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Chapter 694 Fufeng Holy Land
The sun rises in the east.

The capital region was completely liberated.

Sensing that the great change had ended, visitors from all walks of life came to pay their respects, including the Changsun and Yin clans. The top powers tacitly sent their elders to offer their greetings, and Jiang Shendao personally received them. This gesture signified that the Jiang clan had completed the power transition, and the old clan leader's "funeral" was held at the same time.

The main peak of the mountain, the Jinxiu Pavilion.

From here, you can witness the spectacular sight of a waterfall cascading down to earth, while the bustling fireworks of the surrounding landscape serve as mere embellishments.

The Jiangshan Mountain range is suspended in mid-air, with a total of five main peaks and twelve auxiliary peaks. Each peak corresponds to an ascended expert at the thirteenth realm. With family bloodlines as the bond, the Jiang family and the other two major immortal clans also select qualified talents in the Imperial Academy in the capital, nurture and win them over, resulting in a constant stream of new generation geniuses.

The Brocade Pavilion, with its carved beams and painted rafters.

Jiang Shendao took the seat at the head of the table without hesitation.

His cultivation level as a powerful being at the fourteenth realm was fully revealed.

The three major powers of Zhongzhou Tianfa Pavilion, Immortal Forest, and Rebirth City sat together with the Changsun Clan and the royal princes. Each of the five families had a powerful figure behind them. Among them, Immortal Forest was recognized as a demonic sect, but Immortal Lord was the national teacher and a powerful figure of this dynasty, and his vice leader was still a guest of honor.

"The Fufeng Path presents a gift from the sacred land of Fufeng: a set of gold and jade writing brush and ink, a top-grade magic treasure."

"Zhaojingdao, the sacred land of Zhaojing presents a gift: a Zen Silk Mist Robe, a superior magic treasure."

"Greetings, Your Majesty. A pair of Qingyang white jade bracelets, and a half-immortal weapon."

……

As the envoys presented their gifts, Jiang Shendao remained calm. The Great Yin Dynasty had 360 prefectures and 36 circuits, each with an ascended lineage in charge. Of course, most of them were not top-tier ascendants, but they were enough to suppress dissent.

"Since Your Majesty is so kind, I have already sent someone to return the courtesy today."

Jiang Shendao gave a polite reply, but his eyes were fixed on Prince Yin.

In the present-day Great Yin Dynasty, the court is controlled by the Holy Empress, the consort of the late Emperor Yin. Her maternal lineage comes from the sacred land of Zhaojing, and it is rumored that she is related to the Imperial Clan. The Holy Empress is now an old woman, but her lust for power is growing day by day.

Noticing Jiang Shendao's gaze, Prince Yin's expression was somewhat complicated. Just yesterday, the two were on equal footing, but now Jiang Shendao has reached the fourteenth realm and can be considered a senior on the path of cultivation. The difference of one realm is like heaven and earth.

"Thank you for your courtesy, Clan Chief," said Prince Yin, bowing with his hands clasped.

"The three great immortal clans are of the same blood and lineage, Your Highness, there is no need to be so polite."

"But today, I, Jiang, have something important to tell the world."

"From this day forward, Jiang Shi Daozi shall be Jiang Wuyang. This agreement is a consensus reached by Jiang Shi and the former clan chief, witnessed by heaven and earth, and there will be no change in the future."

Jiang Shendao sipped his tea gently, completely ignoring the astonished expressions of the Vice Pavilion Master, Vice Sect Master, and others.

Previously, the struggle for the position of the Jiang family's successor had attracted close attention from all levels of the Dayin Dynasty and its vassal states. Today, its sudden conclusion caught everyone off guard.

Jinxiu Pavilion, banquet room.

The Jiang family's eldest elder looked rather grim.

If it weren't for the fact that family scandals shouldn't be aired in public, he would have already stood up to defend the innocent. Daoist candidate Jiang Tianran is his direct descendant, who had previously gained a significant advantage in the competition. A ninth-realm Great Golden Core cultivator at the age of twenty is quite rare in the history of the Immortal Clan.

"May I ask where you are now, Master?" Lady Changsun asked tentatively.

Jiang Shendao chuckled: "Daozi is the next clan leader. I am his equal. It is really not my place to control him."

Everyone looked at each other.

