Yang Hong was well aware of the Immortal and Buddhist alliances' thoughts:
Every man for himself.
The resources in heaven and earth were finite. Once unrestricted cultivation was allowed for all, resources would become scarce.
This would lead to not only insufficient distribution of normal resources but also endless disputes, wars, and destruction.
And these high-ranking cultivators, dwelling in the immortal world, cared most about the insufficiency of cultivation resources.
When words fail, silence is golden. Yang Hong saw no point in trying to persuade Patriarch Chaoyang and Monk Wangyuan any further.
"Fellow Daoist Yang, please consider our proposal carefully."
"I will."
In the teleportation array of Qingxun Plain, Patriarch Chaoyang exhorted him again, but Yang Hong merely offered a perfunctory reply.
With a wave of his hand, he sent the two away, having no desire to waste any more words.
Just as he turned to leave the teleportation array, he spotted a plump figure acting suspiciously in the Qingkong Willow forest.
"Qing Zhongying? Is there something you need from this seat?"
Yang Hong's shout made the plump figure vanish in a flash of green light.
"Little fatty, come out. No need to hide. If you keep hiding, I'm leaving."
Saying this, he turned and walked out of the forest.
"Master, Master, wait! Zhongying needs you. It's just a small matter."
As he spoke, a very stout young man, only 150 cm tall and with a waistline of at least 100 cm, emerged from behind a Qingkong Willow tree and hurried towards Yang Hong.
Upon reaching Yang Hong, the little fatty immediately knelt down and looked at Yang Hong pleadingly, but remained silent.
"If you have something to say, say it. If not, get lost."
Seeing the little fatty's act, Yang Hong frowned and barked impatiently.
This was the little fatty's bad habit: whenever he caused trouble, he would look at Yang Hong with pleading eyes. Initially, he had been moved by those eyes and had forgiven him several times, even cleaning up his mess.
But after repeated occurrences, Yang Hong had become immune to his gaze.
"Master, my subordinate's territory has been invaded. You must seek justice for me."
"Go find Ye Yudong yourself. If you can defeat them, then fight. If not, then back down."
With that, Yang Hong turned to leave.
Qingkong Willow tree demons were all mischievous and troublesome. They were the ones who bullied others; how could they be bullied? Even if they couldn't win, they possessed spatial talent and could teleport away instantly.
To this day, not a single Qingkong Willow tree demon had died.
This little fatty had likely bullied everyone else and had now come seeking help.
"Master, I can't even defeat Ye Yudong. The opponent is from the Qian Yuan Sword Sect, one of the Ten Great Immortal Sects."
"Oh? You've already planted a teleportation array near the Qian Yuan Sword Sect?
Not bad, not bad. Quite diligent."
Upon hearing of the Qian Yuan Sword Sect, Yang Hong smiled. It was one of the Ten Great Immortal Sects, and an old acquaintance at that.
"Yes, Master, we are very diligent. We have planted teleportation arrays throughout the other five major continents of the Taiyuan Continent. Now, only the territories of the Seven Great Immortal Sects and the Three Great Buddhist Sects remain."
"Oh, right. Next, we plan to head overseas and plant teleportation arrays in the Myriad Demon Sea Domain."
Speaking of their achievements, Qing Zhongying, the little fatty, puffed out his chest with pride.
"Alright, little fatty, you are truly diligent.
Get up, and I'll accompany you to the Qian Yuan Sword Sect.
Since we are old acquaintances, it's best to avoid conflict if possible."
"Heh heh! With Master here, the clowns of the Qian Yuan Sword Sect will surely be submissive immediately!"
"Flatterer, let's go. Activate the teleportation array."
Smiling, Yang Hong gently kicked the little fatty's behind. He didn't believe the fatty could make the Qian Yuan Sword Sect completely submissive.
"Alright, Master, watch this."
With a flash of silver light, the two instantly disappeared. When they reappeared, they were in a valley sixty-five billion miles away.
Following this, there were seventy-seven more teleportations, ranging from a few million miles to hundreds of millions of miles.
The teleportation distance of the spiritual plant teleportation array was limited not only by the grade of the Qingkong Willow tree but also by the amount of spiritual energy stored in the array.
