Haotian's Counterattack: Summoning the Twelve Golden Immortals to Heaven as Officials

The Lingxiao Treasure Hall now held only Haotian and Yaochi.

Yaochi looked at Haotian and could not help speaking.

"Senior Brother..."

"Yuanshi... He has used Yao Ji's matter to pressure us time and time again, making us lose all face."

"Are we really just going to let this matter go?"

Venerable Lord Yuanshi had gone too far!

From the moment Yao Ji's matter was discovered, he had pressed them at every step, leaving them not the slightest bit of dignity.

She could not swallow this insult!

Haotian slowly raised his head. In his deep eyes, suppressed fury churned like raging waves.

"Let it go?"

His voice was cold, utterly devoid of emotion.

"How could we possibly let it go?"

"Yuanshi treats me as if I were nothing, humiliating me time and time again."

"In his eyes, you and I are probably still nothing more than the two Daoist boys who stood before the gates of Zixiao Palace back then, boys he could scold at will!"

"I'll remember every single part of this debt."

Yaochi walked behind him and gently took his hand.

She understood Haotian. He was absolutely not someone who would endure humiliation in silence.

After suffering such disgrace today, he would certainly retaliate.

However, the other party was a lofty Heavenly Dao Sage, the Dao Ancestor's personal disciple.

How easy could it be to deal with him?

"Senior Brother, I understand how you feel."

"What are you planning to do?"

A sharp glint flashed through Haotian's eyes as he spoke, each word deliberate.

"I plan to summon the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect to Heaven as officials!"

"What?"

Yaochi was stunned when she heard this, almost thinking she had misheard him.

"Senior Brother! You... have you gone mad?"

She hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Haotian's arm.