……

at the same time.

Over the outskirts of Beijing.

Nine-headed Jade Purity Realm True Dragons pulled the carriage down from the Jiangshan Waterfall to the mortal realm. Ordinary "Jade Purity" is as noble as the eleventh realm, having crossed the threshold of the upper five realms, and is qualified to establish a sect. They are not some roadside ants. The vast Jiang Clan of Immortals only has two nine-dragon carriages.

Inside the dragon palanquin, Jiang He was wrapped in a black cloak, and there was some noise around her.

"Boss, we are currently in a hidden blessed land in the Northwest Demon State. It is very safe. It is said that only a fourteenth-level expert in divination can find it. Without cause and effect, it is even more difficult."

"Hehehe, Laojiang, this blessed land is full of weaklings. I'm fishing for mortals. Once I catch a celestial pig, I'll send it to you."

"Xiao He, it seems the demon race is planning a coordinated attack."

"Great Serpent, I miss you."

Jiang He rubbed his temples, activated the animal companion teleportation, and sent out several cultivation techniques from the Jiang Clan: puppetry, sword manual, alchemy, and escape techniques. The Immortal Clan had many good things, but considering the attitudes of various parties and the clan's rules of reward and punishment, he did not choose them arbitrarily.

"The young master seems to be listening to someone's words?"

Inside the dragon palanquin, a refined man asked with a friendly smile. He reached out of the palanquin window and received a secret message from a flying sword from the Holy Land of Fufeng.

"It's not convenient to speak frankly with the Fifth Elder," Jiang He replied truthfully.

This Fifth Elder is Jiang Shendao's younger brother. The two brothers joined forces to seize the inheritance of the Heart of the Great Continent from the First Elder. As a superior ascendant, the Fifth Elder is a true legendary being with the authority to spread mist.

"That's alright." The Fifth Elder said with a serious look in his eyes, "Young Master saved the old patriarch from a desperate situation. A fourteenth-realm expert is especially important to our Immortal Clan. I can pretend I don't see the cultivation techniques and magic treasures he sent. However, the two patriarchs kept it from the First Elder because there are some conflicts in the clan that have become a disaster. My great supernatural power is not good at killing, so Young Master must not be careless."

Supernatural powers refer to authority and ability.

Great supernatural power is equivalent to authority.

Jiang He casually asked, "What do the two clan leaders plan for me to do when we go to Fufeng Holy Land this time?"

Fufeng Holy Land is located in the Sanfu capital region and is one of the most important subordinate forces under the Jiang family.

The Fifth Elder raised his sleeve to sip his tea and smiled, "Just showing your face is enough. The Fufeng Holy Land is close to the capital, and there are more than one Holy Lords eyeing this Holy Lord. When the eldest brother takes the throne, the whole family will be in turmoil. The young master's arrival shows our attitude."

Jiang He nodded. With the change of clan leader, the people below were filled with anxiety. His mere presence was enough to make the other Holy Lords understand that the clan had no intention of replacing the Holy Lord of Fufeng. Naturally, the hidden conflicts would appear to have subsided.

As the dragon palanquin flew along, the Fifth Elder gradually figured out a bit about the young master's personality. If it wasn't necessary, it was already considered extremely gracious of him to utter a complete sentence.

Half a day passed.

The dragon palanquin landed on a palace complex surrounded by mountains.

The Holy Lord of Fufeng appeared to be a middle-aged man, dressed in a white robe with wide sleeves, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance. Around him were three Supreme Elders of the Holy Land, while nine Jade Purity Realm elders looked at the Nine Dragons Carriage, which was of the same realm as their own, with extremely complicated expressions.

"Welcome, Daoist!" greeted the Holy Lord of Fufeng.

"Welcome, Daoist Child." The Supreme Elders and ordinary elders greeted him.

The Fifth Elder led Jiang He to land and introduced in a low voice: "Young Master, you don't need to worry about the elders of the eleventh and twelfth realms. This Holy Lord is not a member of our Jiang clan. His wife is my cousin by seniority and belongs to the Fifth Peak Branch."

Jiang He glanced at the Holy Lord's wife, who was merely bowing.

