On Kunlun Mountain, the East Emperor Called to Account

Kunlun Mountain, Yu Xu Palace.

"Reporting to the Sect Leader: East Emperor Taiyi has come to pay a visit."

Yuanshi slowly opened his eyes on the Heaven and Earth Cushion.

In that instant, his gaze pierced straight through Yu Xu Palace and fell upon the two figures before Kunlun Mountain.

A trace of puzzlement appeared in his eyes.

East Emperor Taiyi was one of the Two Great Demon Emperors of the Demon Race Heavenly Court.

But there was no connection between the Chan Sect and the Demon Race Heavenly Court.

What had East Emperor Taiyi come to Kunlun Mountain for?

If it were an ordinary cultivator, he could see them or refuse to see them as he pleased, even if they were a Daluo, let alone a Quasi-Saint.

But East Emperor Taiyi was different.

Nuwa stood behind the Demon Race Heavenly Court.

No matter what, he still had to show Nuwa some respect.

At a thought from Yuanshi, two figures appeared inside Yu Xu Palace.

They were none other than East Emperor Taiyi and Xuan Jun.

The moment they stepped into Yu Xu Palace, East Emperor Taiyi and Xuan Jun felt a wave of pressure bearing down on them.

Although Yuanshi had not deliberately unleashed his Saintly Might,

a Saint was still a Saint. Even standing there, he could bring an overwhelming sense of oppression.

East Emperor Taiyi fared somewhat better. Golden Flames seemed to dance in his brilliant gold pupils, and his Quasi-Saint cultivation allowed him to withstand this degree of pressure without much trouble.

Xuan Jun, however, was in a sorry state.

How could a Taiyi Golden Immortal withstand this Saintly Might?

Under its weight, Xuan Jun was powerless to resist. He felt as if he were about to be crushed to pieces.

Fortunately, he was not alone.

A single peal of the bell rang out, reverberating across Kunlun Mountain. The pressure on Xuan Jun vanished at once.

A flicker of surprise crossed Yuanshi's eyes.

The Chaos Bell?

An Innate Supreme Treasure truly lived up to its reputation.

"East Emperor, what brings you to Kunlun Mountain?"

Yuanshi looked at East Emperor Taiyi.

His calm gaze held an indescribable authority.

Ordinary cultivators could not meet a Saint's eyes.

But East Emperor Taiyi was born to be an emperor.

He simply looked at Yuanshi and said with an impassive expression,

"I have come to seek justice for someone from the Demon Race Heavenly Court."

"Huanglong Zhenren, a disciple of the Chan Sect, killed someone from the Demon Race Heavenly Court."

A hint of coldness appeared in Yuanshi's eyes.

"You came all the way to Kunlun Mountain to demand an explanation over one member of the Demon Race?"

Saintly Might descended abruptly.

In Yuanshi's eyes, even if Huanglong Zhenren had killed one member of the Demon Race Heavenly Court, so what if he had killed ten, or a hundred?

East Emperor Taiyi's body sank beneath the pressure, and a hazy image of a bell appeared behind him.

"This was no ordinary member of the Demon Race."

"Xuan Jun is a newly appointed Demon Commander of the Demon Race Heavenly Court. Huanglong Zhenren killed his wife and child. This matter cannot be brushed aside."

East Emperor Taiyi had given Xuan Jun another title.

"And what can you do if I refuse to give you an explanation?"

Yuanshi said coldly.

East Emperor Taiyi's lips lifted slightly.

"Indeed, I am no match for the Saint Yuqing."

"But my Demon Race has a Saint as well..."

Though he left the sentence unfinished, his meaning was clear.

A hint of displeasure appeared on Yuanshi's face.

Normally, he would not have wanted to get involved in a matter like this at all.

East Emperor Taiyi was powerful, but as long as he was not a Saint, he posed no threat to him.

Nuwa, however, was different. As one of the earliest Heavenly Dao Saints to achieve sainthood, she was not to be underestimated.

He did not know what Nuwa's attitude toward this matter was, and he could not afford to gamble.

He did not fear Nuwa, but neither did he want to sour their relationship over something so trivial.

"I'll summon Huanglong first."

He would find out what had happened before deciding what to do.

With that, Yuanshi sent a thought to summon Huanglong Zhenren.

Yunxiao Cave.

Strands of Spiritual Light shot out from Yunxiao Cave.

Chijingzi swept his Whisk with his right hand, sending talisman after talisman flying. Each one was inscribed with intricate patterns and emanated a trace of profound mystery.

Then Chijingzi joined the fingers of his left hand into a sword sign and pointed swiftly at several of the talismans in succession.

In an instant, Golden Flames flared across the talismans, and a hazy, indistinct Light Screen appeared before Chijingzi.

Chijingzi formed another seal and poured out every last bit of his magic power.

Even so, the Light Screen remained hopelessly blurred. Nothing could be seen.

A few breaths later, the magic power around Chijingzi dissipated, and the Light Screen crumbled with it.

"Why?"

Chijingzi murmured to himself.

Ever since Huanglong Zhenren had come to him for help,

he had used every means at his disposal over the past few decades to divine the identity of the person who had fought Huanglong, all for the sake of obtaining that Xiantian Lingbao.

But he had come up with nothing.

He simply could not understand how a Taiyi Golden Immortal like him could fail to divine the identity of a Heavenly Immortal.

While Chijingzi was still full of questions, a shrill whistling sound suddenly came from outside the cave.

