The Chan Sect's Showboating Backfires Again, First Ten-Thousand-Year Plan of the Mystic Gate: Kunlun Immortal Market!

The Great Peng Bird sulked for a long while before muttering softly, "Master, are you all right...?"

"Hmm?"

Qingyuan narrowed his eyes and looked over. The Great Peng Bird hurriedly said with an awkward smile, "Master, I was saying that you are wise and mighty."

"Hold it properly. Otherwise, by tomorrow, the entire Mystic Gate will know that your Great Peng Bird can't get it up. If word accidentally spreads throughout the Kunlun Mountains, or even the Primordial Wilderness, then even I won't be able to save you."

"Huh? What does 'can't get it up' mean?"

The Great Peng Bird froze for a moment, his face full of misery. He did not dare say another word.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Streams of light flew toward the Jiangyue River.

Daoist Duobao of the Inspection Department arrived with everyone from the department. Upon seeing Qingyuan, he took the lead in bowing. "Duobao greets Senior Disciple Brother."

"Mm."

Qingyuan nodded and smiled. "Come here, Junior Brother."

Daoist Duobao flew over to stand beside Qingyuan, his face full of confusion. "May I ask why Senior Brother summoned us here today? And what exactly is this Immortal Market? I have never heard of it."

"Wait. Once everyone has arrived, the time will be right."

"Very well."

Daoist Duobao did not ask further and quietly waited.

Before long, Yun Zhongzi, who had gone to Taiqing Peak to invite people, returned with the Human Sect disciples.

Great Master Xuandu was surrounded by Immortal Light.

He wore the Taiqing Xuanhuang Yin-Yang Cloud Mist Robe, the Houtian Supreme Treasure Vajra Bracelet on his wrist, Golden Thread Cloud Boots on his feet, and Hunyuan Spirit Jade at his waist. A corner of what seemed to be the Lidiyanguang Banner of the South even protruded from the Innate Spiritual Treasure Qiankun Bag. A purple-gold gourd swayed at his side as Xuandu walked...

That entire outfit consisted of Innate Spiritual Treasures.

Countless Jie Sect Disciples looked on with greed and envy in their eyes.

If he had not been Great Master Xuandu, Taiqing's foremost disciple and a Golden Immortal cultivator—

They would likely have already rushed forward to kill him and seize his treasures!

"As expected of Xuandu!"

Seeing Great Master Xuandu's grand appearance—

Even Qingyuan felt envy in his heart.

As expected of Taiqing's sole Inner Sect Disciple.

There was no need to even mention such treatment.

It was said that even Xuandu's undergarments were Innate Spiritual Treasures, the blanket he used while sleeping was the Taiji Diagram, the Wordless Heavenly Book was his pillow, the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda was an ornament for burning incense, and the Bian Guai used by Saint Taiqing to attain the Dao was his back scratcher. He was spoiled to the absolute extreme.

Xuandu walked with imposing grace, neither servile nor overbearing.

The treasure light around him was dazzling, far more eye-catching than Daoist Duobao's.

Behind him—

Were the two Registered Disciples, Zhenwu and Du'e.

Their attire was much simpler.

The two young attendants, Jin'er and Yin'er, respectively led Green Ox and Black Pig over. Clearly, everyone had come out.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Qingyuan!"

Great Master Xuandu warmly cupped his hands toward Qingyuan, then turned to Duobao. "Greetings, Junior Disciple Duobao."

"Greetings, Senior Brother Qingyuan! Greetings, Junior Disciple Duobao/Senior Disciple Brother Duobao!"

The Human Sect disciples behind Xuandu all bowed. Qingyuan and Duobao returned their greetings.

Qingyuan said helplessly and bitterly, "Senior Brother Xuandu, you are Senior Grandmaster Uncle's foremost disciple and should be the Mystic Gate's foremost disciple. Calling me Senior Brother is truly too much for me to bear."

"You entered the sect before I did, so I should call you Senior Brother."

Xuandu also insisted on yielding the title.

After arguing over it for a long time, Xuandu still refused to yield.

Qingyuan had no choice but to stop discussing the matter and wait for the others.

Golden Spirit Holy Mother, Holy Mother Wudang, Qiushou Xian, Jinguang Xian, and the others gradually returned with many Jie Sect Disciples as well. Seven or eight thousand Jie Sect Disciples gathered along the banks of the Jiangyue River, forming a vast and imposing scene worthy of a magnificent Mystic Gate sect.

