Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

Xia Jinren was numb and turned to look at Qin Tianjun.

Although the two hadn't gotten along well before, at this moment only Qin Tianjun could give him some serious advice.

Qin Tianjun thought about it carefully for a while, then nodded and said, "It's feasible."

Xia Jin closed his eyes, opened them a few breaths later, gritted his teeth and said, "Done."

"I've disliked that old bastard for a long time. I'd rather lose this identity; I'm still a sect disciple. Let him come find me at the sect if he dares."

Now that the decision has been made, there's no time to procrastinate.

The five left the sect and traveled to Tianling Immortal City via a teleportation array.

Of the twenty-three immortal cities in Yunzhou, Tianling Immortal City has the largest number of mortals in the vicinity.

The Immortal City is surrounded by five great imperial dynasties and hundreds of mortal dynasties, with a population of hundreds of billions. The Great Xia Dynasty is one of them.

Tianling Immortal City naturally has a teleportation array set up by the Great Xia Dynasty.

The cultivator in charge of the teleportation array hesitated when he saw the five people arrive—five Core Formation cultivators, each with an imposing aura.

Xia Jin revealed his identity as the prince of the Great Xia Dynasty, while Lin Zhao and the others revealed their sect tokens from the Yunhai Cangming Sect.

The cultivator's expression changed several times, and he dared not ask any more questions, obediently letting them pass.

The 138 domains and 23 immortal cities of Yunzhou are all essentially subordinate forces of the Yunhai Cangming Sect.

When the disciples of the Holy Sect used the teleportation array, no one dared to stop them.

Only after exiting the teleportation array did Lin Zhao truly see the grandeur of the Great Xia Dynasty.

It was indeed bustling, with magnificent flying cars and spirit boats traversing the sky, and cultivators flowing in droves. The atmosphere of mortal life and the grandeur of immortals blended together, making it no less impressive than some immortal cities.

There were fewer cultivators; most were ordinary people.

The five did not fly, but walked to the residence of True Lord Qingmiao; after all, they were not really there to kill people.

This is, after all, the capital of the Great Xia Dynasty, a place where tens of millions of ordinary people gather. If a fight were to break out here, too many innocent people would be affected.

Moreover, the Great Xia Dynasty has four Nascent Soul True Monarchs. Besides True Monarch Qingmiao, there are three others. Those three cannot simply sit idly by and watch them attack the Nascent Soul stage.

Pei Yue instructed Xia Jin to send a message to the other three Nascent Soul cultivators, explaining their purpose and making things clear so that things wouldn't completely spiral out of control.

Xia Jin did as instructed, but his expression remained uneasy.

"Did we make too much noise?"

He lowered his voice, "If the True Lord of Loulan finds out, this plan might change."

Qin Tianjun seemed to know something, and said briefly, "If the sect wants him dead, he can't live." Then he stopped talking.

Pei Yue took over and explained: "Loulan Zhenjun has not been in the Nascent Soul stage for a hundred years. The reason he was able to cause such a commotion before was mainly because Taixu Zhenjun was holding him back in Tongming Immortal City. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to cause any trouble."

He might not even be able to grasp all the information in the Ming Domain, let alone other domains.

We have sect tokens, which allow us to access most of the information in Yunzhou at will, and use teleportation arrays freely.

"Loulan Zhenjun has no connection with the five of us whatsoever. Who would have thought we would team up to hunt him down?"

Xia Jin nodded and said no more. He wasn't the original target of this plan.

The five men strode across the long street, exuding confidence and power.

Wherever he went, whether they were Foundation Establishment cultivators or scions of powerful dynasties, they all automatically made way for him. Some people followed behind to watch the spectacle, while others tried to approach and question him, but were stopped by people lurking in the shadows.

Half an hour later, the five arrived at the territory of True Lord Qingmiao.

It was a green pagoda several hundred feet tall, its body covered with array patterns. There was a large open space for more than ten miles around it, with only a few scattered buildings. Most of the people living here were disciples of True Lord Qingmiao.

As the five approached, several cultivators stepped forward, their expressions arrogant: "Who are you, daring to cause trouble here?"

The group exchanged glances; their message had been intercepted.

Since those Nascent Soul True Monarchs didn't step in to stop it, it means they won't get involved.

Lin Zhao raised his hand and swept away the surrounding buildings with a single slap. Where the spiritual light fell, bricks and stones turned to dust, and trees were snapped at the roots.

The powerful pressure forced these disciples to their knees. The few Core Formation cultivators in the lead tried to struggle, but Pei Yue and the others each made their moves and suppressed them in place.

As Lin Zhao made his move, a white array diagram silently unfolded in the sky, the Great Xia Dynasty's city-protecting array.

A white fog rose over a radius of more than ten miles, completely obscuring the area, and from that moment on, people outside could not see anything.

Lin Zhao flew into the sky, her crimson and golden phoenix robes fluttering in the wind, and five-colored spiritual light swirling around her.

Two illusory figures, a crimson-feathered golden phoenix and a five-colored spirit dragon, appeared one after another, circling around him, making him appear as if a god had descended.

He looked down at him, his voice not loud, but each word was delivered with deliberate force: "Now that I have descended upon this place, Qing Miao, why don't you come out to greet me?"

The tower trembled slightly, and a magnificent aura surged out from it, condensing above into a spiritual energy face a hundred feet in size.

That face looked down at Lin Zhao, and was taken aback at first. But when he realized that the other party was only at the mid-stage of Core Formation, he was filled with rage.

"How dare you, you mere ants, offend me!"

Lin Zhao stopped wasting words, and the Fire Spirit Yuan Shield flew out. The Fire Spirit Flame God descended with a roar, its hundreds-of-foot-long crimson body completely solidified, like an ancient god emerging from flames.

It spread its arms, and an endless storm of fire erupted from Lin Zhao in all directions.

Within a ten-mile radius, flames surged like waves. The hundred-foot-tall face formed from spiritual energy was engulfed by the flames and burned to ashes in an instant. The disciples kneeling on the ground were also completely swallowed up by the flames, leaving not even ashes behind.

All four of them were somewhat surprised.

They all knew that Lin Zhao's Fire Spirit Yuan Shield had advanced to the fourth-tier magic weapon, but they did not expect that this magic weapon could actually summon a Fire Spirit Flame God comparable to a Nascent Soul Dharma Body.

A fiery storm swirled upwards, completely enveloping the hundreds-of-foot-tall green tower, as if it wanted to forcibly refine this fourth-tier magic weapon.

The Green Pagoda, scorched by the flames, began to slowly shrink, eventually becoming a small pagoda the size of a palm, which fell into the hands of a gloomy old man.

Indeed, it is Lord Qingmiao.

Qingmiao Zhenjun had a thin face and high cheekbones. He stood surrounded by flames, his face ashen. "Don't think that just because you are a member of the Holy Sect, I won't dare to kill you," he said through gritted teeth.

Lin Zhao seemed unafraid.

"I am a secret disciple guarding the Holy Sect. How could you, an old bastard, possibly kill me?"

He raised his hand and took out two items.

A life-saving jade talisman, a bolt of golden divine lightning.

Both items exuded the aura of the Nascent Soul level, especially the golden divine lightning, which even made True Monarch Qingmiao's eyelids twitch.

Lin Zhao held the two items tightly in his hands, as if he was about to smash them down at any moment.

"I accepted the invitation of Qingyou Zhenjun, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, to visit the Nether Bone Domain."

As the pride of our sect, we naturally cannot be impolite when we go out as guests. Why don't we ask the Great Xia Dynasty to lend us a fourth-tier magic weapon to save face?

Is it excessive? Is it excessive?