Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

Three Golden Pills were enough to sway three Qingyun Sect elders at the peak of the Celestial Immortal realm.

Increases the chance of breaking through to the Golden Immortal realm by 30%!

A treasure of the Golden Immortal level, even in the myriad realms of today.

They are also very few and far between.

Within the Qingyun Sect, apart from the Zhuxian Sword, which absorbed the killing energy of the entire Taotie Continent and was nurtured for a hundred years to barely reach the level of the second level of the Golden Immortal Realm, there was nothing else.

There was no second one.

This demonstrates the determination and resolve of the Qin state this time.

But, being moved is one thing.

Dao Xuan was not the kind of person who coveted external things.

"No need," he said calmly. "Just leave."

"You're too kind, sir." Shang Yang bowed even deeper.

"Our Great Qin is indeed suspected of using a real person this time, and we are truly uneasy about it."

These items are an apology and a token of sincerity.

If the true master does not accept this offer, the entire Qin Dynasty will be unable to eat or sleep in peace.

I hope the real person will grant my request.

These words were spoken with sincerity and humility.

Liu Bowen and the others were amazed.

He truly lived up to Shang Yang's reputation.

They can bend and stretch, they can scheme and they can bow their heads.

To achieve one's goal, face and treasures can both be abandoned.

This wisdom and courage are truly terrifying.

Dao Xuan remained silent for a moment.

He understood Shang Yang's meaning.

This is not just an apology, but also a "statement".

The Qin Dynasty was willing to pay a price in exchange for his "not pursuing the matter" and for a chance to "treat Ying Zheng fairly".

"Never mind." Dao Xuan finally spoke, his voice tinged with helplessness.

"Everyone, please leave."

The three treasures flew into the Jade Purity Palace and disappeared.

"Thank you, Master!" A hint of joy flashed in Shang Yang's eyes as he bowed again.

Then, he turned around and looked at Ying Zheng, who had remained silent, his expression turning serious:

"Master, I... have another request."

"Please speak." Dao Xuan did not refuse, having already guessed seven or eight parts of the truth.

"I, Prince Zheng of the Great Qin Dynasty, have always admired the Qingyun Sect and the demeanor of the True Man."

Shang Yang spoke slowly and deliberately.

"I humbly request that the Master... grant him entry into the sect."

Ying Zheng took a deep breath, stepped forward, and bowed deeply towards the direction of Tongtian Peak.

A rare sense of tension rose within me.

Inside the Jade Purity Hall, Dao Xuan looked at the young man in the water mirror, who, though young, possessed a composed and dignified air.

A profound look flashed in his eyes.

"Qingyun Sect," he spoke slowly, his voice echoing throughout the surrounding area, "welcomes anyone to join."

"All you need to do is pass the assessment."

There was no hesitation, no favoritism, only the fairest rules.

Shang Yang and the others were all certain at the same time.

Anyone can join the Qingyun Sect by passing the assessment.

No one can join without passing the assessment.

This is fair and consistent with the Qingyun Sect and Daoxuan's usual style of doing things.

"Thank you, Master!" Shang Yang bowed again.

He turned and looked at Ying Zheng, his gaze complex:

"Young master, the rest... depends on you."

Ying Zheng nodded solemnly.

He bowed respectfully to Shang Yang, Mi Yue, Ying Dang, Bai Qi, and others.

Every movement was meticulous, displaying a composure beyond his years.

The ceremony is over.

With a wave of his hand, Shang Yang sent a gentle force lifting Ying Zheng and slowly carrying him to the foot of Tongtian Peak.

That place is the starting point for the entrance examination of Qingyun Sect.

Shang Yang knew very well that this was before Ying Zheng passed the test and officially became a disciple of the Qingyun Sect.

As long as he remains within the mountain gate's boundaries, he will no longer be in mortal danger.

This is the rule, and also Dao Xuan's promise.

However, just as Ying Zheng's feet touched the ground, preparing to begin climbing the long stone steps...

A sound broke the brief silence.

"Dong Zhongshu of the Great Han Dynasty greets the esteemed Master."

Dong Zhongshu stepped forward and bowed in the direction of Yuqing Hall.

His voice was steady, yet carried an undeniable firmness.

"What is it?" Dao Xuan's voice rang out, as calm as ever.

But a careful listener could detect a subtle hint of coldness in his tone.

"It is truly inappropriate for us to disturb you today, Master," Dong Zhongshu said in a deep voice.

"I, on behalf of the eleven kingdoms, wish to apologize to the True Man."

He paused, then continued, "The purpose of our visit is surely clear to you, Master."

It is indeed inappropriate to resort to violence within the Qingyun Sect. We are willing to withdraw immediately.

only……"

He raised his head, his gaze sharp as lightning, and looked at Ying Zheng at the foot of the mountain:

"Please, Your Excellency, show some leniency and allow us... to take this boy back."

The hearts of everyone in Qin tightened suddenly!

At the foot of the mountain, Ying Zheng's body instantly stiffened.

On Tongtian Peak, countless Qingyun Sect disciples watched this scene through the projection of the mountain-protecting array.

Upon hearing this, they all frowned and looked at Dong Zhongshu and the others with hostility.

Inside the Jade Purity Hall, Dao Xuan remained silent for a moment.

"Inside the Qingyun Sect," his voice rang out again, without any hesitation.

There was no variation in tone, yet it carried an undeniable firmness.

"No violence allowed."

Eight characters.

Set rules.

Upon hearing this, the Qin people finally felt a huge weight lifted from their hearts.

The Qingyun Sect disciples puffed out their chests, their eyes gleaming with pride.

I don't care about your eleven great nations, I don't care about your fifteen golden immortals.

Within my Qingyun Sect, there are no exceptions!

Dong Zhongshu and the others frowned.

"Master," Kublai Khan couldn't contain himself and spoke first, his voice tinged with impatience.

"We have no intention of offending anyone; we simply want to take that person away."

"Such a ruthless display of compassion puts us in a truly difficult position."

"Indeed," Lord Chunshen Huang Xie interjected, "Please, Master... do not force us."

"Amitabha." The Red Venerable Dharma King clasped his hands together, and the Buddha's light shone everywhere.

"Ying Zheng's fate rests on the shoulders of the world. For the sake of the common people, I urge you, Master, to reconsider."

"Real man," Lord Pingyuan Zhao Sheng's voice was even deeper.

"This matter concerns the future of hundreds of millions of lives in the world."

Please, sir... consider the bigger picture."

"Nonsense!" Lü Buwei could no longer contain himself and shouted angrily.

"You dare use mere rumors as an excuse?!"

"If it's just a rumor," Zhang Juzheng sneered, "why does your Qin state value this boy so much?"

"Zheng'er is exceptionally talented and has a bright future. Our Great Qin will naturally value him!" Mi Yue's phoenix eyes flashed with murderous intent, and her voice was icy cold.

Tensions rose again as both sides drew their swords.

"Back off!"

Dao Xuan's voice rang out for the third time.

This time, there were only two words.

But these two words contain an invisible majesty, like a heavenly law descending, irresistible!

An invisible pressure suddenly descended upon the hearts of Dong Zhongshu and the others!

All the unspoken words they uttered, all the momentum they were building up.

All the lurking killing intent was forcefully suppressed at this moment!

It was as if an invisible hand had gripped their throats.

This rendered them unable to make any more noise.

They knew that this number one person in the world had reached the limit of his patience.

Shang Yang, Mi Yue, Ying Dang, and the others exchanged glances and moved in unison.

They retreated to the edge of the Qingyun Mountains.