

Luo Feng immediately interrupted the Too-Er Immortal, spread his hands, and stated bluntly: "We both come from the same place and share the same background, let's talk about something practical, shall we?"

What the Too-Er Immortal said was ten-tenths true; even primordial Golden Immortals would be moved upon hearing it.

However, Luo Feng was unmoved, because he was a transmigrator.

The greatest advantage a transmigrator had over native living beings was knowing the future—or strictly speaking, knowing the most probable future.

Translated into the language of the primordial world, a transmigrator possessed a certain true Dao-Luo perspective, knowing a single timeline.

Therefore, they could utilize this timeline to constantly plot the greatest benefits for themselves.

If this were a low-end primordial world, the Xiantian Spiritual Treasures mentioned by the Too-Er Immortal could be picked up at will without worrying about the consequences, because transmigrators possessed a certain true Dao-Luo perspective.

But this was a high-end primordial world. Forget about a true Dao-Luo perspective; even true Dao-Luo beings were piled up by the dozen.

Under such circumstances, the so-called future was merely a painting in the eyes of primordial mighty figures, one that could be altered at will.

If you picked up a Xiantian Spiritual Treasure just a moment ago, the next moment you might be turned into a mountain-guarding beast guarding that treasure for tens of thousands of years, just waiting for a fated person to arrive and collect your head.

Furthermore, Luo Feng had a background of his own.

Knowing that Xiantian Spiritual Treasures were equivalent to Dao-Luo beings, forget about going out to look for them—even if one was delivered to his doorstep and handed to him, he would have to treat it with extreme caution, worshiping it like an ancestor.

Luo Feng looked deeply at the Too-Er Immortal and said meaningfully: "Senior Ancestor, you're not playing fair!"

"We are allies."

The Too-Er Immortal's face didn't flush and his heart didn't beat. Weren't allies meant to be sold out?

As the saying goes, an immortal who doesn't sell out his allies is no good Dao ancestor.

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(End of this chapter)