Little Dragon Girl, An Enemy Invades!

Chat Group.

Beneath a golden statue as tall as a small mountain, countless commoners knelt in devout prayer.

Meanwhile, Ying Zheng, astride a true dragon, soared through the sky, a seemingly endless expanse of mountains and lakes unfolding before him.

Vast and magnificent, it felt as though one had stepped into a world of xianxia.

In the Chat Group's video channel, Ye Fan and the others watched, dumbfounded.

[Ying Zheng: Hahaha, how do you all like the sacrificial ceremony I've organized? Even the Heavenly Emperor himself has manifested!]

Ying Zheng finished composing his message in the Chat Group and sent it. The video feed then shifted, focusing directly on the statue.

The statue, which had seemed inanimate, now appeared more lifelike and ethereal. Emperor Dao Laws spread outwards, causing even those watching through the screen to feel a sense of discomfort.

[Yue Buqun: 666, the First Emperor is truly amazing. This is the first time I've ever seen an Imperial Sovereign manifest! And that true dragon, it's so cool, truly worthy of being the Eternal Emperor!]

[Ye Fan: First Emperor is the best! If I didn't know your world was just an ordinary ancient world, I'd think it was Xian Qin. Riding a true dragon and having all the people offer sacrifices, only the First Emperor could achieve this so easily!]

[Little Dragon Girl: Ah, so amazing. I've only just established my Divine Cult, and I didn't expect Lord First Emperor to have already completed his sacrifice!]

[Ying Zheng: We are all followers of the Heavenly Emperor. I've simply taken the first step. You will all be able to do it in time too. @Little Dragon Girl @Yue Buqun]

[Ye Fan: That's right. Once the sacrifice is complete, you'll also receive gifts from the Heavenly Emperor. Keep at it!]

[Little Dragon Girl: Mhmm, I'll go and quickly perfect the Divine Cult to hold a grand sacrificial ceremony for His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor.]

[Yue Buqun: Me too. I'm leaving, I'm leaving, or I'll get sick from all this envy!]

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Divine Eagle World.

Mount Zhongnan.

Thick snow fell like goose feathers, blanketing the world in white, turning the green mountains into white peaks.

In the center of a lake behind the mountain.

A woman, clad in snow-white robes, her long hair like brocade, and her beauty pure and flawless, seemed like a celestial maiden descended to earth.

She sat cross-legged on the surface of the lake, the falling wind and snow seemingly parting to avoid her.

"Miss."

Granny Sun arrived at the lakeside, leaning on her staff. Seeing Little Dragon Girl cultivating, her wrinkled face broke into a smile.

In the past few months, no one knew what great fortune her young lady had encountered, as her martial arts realm had advanced by leaps and bounds daily.

Now, she could stand on water out of thin air, which Granny Sun found increasingly mysterious.

"Granny Sun?"

Little Dragon Girl slowly opened her eyes. The snowflakes falling around her froze in mid-air. As she rose, they swirled back, a miraculous feat of heavenly power that left one in awe.

Granny Sun was the maidservant of her master, Lin Chaoying. After her master's death, Granny Sun had taken care of her as she grew up, so Little Dragon Girl genuinely regarded her as family.

With a thought, Little Dragon Girl's body floated like a willow catkin, drifting towards the lakeshore.

"Granny Sun, is something the matter?"

Little Dragon Girl asked curiously.

Her nature was aloof and cold. Ever since she revealed her celestial arts at the Quanzhen Sect and established the Divine Cult, she had remained in the back mountains cultivating. Granny Sun would not disturb her unless necessary.

Granny Sun's face showed a hint of distress. She looked at Little Dragon Girl, hesitating to speak.

Under Little Dragon Girl's questioning gaze, she finally spoke.

"Miss, haven't you established the Divine Cult and asked all the people in the world to worship the Heavenly Emperor?"

