Immortality from Taming Elephant-Chapter 380 - 189: The Banquet, I Am Invincible

Moonlight like gauze.

Above Chuanbei Prefecture, a bald figure resembling a ghost silently observed as thousands of people recklessly searched the city below.

"I didn’t expect you to come in person."

Master Yuanzhi’s expression was not good. After glancing at the person sitting on the distant rooftop, he pressed down all his emotions.

The Killing God of the Ten Thousand Laws Sect - Gongsun Wang.

An individual from the Daoist Sect comparable to the Martial Madman of Guanxia Mountain.

It is often said that being afraid of a madman is one thing, but it’s truly terrifying when a madman knows the law.

The person before him was roughly akin to such a law-savvy madman.

Even in the Celestial Sea, he was someone many were unwilling to provoke.

Yongzhou and Jingzhou border each other, and Xuankong Temple had knowledge of the figure before them.

"Young monk, do you think I can’t come?"

Yuanzhi chuckled wryly, "I wouldn’t dare. Fortunately, your divine insight is on point, otherwise, with the Blood Soul Secret Spell of Third Grade, that youngster wouldn’t have been so easily suppressed."

Gongsun Wang was the young patriarch of Ten Thousand Laws Sect who last met with Xu Guang.

Judging by appearance, he seemed very young, almost giving Yuanzhi the feeling of facing his young disciple Hui Ming.

But he knew what kind of personality was hidden behind that face.

Though chaos reigned in Yongzhou, it did not collapse. The people of Guanghan Hall looked up to the Ten Thousand Laws Sect, with the latter as the leader. The Senluo Demon Sect even sent people to serve at Iron Dragon Pass yearly, despite being called the Spring and Autumn Dominator.

There was also the past alliance of the Ten Thousand Laws Sect, commanding the world with orders.

Was this truly what they wanted from the beginning?

Guarding the Central Plains was never the concern of the Ten Thousand Laws Sect but of the young man before them, who forced his way through. The first year of the Great Zhou’s collapse, he emerged and, with Zhuge Wuliang, annihilated thirty-two Daoist lineages of the Great Zhou.

The commotion Xu Guang stirred now was not even a third of what this person caused in his youth.

"Even without my intervention, that spell couldn’t have done anything to him. Today is his succession day, less embarrassment is good."

Gongsun Wang said indifferently.

Yuanzhi chuckled wryly.

Gongsun Wang looked at him, half-smiling, "I heard your master Nikong wanted to ferry him? Your purpose in coming to Chuanbei Prefecture shouldn’t just be to watch the ceremony, right?"

Yuanzhi’s face stiffened, feeling the awkwardness of being caught stealing vegetables in the act.

Last year, he invited Xu Guang to the Ullambana Dharma Assembly, initially planning to guide Xu Guang towards Buddhism then. But suddenly, Xu Guang became the leader of Dragon Gate, now what could be done?

Gongsun Wang was uninterested in his scheming, "Who Xuankong Temple wants to ferry is not my concern, even the current commander of Iron Dragon Pass, Zhong Baihua, is fine, but this young man is not allowed."

After speaking, he quietly watched Yuanzhi.

Yuanzhi’s lips were dry, and his throat tightened, "This..."

"It’s not just my opinion. Zhuge Wuliang thinks the same. If you really want to ferry him, you can discuss it with Zhuge Wuliang. He might even give Xuankong Temple face."

Yuanzhi: ...

"I..." Master Yuanzhi’s eyes rolled, suddenly smiling, "Xu Guang has the Holy Elephant accompanying him, so it is estimated that Baoxiang Temple will send someone over..."

"Baoxiang Temple?"

A voice suddenly rose, as if someone descended from the moon.

A solitary crane, startling in its shadow, like a swimming dragon.

Master Yuanzhi’s expression changed slightly.

"Greetings, Elder Jiang."

Jiang Hong did not look at Yuanzhi, only at Gongsun Wang, "Mr. Gongsun, you came to Zouchuan Dao, I apologize for not welcoming you from afar."

"Welcome for what? To steal vegetables with you at Kunlun Mountain?"

Jiang Hong’s eyes froze.

So, acting as if he hadn’t heard Gongsun Wang’s words, he turned to look at Yuanzhi, "The issue of Baoxiang Temple taking in Shen Chong has not been settled with my Zouchuan Dao. Now, do you want to take someone from Zouchuan Dao to become a monk?"

Yuanzhi: ...

Can’t provoke him, so you come find trouble with me?

"That is the matter of Baoxiang Temple..."

...

Chuanbei Prefecture, Desolate Mountain Forest.

Chuanbei Prefecture, a grand city built with efforts and funding by the Great Zhou Imperial Family, naturally had a complete array of government office buildings. Desolate Mountain Forest was a vast prison holding extremely dangerous criminals, but after the Great Zhou’s collapse, it became a private prison of Dragon Gate, mainly detaining Dragon Gate’s enemies or those who lost in inner sect conflicts.

General Wei led Xu Guang, standing slowly at the prison’s entrance.

Several Fourth Grade guests had arrived for the ceremony, including Rong Jin.

As for You Chen, he stayed to guard the sect gate.

Xu Guang looked towards the distant Desolate Mountain Forest, a small hill with countless tunnels dug inside it, the power of Chujiang River suppressed it, forming a Feng Shui dragon-subduing formation.

His eyes glowed with a golden light as he used his Qi Observation skill. His vision turned hazy gray, seeing clusters of white energy with spiritual light rising, without the bloodthirsty or eerie aura of a large prison.

The Blood Soul Secret Spell needed countless living sacrifices and demon beasts to perform. From a Qi Observational view, this place didn’t seem like a location for setting up such a blood and flesh altar.

Yet the stranger it felt, the more Xu Guang sensed something peculiar about this place.

Xu Guang withdrew his skill, confirming the target was hiding here.

The rugged mountain path was as flat as a paved road for the experts present, at least of Fifth Grade.

Soon they reached the summit, where seven or eight fortress-like buildings appeared.

"Sect Leader, be careful."

Rong Jin softly reminded him from the side.

Immediately, the seven fortresses exploded.

Six figures rushed out from within, forming an overwhelming and powerful array, akin to divine techniques, sharing a common origin and producing celestial might.

Yet...

Before they landed, they were instantly smashed down.

Ah Wei stepped forward, Myriad Manifestations Divine Techniques gushing out. This divine technique was grand and upright, even if others knew about it, it mattered not, much like Ah Wei’s own indestructible physical form.

True strength was never hidden means, but the knowledge of how strong you are, where even with full awareness, others were completely helpless against you.