"If several more people join forces, and their goals aren't aligned, they can surely capture and kill this man." I spoke calmly, but Ziyang Zhen was already accustomed to the murderous intent I kept hidden beneath the surface. He said, "I'll invite a few more sword immortals, such as Fellow Daoists Qian, Hu, and Fan. Let's see how he escapes then!"
Provoking a true expert—especially a sword immortal who had roamed the world—was actually a dangerous move. Still, I believed the other side had made preparations long ago, so we could not afford to underestimate them.
Afterward, we discussed the formation and whom to invite as reinforcements. Ziyang Zhen was also quite candid, openly and subtly mentioning the identities behind these fellow Daoists. Most of them were figures of great importance within the Dao Alliance: some were supreme sect masters from major sects, some controlled major central powers, and some were sword immortals renowned throughout the world. In any case, every one of them had a reputation more illustrious than Ziyang Zhen's own. This was certainly not him showing off; he was repaying my kindness. Since I had saved his disciple, he was willing to bring out all his resources for this matter. Whether I could win over these mighty figures would depend on my own ability.
After all, he had spent these years running around for his disciple and was already mentally and physically exhausted. He was deeply afraid that if he let his tightly drawn string snap, he would immediately die in meditation and fail my expectations. Thus, he had dragged them all here in one fell swoop.
"I did collect some longevity fruit from that Transcendent Immortal. It can suppress the corrupting aura, and after eating it, you should still be able to live another ten or