Little Dragon Girl nodded. This was something she and Ying Zheng had decided upon after discussing it in the Chat Group; otherwise, with her personality, she wouldn't have thought of it.

Ying Zheng had just completed his sacrifice, and a sense of urgency filled her heart. She had planned to emerge from seclusion and accelerate the procedures for the Divine Cult.

"I heard from someone at the front mountain that people have come knocking, demanding that the Divine Cult disappear."

Granny Sun hesitated before finally revealing the news.

Although she only wished for Little Dragon Girl's safety, the Divine Cult was a sect she had established, and she did not want to keep it a secret.

"Who dares to be so bold?!"

Upon hearing this, Little Dragon Girl's face showed anger for the first time.

She didn't care what others thought of her, but the Divine Cult worshipped the Heavenly Emperor, and no one could blaspheme against it.

Front Mountain, the main hall of the Quanzhen Sect.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen sat on their prayer mats with grim expressions.

As the sect closest to the Ancient Tomb Sect, they were the first to learn of Little Dragon Girl's mysterious abilities.

And the reason the Divine Cult had spread so quickly throughout the land was partly due to their efforts as the foremost sect of the Daoist path.

It could even be said that they were essentially the ones executing the Divine Cult's affairs.

"Brother, why don't we invite the Immortal to come out of seclusion?!"

Sun Buer thought for a moment and said to Qiu Chuji, who was seated at the head of the table.

The Divine Cult was famous throughout the land, and many sects had joined it one after another.

But where there were people, there was the Jianghu. Moreover, the Divine Cult made every disciple worship Donghua Emperor.

Naturally, these small sects had no objections. After all, their traditions were not long, and they had no particular beliefs.

But those famous sects had traditions spanning hundreds or even thousands of years, with their own beliefs.

For example, Buddhism in the west. Asking them to abandon their Buddha and worship Donghua Emperor?

That was naturally impossible.

But now, the Divine Cult was powerful, with the Quanzhen Sect leading the way. Even high officials in the capital had joined the Divine Cult, let alone ordinary people.

This had already become a conflict between sects.

Compared to Buddhism, Daoism had far fewer voices of opposition.

After all, Donghua Emperor was originally an Immortal of Daoism. Although the Divine Cult only worshipped the Emperor alone, it was barely acceptable.

"Absolutely not! Others may not know, but don't you? That person is a true Immortal. If she feels we are incompetent, we will lose our chance for immortal destiny!"

Qiu Chuji refused without even thinking.

The rest of them also fell silent.

Although Little Dragon Girl had been in seclusion, the seven of them had personally witnessed her Spiritual Power.

Withering trees blooming anew and turning stone into gold were merely minor abilities.

They had even seen Little Dragon Girl summon wind and rain, causing a long-drought-stricken prefecture to receive three days and three nights of heavy rain, saving countless disaster victims.

While they were silent, Yin Zhiping rushed in from outside the hall.

"Master, enemies are attacking outside the mountain. The Heavenly Dipper Big Dipper Formation has been broken, and many disciples are seriously injured."

"How dare they! Do they think our Quanzhen sect has no one?!"

Qiu Chuji was the first to stand up, his face filled with anger as he strode towards the foot of the mountain.

The others exchanged glances, grabbed their Dao swords from the side, and followed him.

At the foot of the mountain.

The disciples of the Quanzhen Sect had retreated to the mountain gate steps, most of them clutching their chests, their breathing weak.

In front of them stood only three people.

"Amitabha, benefactors, you are no match for this humble monk and his companions. Please let the Immortal come out!"

An old monk in yellow robes chanted "Amitabha" and said to everyone with a compassionate expression.

Beside him was another monk, but he had a rough appearance with a full beard, looking more like a warrior than a monk.

"The monks of your Central Plains are so verbose. If you ask me, why not just fight our way up? Wasting time!"

"Golden Wheel Dharma King, although you are the National Preceptor of Mongolia, this is the Central Plains, not your barbaric land. Please speak with caution, Master."