The Chan Sect's Show-Off Was Disciplined Again, The Mystic Gate's First Ten-Thousand-Year Plan: Kunlun Mountains Immortal Market!

The Great Peng Bird was dejected for a long time before muttering under his breath, "Master, are you alright..."

"Mm?"

Qingyuan narrowed his eyes, and the Great Peng Bird quickly said with an awkward grin, "Master, I was just praising your wisdom and martial prowess."

"Hold it up properly, or else by tomorrow the entire Xuan Sect will know that you, Great Peng Bird, can't get it up. If word spreads across Kunlun Mountains or even the Primordial Wilderness, even I won't be able to salvage it."

"Ah? What's 'can't get it up'?"

The Great Peng Bird was stunned for a moment, then full of frustration, he dared not speak further.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~

Streaks of light flew toward the Jiangyue River.

Daoist Duobao of the Inspection Department arrived with the entire department. Seeing Qingyuan, he led them in a bow, "Duobao greets Senior Disciple Brother."

"Mm."

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

Daoist Duobao flew over to stand beside Qingyuan, his face full of confusion. "I wonder what matter Senior Disciple Brother has summoned us for today? And what is this Immortal Market? I've never heard of it."

"Wait. When everyone has gathered, the time will be right."

"Alright."

Daoist Duobao asked no further questions and waited quietly.

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

Great Master Xuandu was bathed in Immortal Light.

He wore the Taiqing Xuanhuang Yin-Yang Cloud Mist Robe, had the Houtian Supreme Treasure Vajra Bracelet on his wrist, stepped in Golden Thread Cloud Boots, and carried the Hunyuan Spirit Jade at his waist. From the Innate Spiritual Treasure Qiankun Bag at his side peeked what seemed to be the Southern Lidiyanguang Banner, and a purple-gold gourd swayed as he walked...

This full set of Innate Spiritual Treasures.

Drew countless Jie Sect disciples' eyes, full of greed and envy.

If it weren't for the fact that he was Taiqing's foremost disciple, Great Master Xuandu, and a Golden Immortal besides.

They would have surely scattered and attacked him for his treasures!!

"As expected of Xuandu!"

Seeing Great Master Xuandu's display.

Qingyuan too felt envy in his heart.

No wonder he was Taiqing's only Inner Sect Disciple.

The treatment went without saying.

Rumor had it that even Xuandu's underwear was an Innate Spiritual Treasure, the blanket he slept under was the Taiji Diagram, the pillow he rested on was the Wordless Heavenly Book, the incense burner ornament was the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda, and the back-scratcher he used was the Bian Guai that Saint Taiqing had used to attain the Dao—such was the extreme doting he received.

Xuandu walked with grandeur, neither humble nor arrogant.

His entire body blazed with treasure light, far more dazzling than Daoist Duobao.

Behind him.

Were Zhenwu and Du'e, two Registered Disciples.

Their attire was far simpler.

The two child attendants, Jin'er and Yin'er, led the Green Ox and the Black Pig respectively, clearly a full turnout.

"Greetings, Senior Disciple Brother Qingyuan!"

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

The Human Sect disciples behind Xuandu all bowed, and Qingyuan and Duobao returned the gesture.

Qingyuan looked somewhat helpless and said bitterly, "Senior Disciple Brother Xuandu, you are the foremost disciple of the Grand Master Uncle, and should be the foremost disciple of the entire Xuan Sect. Calling me Senior Disciple Brother—are you trying to overwhelm me?"

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

Xuandu likewise declined.

After much back and forth, Xuandu still refused.

Qingyuan had no choice but to drop the topic and wait for the arrivals.

Golden Spirit Holy Mother, Wudang Holy Mother, Qiushou Xian, Jinguang Xian, and others gradually returned with many Jie Sect disciples. On the banks of the Jiangyue River, seven or eight thousand Jie Sect disciples gathered, their momentum vast and their auras interwoven, presenting a grand and majestic display of the Xuan Sect's great teachings.