The scene was simply too noisy.

Daoist Duobao's expression turned stern as his cold gaze swept over the crowd.

Simply standing there—

Was enough to make many unruly and arrogant Jie Sect Disciples restrain themselves.

This seemed to greatly please Daoist Duobao. His thoughts became smooth and unobstructed, and he faintly seemed only a step away from becoming a Grand Unity Golden Immortal!

"Only by grasping the sword of punishment of the Jie Sect, controlling the disciples beneath me, and following the Path of Supreme Ego can my Dao go farther and keep me from falling behind you, Senior Disciple Brother..."

Though he was only one step away from entering the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm—

Daoist Duobao was not arrogant.

He faintly felt that even if he entered the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, he would still be no match for Senior Disciple Brother.

The river waves rolled on.

The afterglow of the Sun Star in the Primordial Wilderness spilled down, illuminating Countless Mountains and Rivers.

It also shone upon the Great Peng Bird's "moon," leaving him utterly embarrassed. His face flushed red as he said, "Master, I've held it up for so long. Isn't that enough?"

"Keep holding it." Qingyuan did not even glance at him. The Great Peng Bird drooped his head and could only continue holding it up.

After a long while—

Wuzhiqi, who had gone to Yuqing Peak to invite the Chan Sect Disciples, finally arrived late.

Daoist Randeng walked at the front, followed by Guangchengzi, Immortal Elder Nanji, and the others standing in a neat row. Their expressions were solemn and their bearing imposing. Their auras intertwined and transformed into Yuqing Immortal Light, as though Immortal Kings were walking over from the edge of the sky.

Every one of them was solemn and silent.

Only when they saw the disorderly Jie Sect Disciples along the Jiangyue River—

Did they occasionally offer a few comments.

Their contempt and disdain were unmistakable.

"I told you, Water Monkey, that you weren't fast enough. Master said I should have gone myself earlier."

When the Great Peng Bird saw Wuzhiqi return, he shouted excitedly.

Wuzhiqi's face darkened.

He flew before Qingyuan and respectfully said, "My apologies, Master. This disciple was late in inviting the Chan Sect uncles."

"It is fine. You have worked hard."

Qingyuan had roughly guessed what had happened.

He patted Wuzhiqi on the shoulder and smiled as he nodded.

Then—

He turned his gaze toward the Chan Sect immortals.

His eyes grew increasingly sharp.

Under Qingyuan's gaze—

Other than Daoist Randeng—

Guangchengzi, Immortal Elder Nanji, and the other Chan Sect immortals could no longer maintain their composure. It was as if mountain ranges weighed upon their shoulders. Beads of sweat began to form, while Lingbao, Daoxing, Qingxu, Yuding, and the others who had entered later turned red in the face, nearly unable to endure it as they teetered on their clouds.

"Ahem... Nephew-Disciple Qingyuan, we were delayed by some matters. My apologies."

Daoist Randeng coughed lightly.

The pressure dissolved.

Only then did Guangchengzi and the others relax, secretly or openly drawing deep breaths.

"Qingyuan..."

Daoist Huanglong was somewhat dissatisfied.

He had intended to address Qingyuan directly by name, but upon seeing Qingyuan's steadily colder gaze—

He awkwardly changed his words. "Senior Brother Qingyuan, why did you have Junior Brother Wuzhiqi invite us here?"

Qingyuan ignored him.

He looked toward Guangchengzi and said, "Junior Brother Guangchengzi, why did you arrive so slowly? Today, I invited Senior Brother Xuandu here to discuss an important matter. This is the first gathering of our Three Sects, and also the first exchange between the sects within our Mystic Gate. Yet you arrived so late. Could it be that you look down on Senior Brother Xuandu?"

"Or do you think that neither the Human Sect nor the Jie Sect is worthy of your attention?"

As soon as these words were spoken—

The Chan Sect immortals' hearts skipped a beat.

Guangchengzi's expression changed drastically as well. He said bitterly, "My apologies, Senior Brother Qingyuan. We were delayed by some matters. We absolutely did not mean to look down upon the Human Sect or the Jie Sect. Our apologies, our apologies!"

True Person Taiyi wanted to say something.

But Immortal Elder Nanji stopped him, shaking his head to signal for silence.

"Is that truly so?"

Qingyuan swept his gaze over the Chan Sect immortals with a faint smile.