Beside the other person stood a young woman, her expression as cold as ice.
The snow-white long dress, as if cut from ice silk, outlined a breathtaking curve, her waist as slender as a willow, her solitary breasts standing proudly upright, and her long, jade-like legs, faintly visible through the hem of the dress, were dazzling to the eye.

Her face was sculpted like ice and jade, her eyebrows resembled snow-capped mountains, and her eyes were as cold as knives, yet the corners of her eyes were slightly upturned, revealing a natural charm. Her black hair fell down, with an ice crystal hairpin swaying gently in her hair.

The Fifth Elder whispered, "This is Jian Buyao, the most outstanding among the many children of the Holy Lord of Fufeng in terms of cultivation level, appearance and talent. She is in her early twenties and has already reached the Golden Core stage, possessing the Xuanming Immortal Body."

"When she was young, she was raised in a small county town because of the conflict between the Holy Lands. She was only brought back when she came of age, so she was not very close to the Holy Lands. However, I heard that when she was in the small county town, she was a very gentle girl and had a good relationship with a boy in the family that raised her."

"However, the Holy Land must have already taken care of the beginning and the end."

Jiang He understood the implied meaning and calmly said, "I want to marry her?"

The Fifth Elder chuckled, “Young Master, please don’t underestimate yourself. Being able to serve as a maid is already a great blessing for her. Even being a concubine would be a bit too much. Unless she can advance to the Great Golden Core stage within the year. Before, on the dragon palanquin, the Holy Lord gave me a letter, asking me to mediate. I had some connections with the Holy Lord in the past, but whether the Young Master is willing to condescend to do so, I will not speak rashly.”

The Xuanming Immortal Body means there is a good chance of advancing to the Twelfth Immortal Realm in the future.

In ordinary major powers, it would naturally be unattainable, but those who can ascend to the Dao are either exceptionally talented or have great fortune. A special immortal body, which is not one of the top ten physiques, is nothing special.

Jiang He nodded slightly. A marriage alliance was impossible. Lilith wasn't exactly known for her good temper, but he had indeed sensed the presence of the Immortal Pig Body. He had a unique sensitivity to this.

The Daoist Master of Fufeng stepped forward and said respectfully, "The arrival of the Daoist Master is an honor to our sacred land. I have prepared a banquet of myriad flowers, and we await your arrival."

“Okay,” Jiang He said.

The elders were delighted to hear this. With Daozi willing to attend the banquet, half the matter was settled. Among the high-ranking officials of the several great holy lands under the Jiang Clan, there was not much difference in strength. However, the difference in the benefits of cultivation resources between the capital and Jiangshan was not insignificant.

The elders and the Holy Lord escorted Jiang He to the mountain peak, where pavilions and terraces surrounded the area.

The Holy Lord yielded the main seat to Jiang He. Some female disciples of the Holy Land served up light and delicate delicacies such as jade bamboo shoots and green horns. Nestled among the mountains was the Blessed Land of Myriad Flowers. It looked small, but it was actually a hidden paradise. This blessed land was suppressed by the various palaces of the Holy Land, and there was a genuine small dynasty inside, named Myriad Flowers. However, the strength of the natives of the blessed land was limited to the eighth level of the Golden Core realm.

"To be honest, Daozi," the Holy Lord said with a smile, "According to the clan rules of the Myriad Flowers Blessed Land, Daozi receives 20% of the profits, the clan leader receives 30%, and the remaining 50% is kept in the Holy Land for daily needs."

Several female disciples stepped forward, carrying silver platters.

The Fifth Elder secretly transmitted his voice, saying, "Young Master, it's up to you whether you take these immortal coins or not. As for the Myriad Flowers Banquet, it's actually a martial arts competition. Countless geniuses from remote areas of a hundred countries will compete, and after one round, ninety percent will be eliminated. The remaining ten percent of the best will be sent directly to the capital. They will first be intercepted by Fufeng, Zhaojing, Fengyi, and the Academy of Rites, and then the losers will be sent to other holy lands."

At the mountainside, tens of thousands of prodigies lined up, waiting to enter the blessed land for training. Only the top ten were qualified to stay in the Fufeng Holy Land. As outer disciples, most of the prodigies were in the lower five realms, but two or three had advanced to the seventh realm of pseudo-core.

Jiang He's eyes flickered slightly.