But the scene was far too noisy.

Daoist Duobao's face was stern, his gaze cold as he swept across the crowd.

Just standing there.

He made many unruly and arrogant Jie Sect disciples rein in their temper.

And this seemed to greatly satisfy Daoist Duobao, his thoughts flowing smoothly, as he felt himself only a hair's breadth away from the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm!

"Only by wielding the sword of punishment of the Jie Sect, commanding the disciples below, and walking the path of solitary supremacy, can my Dao go further—only then can I not fall behind you, Senior Disciple Brother..."

Even if he was just a hair's breadth from stepping into the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm, Daoist Duobao did not grow arrogant.

He vaguely felt that even if he did break through to Primordial Unity, he would still be no match for Senior Disciple Brother.

River Waves rolled on.

The afterglow of the Primordial Wilderness's Sun Star scattered down, illuminating the Countless Mountains and Rivers.

It also cast the Great Peng Bird's so-called 'moon' in a rather sorry light, his face flushing with embarrassment as he said, "Master, haven't I held this long enough?"

"Keep holding it." Qingyuan didn't even glance at him, and the Great Peng Bird drooped his head and continued holding.

After a long while.

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

Daoist Randeng walked at the front, with Guangchengzi, Immortal Elder Nanji, and the others lined up behind him, their faces dignified and their bearing imposing. The auras they exuded intertwined to form Yuqing Immortal Light, as if a host of Immortal Kings were approaching from the edge of the sky.

Each of them was solemn and silent.

Only when they caught sight of the chaotic Jie Sect disciples by the banks of the Jiangyue River did they occasionally offer a few critical remarks.

Their contempt was undisguised.

"I told you this Water Monkey was too slow on his feet, Master. I said earlier I should have gone instead."

The Great Peng Bird shouted excitedly when he saw Wuzhiqi return.

Wuzhiqi's face darkened.

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

"No matter. You've worked hard."

Qingyuan had a rough idea of what had happened.

He patted Wuzhiqi on the shoulder and nodded with a smile.

Then.

He turned his gaze to the assembled Chan Sect immortals.

His eyes grew increasingly sharp.

Under Qingyuan's stare.

Except for Daoist Randeng.

Guangchengzi, Immortal Elder Nanji, and the other Chan Sect immortals no longer looked so composed. It was as if mountains were pressing down on their shoulders, heavy and suffocating. Beads of sweat the size of beans began to form. Later disciples like Lingbao, Daoxing, Qingxu, and Yuding had flushed faces and could barely hold themselves steady on the Cloud Summit.

"Ahem... Nephew Qingyuan, we were delayed by some matters. Our apologies."

Daoist Randeng gave a light cough.

Dispelling the pressure.

Guangchengzi and the others finally relaxed, breathing deeply either secretly or openly.

"Qingyuan..."

Daoist Huanglong started to speak with some displeasure.

He had intended to call Qingyuan by his given name, but upon seeing Qingyuan's gradually chilling gaze.

He changed his tone awkwardly: "Senior Disciple Brother Qingyuan, why did you have Junior Disciple Brother Wuzhiqi summon us here? What business is there?"

Qingyuan ignored him.

He fixed his gaze on Guangchengzi and said, "Junior Disciple Brother Guangchengzi, why were you so slow to arrive? Today, I have also invited Senior Disciple Brother Xuandu here to discuss important matters. This is the first gathering of our Three Sects, the first internal exchange among our Xuanmen branches. Yet you come so late. Could it be that you look down on Senior Disciple Brother Xuandu?"

"Or perhaps you think that our Human Sect and Jie Sect are beneath your notice?"

At these words.

The Chan Sect immortals' hearts skipped a beat.

Guangchengzi's face changed dramatically, and he said bitterly, "Forgive me, Senior Disciple Brother Qingyuan. We were delayed by some matters. We absolutely do not look down on 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 silence.