"Of course. We ask Senior Brother Qingyuan for forgiveness."

The Chan Sect immortals wore bitter expressions as they cupped their hands in apology.

They had originally discussed deliberately arriving late to undermine Qingyuan's prestige and put on an imposing display.

Who could have known that they would instead lose face themselves...

"May I ask why Nephew-Disciple Qingyuan invited the Three Sects to gather here?"

Daoist Randeng asked curiously.

Qingyuan still ignored him and swept his gaze across the scene.

After confirming that most of the disciples had arrived, his voice rang out like a Great Bell. "Since all my fellow disciples and brothers have arrived, I will no longer beat around the bush."

Qingyuan stepped through the air.

He stood atop the Chaos Spirit Stone held up by the Great Peng Bird.

He first glanced at the assembled disciples.

Only then did he say, "I presume everyone knows who I am, so I will not introduce myself today. The reason I invited all disciples of the Three Sects of the Mystic Gate here is to announce the first Ten-Thousand-Year Plan of our Three Sects: the establishment of the Kunlun Immortal Market!!"

Boom!

As soon as these words were spoken—

Countless disciples began discussing it among themselves.

Establish an Immortal Market?

What was an Immortal Market?

Could it be some exceptionally destructive magic treasure? Or perhaps Pills?

It required the gathered efforts of the Three Sects' disciples to construct it. This showed just how terrifying the "destructive power" of the Immortal Market must be!

Among the Human Sect, Zhenwu stepped forward and asked curiously, "Senior Brother Qingyuan, what exactly is an Immortal Market?"

"I have traveled through the Kunlun Mountains and certain regions of the Primordial Wilderness for many years, yet I have never heard of an Immortal Market." Du'e was also extremely curious.

Within the Chan Sect—

The immortals also began discussing it quietly.

Cihang brushed aside the loose strands of hair by her ear and asked in confusion, "Senior Brother, have you heard of an Immortal Market?"

"I have not, but since Qingyuan went to such great lengths to gather the disciples of the Three Sects to build it together, it must not be a trivial matter."

Guangchengzi shook his head, then looked toward Daoist Randeng. "Teacher Randeng, has your master ever heard of an Immortal Market?"

The Chan Sect immortals—

All turned their eyes toward Daoist Randeng.

Teacher Randeng was one of the Innate Demon Gods, one of the Three Thousand Guests of Zixiao Palace, and of the same generation as their teacher. He possessed extremely deep seniority in the Primordial Wilderness.

He surely knew what an Immortal Market was!

Unfortunately—

Daoist Randeng also shook his head. "I have not heard of it either."

As soon as he said this—

The way the Chan Sect immortals looked at Randeng changed.

Complexity, doubt, furrowed brows...

When Daoist Randeng had first joined the Chan Sect and led them to beat up Jie Sect Disciples, they had held him in great reverence and trusted him completely.

But ever since Qingyuan returned—

Even Daoist Randeng, a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, had been unable to do anything to a mere Golden Immortal.

And now he did not even know what an Immortal Market was.

Why did Daoist Randeng suddenly seem to be... truly the shame of the Innate Demon Gods?

Sensing the strange looks from Guangchengzi and the other Inner Sect Disciples—

Daoist Randeng's old face flushed red.

Yet he did not know how to refute them.

Fortunately, Immortal Elder Nanji stepped forward to explain, "You entered the sect late, so you do not know that Qingyuan has always had many strange ideas in his head. It is perfectly normal for Teacher Randeng not to know what an Immortal Market is."

After hearing this—

Randeng's expression improved considerably.

Guangchengzi and the others said nothing more, merely discussing in private what Qingyuan's true purpose was.

On the Jie Sect side—

The discussions were even more intense.

The mouths of those seven or eight thousand Jie Sect Disciples were like massive speakers piled on the ground, each playing a different tune. The scene was chaotic and deafening, nothing but noise.

Daoist Duobao, Immortal Dingguang, and Golden Hoop Immortal were also discussing it.

Only Golden Spirit Holy Mother, Holy Mother Wudang, Qiushou Xian, and the Jie Sect Disciples close to Serene Peak said nothing.

They stood there calmly and composedly.

Though they also did not understand what the Kunlun Immortal Market was, that did not prevent them from remaining calm.

Atop the Chaos Spirit Stone—

Qingyuan took in every reaction from everyone present.

He was in no hurry to explain.

After waiting a moment—

He finally said, "Everyone, hear me out!"