The Blessed Land of Myriad Flowers, controlled by the Jiang Clan and the Fufeng Holy Land, which is closest to the capital, should be of good quality. However, the Blessed Land is still in the Bronze Age. In comparison, his Gluttony Blessed Land of Chasing the Deer should be very valuable. After all, even a stray dog ​​on the roadside is essentially a seventh-level pseudo-core, equivalent to ordinary gold.

Jiang He took the two hundred Winter Solstice coins from the silver plate. According to the basic information from the descent, these divine coins had some value, with subtle differences distinguished by the twenty-four solar terms.

With just 10,000 coins, an ordinary spiritual weapon can be upgraded all the way to a semi-divine weapon, which is a sub-legendary level. If you can find a suitable rare treasure, and spend another 10,000 divine coins to refine it, it is not difficult to upgrade it to a divine weapon/legendary item.

However, the highest level is only legendary, because the world energy level is the fifth level. The holy spirit level great immortal weapon, which is extremely rare, is controlled by those at the fourteenth and fifteenth realms. These two realms are also known as the lost two realms. These kinds of people are usually elusive and rarely seen.

"Dragon Spear has been fed with four legendary items so far, and it still needs three more to advance. Since we have the means, we should naturally choose the most suitable ones," Jiang He thought to himself.

The incense offerings of mortals, mixed with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, become divine money. These ten thousand prodigies also bear the responsibility of entering the blessed land to find divine money, and at the same time, they serve as an important ranking standard.

Jiang He suddenly said, "Coincidentally, I also have a prodigy here. Why don't we enter the blessed land together?"

The elders exchanged glances, not daring to refuse. The Holy Lord smiled and said, "What the Daoist says, no one in Fufeng dares to disobey."

Jiang He nodded, and with a slight lift of his sword finger, a gate as tall as a person rose from the ground. Some elders were secretly surprised, as this move of the Heavenly Dao Technique had already acquired an inexplicable divine charm.

A burly man stepped out from behind the door, his face fierce and menacing. It was Ajiu, who was now only at the Gold Elite level and was in charge of handling affairs of the Great Jing Dynasty.

"God of Fortune." Jiang He casually gave him a name, intending for Ajiu to become the full-time steward of the Gluttony Paradise.

"Your Majesty," Fushin whispered, "who are we to kill?"

Jiang He waved his hand, indicating that the other party did not need to bother.

"An eighth-level Golden Core cultivator?"

"He looks very energetic and young!"

"Wouldn't that make him the same kind of person as the Holy Son!"

The elders whispered among themselves, secretly communicating that the Holy Son of Fufeng Holy Land was at the Golden Core stage. He had previously been considered a perfect match for Jian Buyao, the daughter of the Holy Lord, but now that Jian Buyao was to become the maid of the Jiang family's Daoist son, the Holy Land had issued an order forbidding any further gossip.

The Holy Lord of Fufeng glanced at the Fifth Elder, who had a half-smile on his face, and looked somewhat annoyed. This elder's great supernatural ability to spread mist and hear people's voices was something he had tried his best to hide. Moreover, the Holy Son was also very sensible and had long since given up on the matter.

"Buyao, what are you standing there for? Quickly pour tea for Daozi!"

Jian Buyao, dressed in a snow-white robe, was as aloof as an immortal. At this moment, she frowned slightly, somewhat unwilling, but the Holy Lord was, after all, her biological father. He had sent her away for her safety, and their affection was genuine.

“Brother Ye Tian, ​​my heart has died since your passing.”

Jian Buyao smiled bitterly to herself as she stepped forward gracefully, lifting the Wan Hua Teapot with her delicate hand. The fragrance, like that of snow lotus, seemed to make the flower tea even more mellow.

Jiang He reached out and covered the teacup, saying calmly, "I only drink alcohol."

Since he is not used to drinking tea, there is no reason for him to force himself to do so.

The Holy Lord of Fufeng's expression hardened slightly; the Dao Child was clearly dissatisfied!

"What a wretched girl! Hurry up and fetch some wine! You've been so uncivilized in entertaining the Daoist Master. As the Holy Maiden of such a great lineage, do you have no manners at all?!"

Jian Buyao was unusually annoyed, but the allure in her eyes was even stronger. The Holy Lord seemed to be a different person today. What else did he want from her? Did he have to please her in public to satisfy him?

