Chapter 1958: Chapter 721: Molan Court, Peace Conference! The Rise and Fall of the Purple Mansion?
This name is somewhat familiar; it is precisely that Nascent Soul Middle Stage expert who was ambushed by Blood Phantom Mo Luo during the Cold Light Island incident years ago.
He managed to escape that ambush by a stroke of luck. Although he survived, his vitality was greatly diminished.
It is said that even after recovering from his injuries later, his realm could never be improved again in his lifetime.
This caused his temper to become increasingly irritable. During the subsequent century-long war between righteousness and demons, he was ruthless. Of the twelve lords of the Mo Luo Stream, two were either killed or injured at his hands.
"I also can’t understand why the Great Power Li would send him to negotiate. Doesn’t he want to quickly facilitate peace?"
In the torrential rain of Molan Court, True Master Langya looked at the glints coming and going in the rain curtain with a heart full of confusion.
Luo Chen, dressed in white, stroked the railing and chuckled lightly, "If even Mu Lan Gaoxiong can conclude this matter, it shows that the benefits Mo Luo Stream is relinquishing are incredibly great, so much so that even the aggrieved Mu Lan Gaoxiong is willing to agree to a ceasefire, isn’t it?"
True Master Langya was taken aback, then laughed wryly.
It seems that’s the logic?
If Great Power Li Canghai has a mind to, he can extinguish these clownish acts of Mo Luo Stream at any time.
The fact that he doesn’t do so might have its reasons, but it doesn’t mean Mo Luo Stream can be wantonly impudent; their posture must be low enough.
The arrival of Mu Lan Gaoxiong would push the already sufficiently low head even lower!
"I am quite curious, the courage Mo Luo Stream has to stir up war comes from the Penglai Immortal Sect, yet in this meeting, I don’t see a trace of Penglai cultivators!"
Unexpectedly, True Master Langya chuckled.
"Friend, you’re somewhat unaware. Who says there’s no trace? The mediator in charge is one of the Four Great Elders of the North Sea Tianyuan Business Alliance, doesn’t his position represent the Penglai Immortal Sect?"
Luo Chen was stunned, then quickly showed a knowing smile.
Indeed, his speculation from back then was right.
Behind Penglai Immortal Sect, it really is the Tianyuan Business... no, Tianyuan Daoist Sect!
It’s just, the power to both play the competitor and judge is indeed absurdly great.
Below, during the rain, several rays of light stopped at this moment.
The sound of quarrel could be vaguely heard.
That would be the Golden Core Cultivators of the Mo Luo Stream and the Canghai Alliance at odds.
After a century of friction followed by a century of war, the grudges and feuds between them have long been uncountable.
At this moment, when enemies meet, their eyes truly bleed with fury.
Even though there are orders from above, nobody can control their mouth from spitting harsh words.
"Fight, then fight, my Black Wing Island is not afraid of you!"
"Haha, indeed not afraid, these thirty years you were beaten to the point of not being able to lift your head, unable to retaliate, and even Blood Nightmare Mo Luo’s lair had to be given up for negotiation, yet you still stubbornly refuse to admit it."
"You!"
"You what? I remember clearly the time you led a sneak attack on Tianxing Sea. Twenty years ago, you retaliated against Feiyun Jian and massacred three thousand cultivators up and down; even my sister who married into Feiyun Jian died at the hands of Old Ghost Kang. Where is he now, why doesn’t he dare to come to Molan Court today? I, Bi Dan, must settle this score with him and with your Black Wing Island!"
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The harsh words between Golden Core Cultivators weren’t just formidably aggressive but filled with murderous intent.
On the high tower, the two Nascent Soul True Masters listened quietly, neither of them spoke.
After a while, True Master Langya gently sighed.
"My ninth disciple, though not extraordinarily gifted, had some skill. Yet he was killed by a Golden Core expert from the Penglai Immortal Sect named Yu Gao. Now that Penglai has retreated, I don’t even have the opportunity to demand an explanation."
Luo Chen had a puzzled expression.
True Master Langya smiled wryly, "It appears I’ve amused you. The strength of the Penglai Immortal Sect is formidable; they have more than one Post-Nascent Cultivator. I must admit, I overestimated myself."
Luo Chen quickly put away his peculiar expression.
"True Master, don’t belittle yourself. In this world, is there any sect that stands forever unbeaten? As strong as the Yuan Mo Sect was, it has turned into a thing of the past. The Penglai Immortal Sect might not shine for much longer either. As they say, a gentleman’s revenge is never too late, even after ten years. For us Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators, we can wait a few hundred years; there will always be an opportunity."
Comforted, True Master Langya seemed somewhat relieved.
Not wanting to see the below situation, filled with tensions yet unfulfilled, he turned back towards his room.
Before leaving, he asked.
"There is a small gathering among True Masters this afternoon. Would you like to attend? Langya does not claim to be talented, but I could introduce you."
"In that case, it would be impolite to decline."
Luo Chen nodded and smiled.
After he left, Luo Chen’s gaze was as sharp as a torch, staring intensely at the Golden Core Cultivator in the rain shouting frantically for blood debts to be paid.
A ray of Divine Consciousness was sent forth.
Sang Jinghe, who was resting in the room, was momentarily stunned, then quietly stepped into the rain.