The next moment, a figure rushed in from outside.

It was Huanglong Zhenren.

"How did it go, Senior Brother? Did you find out who that person was?"

He asked as soon as he arrived, unable to hold back.

"No."

Chijingzi shook his head helplessly.

"No?"

Huanglong Zhenren's body trembled, and the hope in his eyes faded.

"Do you know what I've been through all these years?!"

Perhaps misfortune had turned into a blessing. Though Lu Changsheng had gravely wounded Huanglong Zhenren with a single sword strike, the injury had also brought him some insight. A few months ago, he had successfully broken through to the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal Realm.

After reaching the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal Realm, Huanglong Zhenren's desire for revenge had only grown stronger.

He was a Saint Disciple, one of the Jade Void Twelve Immortals, and a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, yet he had lost to a Heavenly Immortal.

As long as Lu Changsheng lived, this would remain the greatest humiliation of Huanglong Zhenren's life.

He had placed all his hopes in Chijingzi.

But now Chijingzi was telling him that he could not find out?

"Chijingzi, you owe me an explanation!"

Huanglong Zhenren suddenly lost control of his emotions.

His accusation made Chijingzi's expression turn cold.

He stared at Huanglong Zhenren with a frosty look.

"Huanglong, you'd better get your emotions under control."

"If you think that breaking through to the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal Realm gives you the right to shout at me, you're mistaken."

The pressure of the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal Realm enveloped all of Yunxiao Cave.

He understood how Huanglong Zhenren felt, but that did not mean he would let Huanglong Zhenren act out here.

Under the pressure, Huanglong Zhenren immediately took half a step back.

In the end, even though he had reached the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal Realm, he was still the weakest of the Jade Void Twelve Immortals.

Huanglong Zhenren took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

"You said back then that you could find out who he was."

"Why haven't you gotten any results yet?"

Chijingzi frowned.

Huanglong Zhenren wanted to know why, and so did he.

By rights, no Heavenly Immortal should have been able to escape his divination.

"Are you sure that person was a Heavenly Immortal?"

Chijingzi suddenly thought of a possibility.

Maybe his opponent had not been a Heavenly Immortal at all.

"Impossible!"

Huanglong Zhenren answered with absolute certainty.

"Senior Brother, my cultivation may be inferior to yours, but I'm still a Saint Disciple."

"Maybe I can't tell a Daluo Golden Immortal from a Quasi-Saint, but how could I mistake a Heavenly Immortal?"

Now Chijingzi was at a loss again.

He looked Huanglong Zhenren up and down.

Could Huanglong Zhenren really have mistaken a Heavenly Immortal?

He very much wanted that to be the truth, because then his failed divination would make sense.

But he had to admit that the chance of Huanglong Zhenren being unable to recognize a Heavenly Immortal was zero.

"Could this Heavenly Immortal have powerful connections?"

Chijingzi found another explanation.

"How else could an ordinary Heavenly Immortal possess an Xiantian Lingbao? He must be a disciple of a Quasi-Saint Mighty."

That had to be it!

The more Chijingzi spoke, the more certain he became of his theory.

He could certainly have found out the identity of an ordinary Heavenly Immortal.

But if this Heavenly Immortal had powerful backing, with a Quasi-Saint or even a Saint to support him, then it was perfectly understandable that a Taiyi Golden Immortal like Chijingzi could not divine his identity.

"Impossible!"

"In Honghuang, everyone knows the disciples of those great figures."

"I've never heard of a Heavenly Immortal among them."

"Even if someone had bestowed an Xiantian Lingbao, they would never give it to a Heavenly Immortal!"

Huanglong Zhenren rejected Chijingzi's explanation once more.

Chijingzi furrowed his brows.

Huanglong Zhenren had a point.

The direct disciples of Saints, or the disciples of Quasi-Saints, were all widely known.

And even if they took on a disciple, they would hardly choose a Heavenly Immortal.

Then why couldn't he uncover that person's identity?

At that moment, Chijingzi was beginning to doubt his own abilities.

It was not Chijingzi's fault. The system was something that did not belong in Honghuang.

Even if a Saint tried to divine it, the result would be the same.

"Even if that person really does have powerful backing, so what? I, Huanglong Zhenren, am a Saint Disciple!"

"He dared to hurt me and take my treasure. He has to pay!"

Huanglong Zhenren growled, his face contorted.

"Why don't we tell Master?"

Chijingzi had run out of options.

If Master stepped in, he would surely be able to uncover the man's identity.

Besides, given Master's standing, he certainly would not take the man's treasure for himself.

There was still a good chance that the Xiantian Lingbao would end up in Chijingzi's hands.

"No, absolutely not!"

Huanglong Zhenren hurriedly shook his head.

If Master found out that he had lost to a Heavenly Immortal, the consequences would be unthinkable.

"If this won't work and that won't work, what do you suggest?"

Chijingzi had no good ideas left.

Huanglong Zhenren was just about to speak when he suddenly shuddered.

"What's wrong?"

Chijingzi asked, puzzled.

"Master has summoned me. I must hurry to Kunlun Mountain at once."

"Why would Master summon you at a time like this?"

Huanglong Zhenren looked just as confused.

"I don't know."

"I'll head to Kunlun Mountain first. Think of something, and make sure you find out who this person is!"

With that, Huanglong Zhenren hurried to Kunlun Mountain.

Chijingzi was left alone in the cave abode, looking troubled.

What other means could he use to uncover this person's identity?