Mysterious mirror hanging high

Where did Leng Tou Qing come from?

The Moving Mountain Master had just moved two immortal mountains for several descendants of the Falling Star Sea immortals, but the other party temporarily owed him spiritual funds as compensation. The other party had a powerful background and several Nascent Soul Masters in their clan, while his own family was weak and had no choice but to agree.

Now he still had several orders for moving mountains that had not been settled, and it was not a pleasant feeling to be owed spiritual funds. He was just about to ask Xiao Beiyue, the Book Master of Songfeng Pavilion in Zhongzhou Domain, to take him with him to collect the balance, but he found that the spiritual talismans asking for help from the disciples were sent to him in large numbers, so he had to quickly use his Nascent Soul body to shuttle through the void and rush over in a hurry.

As a result, before he could even sit down, here came this stupid Jindan cultivator who spoke so shamelessly, and the provocation was already overflowing from his words. It was obvious that he came here on purpose to cause trouble!

Damn it, he’s just a cultivator in the early stage of the Golden Core Realm. Now that he’s meeting the True Lord, why doesn’t he bow down?

It's the other way around!

If I can’t deal with people with backgrounds, how can I deal with you?

Banshan Zhenjun's expression was unfriendly. "Whatever happens to my disciples, the Houtu Sect's Law Enforcement Hall will make the final decision. Who the hell are you? How dare you interfere in other people's affairs? Is this how you, the Xiaoyao League, do things?"

Master Tota bowed down suddenly, crying, "Sir! This matter has nothing to do with our Xiaoyao Alliance. This boy appeared out of nowhere and killed my beloved disciple without explanation. Now he is even more lawless and provoking the Master. I beg you to seek justice!"

Master Banshan looked at Jing Yu's expressionless face, hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively, "You have a good foundation, kid. Where did you come from?"

Jing Yu crossed his arms and said calmly, "Xuan Jing has no Taoist origins, he is just a casual cultivator."

"Okay!"

Banshan Zhenjun laughed in anger: "You are just a casual cultivator. Who gave you the courage to challenge Houtu Xianmen and Yuanying Sect?"

Just as he was about to kill this Jindan cultivator who appeared out of nowhere with a spell to set an example, he found that the other party suddenly took out a gilded token that shone with golden light from his arms. There was a three-legged tripod engraved on the token, which actually exuded the power of a Nascent Soul.

Jing Yu injected magical power into the gilded token. In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and a Nascent Soul holding a small bronze tripod and wearing fish-scale armor emerged from the void. The Nascent Soul had a pair of extremely narrow and light golden eyes, but only one ear and one nostril, which looked quite inconsistent. However, in terms of the solidity of the Nascent Soul, it was more than one level higher than that of the Moving Mountain Master!

Isn’t it Yuwen Baoge?

The earthy yellow Nascent Soul of Banshan Zhenjun shuddered, as if startled, and hurriedly asked, "I wonder which fellow Taoist is here?"

"A mere One-Orifice Nascent Soul cultivator is worthy of calling me Daoist Fellow?" Yuwen Baoge sneered, "Old Daoist Banshan, open your eyes wide and take a look. How could you not even recognize the magical weapon I hold in my hand?"

Banshan Zhenjun carefully examined the small bronze tripod, and his Nascent Soul face suddenly turned pale: "Is this, the Jiuzhou Tripod?"

"You are Yuwen Baoding!"

"Are you having a baby?"

"what?"

The cultivators watching throughout Xiaoyao Immortal City were completely enraged. They stared at the cauldron-wielding Nascent Soul radiating endless golden light above their heads, their expressions trembling with fear. "The leader has returned with his Nascent Soul! The Yunchuan Region is about to undergo a transformation..."

"Ancestor?"

Great joy filled Yuwen Xiaojin's heart. He stared at Yuwen Baoge with burning eyes. A huge stone fell from his heart. Years of dealing with various forces had exhausted him, and even his cultivation had fallen behind. Now, with a sense of relief for surviving a disaster, after the joy, his body suddenly softened, leaving only endless fatigue.

But Master Yuehua stared at the Nascent Soul above him, a flicker of fear in his eyes. He thought to himself, "No... I've known him for many years, and this isn't the aura of the Treasure Cauldron..."

Yuwen Baoge said indifferently, "Old Taoist Banshan, were you planning to attack my confidant just now?"

Looking at the face of the Nascent Soul in front of him, Master Banshan felt uneasy and said hesitantly, "Misunderstanding... misunderstanding..."

"Xuan Jing is my right-hand man. If he carries my orders, it's like I'm here in person! If any of my fellow Taoists treat him lightly again in the future, don't blame me for turning my back on him!"

Yuwen Baoge snorted coldly, "Old Taoist Banshan, I, Yuwen Baoding, have now achieved the Seven Apertures of the Nascent Soul Formation. I have been consolidating my realm overseas and have yet to hold the Nascent Soul Ceremony. When the time comes, I will be inviting the righteous ways of Penglai to Xiaoyao Immortal City. I need to build a platform for the Imperial Conferral of the True Lord. I'm still short of people to carry rocks. You, the Earth-type cultivators of the Houtu Sect, are all gathered here. Send me some to build the platform!"

Yuwen Baoge spoke so lightly that he actually ordered the Moving Mountain Master around.

Originally, Banshan Zhenjun was still angry, but when he heard that Yuwen Bao Geying had become seven orifices, and looked at his own solitary [orifice], he swallowed all his frustrations and grievances, and just replied softly: "It's a small matter, a small matter..."

Jing Yu had been arrogant and domineering before, and had wanted Yuwen Baoge to play the good cop, but he didn't expect that this Baoge Zhenjun would scold him right away. In desperation, he had to play the bad cop himself. He took out a gold-plated invitation from his pocket and handed it to Banshan Zhenjun:

"My master's Nascent Soul Ceremony will be held roughly in half a year. Senior Banshan is also a local True Lord of the Yunchuan Territory. I hope you will come and show your support to enhance the prestige of our Yunchuan Territory."

The man in front of him had just executed his own disciple without reporting to the emperor, and now he handed over the invitation so respectfully. Knowing that this was Yuwen Baoding's trusted confidant, Banshan Zhenjun couldn't get angry. He took the invitation in silence, and no longer had the face to stay there. He instantly disappeared into the void.

"Congratulations, Old Ancestor, on your return to Yunchuan!" Yuwen Xiaojin quickly knelt down. Bo Lei, Hu Yueqiu, and the others exchanged glances and also bowed.

"Congratulations, my lord, on your return to Yunchuan!"

Several Jindan Zhenren took the lead, and tens of thousands of cultivators from the entire Xiaoyao Immortal City who came to watch immediately knelt down and praised in unison.

Several of the Xiaoyao League elders who had stood on the side of Master Tota to seize power now looked ashen. They even prostrated themselves for a moment and dared not look up again, for fear that Yuwen Baoge would notice them.

Jing Yu looked at the dumbfounded Tota Master and asked in a low voice:

"Sir, how do you deal with Master Tota?"

Yuwen Baoge glanced at the black tower-like man and sneered, "Is he the one who took advantage of my overseas travels to seize power and profit, and attempt to persecute the Yuwen family members?"

"What's the point of keeping it?"

Then he snapped his fingers and cast a spell. Suddenly, a golden wheel appeared in the air, shining with golden light and spinning non-stop. With a "whoosh" sound, the golden wheel slashed across, leaving Master Tota no time to react, and instantly cut off his head.

A great master in the late Jindan stage was beheaded by a random spell from Yuanying Zhenjun!