Not far away, the Holy Son of Fufeng was also somewhat annoyed. Jian Buyao was too tactless. If the Holy Land was handed over to other lineages by the Jiang family, his status would plummet.

The Holy Son of Fufeng immediately bowed and stepped forward, deliberately flattering, "Please wait a moment, Daoist, I will go and fetch the Myriad Flower Immortal Wine."

"How ridiculous!"

"Who is it!" the elder of punishments glared angrily.

From the mountainside, a young man strode over, removing his disguise to reveal a somewhat handsome face. His expression was full of mockery as he spoke bluntly:

"For a Holy Son to willingly become a lackey is utterly shameful and disgraceful to the Holy Land. I, Ye Tian, ​​will stand up today to demand justice and seek guidance from the Holy Son!"

"You dare to challenge me!" Fu Feng Holy Son roared in fury. The reputation of being a lackey was far too heavy a burden for a young prodigy.

The Holy Lord narrowed his eyes; something was wrong.

Sure enough, the next moment, the Supreme Elder stepped forward and said, seemingly introducing, "Ye Tian, ​​with the cultivation of a seventh-level pseudo-core cultivator, performed well in the Hundred Kingdoms Martial Arts Competition. The Lingxi Heavenly Lord of the Li Dynasty once stood up for him. The Lingxi Heavenly Lord is a mid-level ascension cultivator and has also become a Daoist partner with the Qingyuan Saint Lord. He has quite a background."

The Fifth Elder secretly transmitted a message to Jiang He.

Neither Lingxi Tianjun nor Qingyuan Shengzhu are top-tier ascendants, but the latter was once the first female disciple of the Jiang Clan's Grand Elder, and their relationship is ambiguous. The former's origins are unclear. As for Ye Tian, ​​he seems to be targeting Fufeng Shengzi, but he is probably just a pawn. The Jiang Clan's Grand Elder clearly has designs on both Fufeng Holy Land and the new Daoist.

"Please observe the situation calmly, young master," the Fifth Elder said earnestly. "My elder brother is also very concerned about the core issues of the Fufeng Holy Land."

Jiang He remained noncommittal.

[Executor's Exclusive Notification: You have encountered the Chosen One, Ye Tian]
From the left, the Holy Lord spoke, "Holy Son."

"Disciple is here." The Holy Son of Fufeng suppressed his anger and bowed in greeting.

“Ye Tian,” the Holy Lord said again.

Ye Tian was somewhat unwilling, but also wary of the Holy Lord's strength, so he could only cup his hands and say, "Disciple is here."

The Holy Lord's expression was indifferent as he said, "Today, the Dao Child has arrived, and everyone in the Holy Land is respectful. You juniors, if you have any problems, resolve them in the Blessed Land of Myriad Flowers. Do not disturb him."

Ye Tian was startled and hurriedly said, "But Holy Maiden..."

The Holy Lord smiled insincerely and said, "What does the Holy Maiden have to do with you? If you want to preach in the hall, you should at least be a hero of the time and first reach the Golden Core Realm."

Ye Tian was secretly surprised and suspicious.

For some unknown reason, he disliked Daozi very much when he first saw him. And it was obvious that the Holy Lord did not intend to sell his daughter for personal gain. The other party was hinting that he should advance to the Golden Core stage as soon as possible and then directly challenge Daozi. In this case, Daozi must have coerced him first and taken a fancy to Yao'er's beauty.

"Ye Tian obeys."

The Elder of Punishments snorted coldly and sent the prodigies into the Blessed Land of Myriad Flowers. The Holy Son of Fufeng also entered, and before descending, he heard the Holy Lord's instructions in his ear.

"Kill this nonsensical thing."

"Disciple accepts the order."

Fu Feng Shengzi gave a sinister smile.

……

on the mountain.

As the prodigies entered the blessed land.

The atmosphere became harmonious again.

The Holy Lord secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Ye Tian had almost caused a major incident. The Supreme Elder had undoubtedly turned against him and must be connected with the Holy Lord Qingyuan, who coveted his position.

"Daozi has a good drinker!"

"Truly a celestial beauty."

Suddenly, Jiang He spoke up: "Just now, Ye Tian slandered the Holy Son as a lackey. Why did none of you say anything?"