Therefore, they could only advance through this relay method of continuous teleportation.
As for teleportation arrays made of void crystals, they could teleport as long as spiritual stones were loaded, according to their grade. However, teleportation arrays above the seventh rank required top-grade spiritual stones, and such treasures were not something everyone could afford.
For example, Qingfeng Villa had earned a fortune in recent years through the trade of grain seeds, with income exceeding trillions of spiritual stones. Yet, they had barely managed to accumulate over ten thousand top-grade spiritual stones.
Although theoretically, one top-grade spiritual stone was worth one million low-grade spiritual stones, if one exchanged low-grade spiritual stones for top-grade ones, the actual exchange rate was 2 million to 1.
Furthermore, they were available in name but not in reality.
Therefore, long-distance teleportation remained a very luxurious endeavor on the Taiyuan Continent.
Unless one possessed their own teleportation array, like Yang Hong.
"Master, from here, going southwest for six thousand miles, there is an affiliated city of the Qian Yuan Sword Sect. We can take a normal teleportation array from there directly to the Qian Yuan Sword Sect."
Emerging from the last teleportation array, Yang Hong and the tree demon had already traveled over 47.8 billion miles, crossing nearly half of the Taiyuan Continent.
"Six thousand miles? Let me see."
Upon hearing the figure of six thousand miles, Yang Hong extended his divine sense. In the next moment, he located a sizable immortal city in the southwest direction.
"Let's go."
Yang Hong commanded softly. The spatial laws emanating from his body, guided by his divine sense, opened the space before them, connecting it to a point six thousand miles away.
In an instant, the two appeared in a deserted corner of this immortal city.
After two more ordinary teleportations, Yang Hong arrived in a colossal immortal city, spanning over ten thousand square miles—the Qian Yuan Immortal City.
This was the Qian Yuan Sect's publicly visible stronghold in the immortal world.
Upon exiting the teleportation array, Yang Hong could feel the sharp sword intent permeating everywhere.
Walking down the street, the buildings on either side were mostly in the shape of swords. The most common were shops shaped like flying swords, suspended along both sides of the street.
The most prevalent shops were those related to sword cultivators.
This was the holy land of sword cultivators.
And at the center of this holy land stood a mountain less than a thousand feet high, occupying an area of less than a hundred square miles, shaped like a sword hilt. This was the Qian Yuan Sword Sect's stronghold—Shoujian Mountain.
"Master, I'm scared. I don't dare to go further."
Yang Hong and Qing Zhongying reached within ten miles of Shoujian Mountain, and Qing Zhongying, his face pale, faltered.
The terrifying sword energy emanating from Shoujian Mountain made it impossible for him to move forward. Approaching within ten miles was already his limit.
"Very well, you can wait here."
"Okay, Xiao Qing wishes Master immediate success and the subjugation of the Qian Yuan Sword Sect."
Yang Hong did not force Qing Zhongying to ascend the mountain. Qingkong Willow tree demons excelled in spatial laws and teleportation; they were powerless against other artistic conceptions and laws.
Specialization was normal.
Flicking the little flatterer's forehead, Yang Hong stepped forward.
*Hum hum~ kuang kuang~ ka ka~*
As soon as he crossed the ten-mile boundary, Yang Hong felt countless sword cries, some muffled and heavy, some clear and cheerful, some passionate, some cold…
All the sword intents, whether he had seen them before or not, were present here, forming a torrent of sword intent that seemed poised to drown him.
"Is this the Qian Yuan Sword Sect's way of welcoming guests?
Yang Hong of Qingfeng Villa requests an audience with Nine Sword True Person of the Qian Yuan Sword Sect."
He might not have eaten pork, but he had seen pigs run, hadn't he?
The torrent of sword intent he faced was clearly being manipulated.
"Sect Leader Yang, please ascend the mountain. The Qian Yuan Sword Sect welcomes you with open arms."
A gentle and calm voice came from within the torrent of sword intent. It seemed genuinely devoid of malice,
but the intensity of the sword intent surged again.
Clearly, the Qian Yuan Sword Sect intended to test Yang Hong's strength.
"Very well, then I shall ascend."
Yang Hong's eyes widened slightly, and he responded loudly. His figure then shot forward like lightning.