"Is that really so?"

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

"Naturally. Please forgive us, Senior Disciple Brother Qingyuan."

The Chan Sect immortals, their faces bitter, cupped their hands in apology.

Originally, they had deliberately delayed their arrival to make Qingyuan lose face and to put on a show of authority.

But who would have thought they would end up losing face themselves...

"May I ask, Nephew Qingyuan, what is the reason for gathering the Three Sects here today?"

Daoist Randeng asked curiously.

Qingyuan still ignored him, sweeping his gaze across the scene.

Seeing that most of the disciples had arrived, he spoke in a voice like a great bell: "Since all fellow sect brothers and sisters are here, I won't hold back."

Qingyuan stepped through the air.

Standing on the Chaos Spirit Stone held aloft by the Great Peng Bird.

He first glanced at the assembled disciples.

Then he said: "I'm sure you all know who I am, so today I won't introduce myself. The reason I've gathered the disciples of the Three Sects of the Mystic Gate here is to announce the first Millennium Plan of our three sects: the establishment of the Kunlun Mountains Immortal Market!!"

Boom!

As soon as these words were spoken.

Countless disciples began to murmur among themselves.

Establish an Immortal Market?

What is an Immortal Market?

Could it be some extremely lethal magic treasure? Or perhaps pills?

To actually gather the disciples of all three sects to build it together—this shows just how great the 'lethality' of the Immortal Market really is!!

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

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

Within the Chan Sect.

The immortals were also whispering among themselves.

Cihang brushed aside a strand of hair by his ear, puzzled: "Brother, have you heard of an Immortal Market?"

"I haven't, but since it's caused Qingyuan to go to such trouble to invite the disciples of all three sects to build it together, it must be no small matter."

Guangchengzi shook his head, then turned his gaze to Daoist Randeng, saying: "Teacher Randeng, has your master ever heard of an Immortal Market?"

The Chan Sect immortals.

All turned their eyes to Daoist Randeng.

As one of the Innate Demon Gods and a guest of the Zixiao Palace, Teacher Randeng was of the same generation as their master and had deep experience in the Primordial Wilderness.

He surely knew what an Immortal Market was!

Unfortunately.

Daoist Randeng also shook his head: "I've never heard of it either."

As soon as these words were spoken.

The Chan Sect immortals looked at Randeng with different eyes.

Complex, doubtful, frowning...

Originally, after Daoist Randeng joined the Chan Sect and led them to trounce the Jie Sect disciples, they had held him in great awe and trusted him.

But ever since Qingyuan returned.

This Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, Daoist Randeng, couldn't even handle a mere Minor Golden Immortal.

And now he didn't even know what an Immortal Market was.

How did it feel like this Daoist Randeng was really... really a disgrace to the Innate Demon Gods??

Sensing the strange looks from Guangchengzi and the other inner disciples.

Daoist Randeng's old face flushed red.

But he couldn't think of anything to refute.

Fortunately, Immortal Elder Nanji stepped in to explain: "You joined late, so you don't know that Qingyuan has always had many strange ideas in his head. It's perfectly normal that Teacher Randeng doesn't know what an Immortal Market is."

Hearing this.

Randeng's expression improved somewhat.

Guangchengzi and the others said nothing more, only privately discussing what Qingyuan's true purpose was.

On the Jie Sect side.

The discussion was even louder.

The mouths of seven or eight thousand Jie Sect disciples were like a pile of giant Audio Systems stacked on the ground, each playing a different tune. The scene was chaotic and noisy, pure cacophony.

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

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

They stood there calmly.

Though they too didn't understand what the Kunlun Mountains Immortal Market was, that didn't stop them from being composed.

On the Chaos Spirit Stone.

Qingyuan took in the performance of everyone present.

He was in no hurry to explain.

After waiting a moment, he finally said, "Everyone, hear me out!"