Jian Buyao was startled. She was initially overjoyed by Ye Tian's appearance, but now she was filled with anxiety. Her joy and worry caused her to sway slightly.

A moment of silence.

The Supreme Elder laughed and said, "Being able to serve as Daozi's lackey is ultimately his blessing."

Jiang He calmly said, "What I mean is, can any ant become my lackey?"

The Fifth Elder chuckled. Indeed, it was true. The Grand Elder himself was more likely to come as a pawn of the Immortal Clan's Dao Child. A fake core was common in the clan; there was no need to borrow it.

The Holy Lord looked anxious, but secretly added fuel to the fire, saying, "The Supreme Lord had no such intention. Please forgive him, Daoist. He was just eager to nurture talent."

Jiang He glanced coldly at the Holy Lord and said, "I want to investigate Ye Tian's offensive words. I wonder what the Holy Lord's intention is?"

The Holy Lord clasped his hands in a fist and replied, "Let the Daoist punish me as he sees fit; the Holy Land will not object."

"No!" the Grand Elder exclaimed in alarm.

Ye Tian was the disciple he secretly took in. Although there was an element of using him at first, as they spent more and more time together, he had long regarded him as his own flesh and blood. Moreover, he also had to give an explanation to Lingxi Tianjun and could not sit idly by and watch Ye Tian be punished.

Whoosh!
The Holy Lord looked shocked and suddenly stood up.

The elders all changed color, and some even brought out their magical treasures.

The Fifth Elder's pupils widened in shock as he saw a slender sword light erupt from Daozi's fingertip, slicing through space and splitting the Supreme Elder in two. His immortal body was destroyed, and his blood and soul were completely pulverized. The speed and ferocity of this sword strike were simply unfathomable.

With a single sword strike, the twelve immortals fell.

[Note: Your Enemy Value has increased to 15% due to the killing of the Child of Destiny's master]
Killing a mere peak-level hero was no challenge for Yu Jianghe.

The next moment, Jiang He flung out his cloak, activated his spatial authority, and the Myriad Flower Blessed Land, which had been suppressed by the Hundred Palaces among the mountains, detached itself and fell into his palm, where it was only the size of a compass.

All living beings are now held lightly in my palm.

The Holy Lord could no longer sit still and exclaimed in astonishment, "Daoist Child, this is..."

Jiang He said indifferently, "Naturally, we should investigate Ye Tian's crimes, but all of you geniuses are training in the blessed land. I am kind-hearted and do not want to interrupt you. Since that is the case, I, Jiang, will have to keep the Myriad Flowers Blessed Land safe for you."

The Holy Lord gritted his teeth inwardly. He finally understood why the Daoist had remained silent earlier. The other party had set his sights on the entire Blessed Land of Myriad Flowers, and his appetite was astonishingly large.

The Fifth Elder blocked the Holy Lord from stepping forward, then turned back and transmitted his voice with a hint of helplessness, "Daoist Child, although the Myriad Flowers Blessed Land doesn't belong to the Immortal Clan, it still receives half of its profits as tribute every year. This is the lifeblood of the Fufeng Holy Lord's lineage. Logically speaking, we should..."

Jiang He waved his hand, "When has he ever reasoned with anyone?"

Since he held the life of the 14th Realm Elder in his hands, he didn't care about the feelings of the 13th Realm Saint Lord. If Fufeng Holy Land hadn't belonged to the Jiang Clan, the tea this Saint Lord drank would have been filled with the sins of having his spatial authority quietly replaced.

"I will accept the maidservants prepared by the Holy Land."

As the dragon palanquin descended, Jiang He single-handedly grabbed Jian Buyao, completely ignoring the elders present.

"Daozi..." The Holy Lord was unusually angry, "He is lawless."

The Fifth Elder shook his head and said, "I am powerless to help."

The old patriarch regarded Jiang Wuyang as his lifeblood and would absolutely not allow him to punish him. Even if the act of forcibly taking the Blessed Land of Ten Thousand Flowers was indeed quite excessive, he would probably just laugh it off.

Of course, what's even more astonishing is that Daozi actually killed the Supreme Elder with a single sword strike today. To be honest, the Fifth Elder admitted that he didn't really want to strain his relationship with Daozi, since the value of the Fifteenth Master had already been proven.

(End of this chapter)