"Alas...
If Old Monster Cheng hadn't monopolized the Jin Kingdom's three medium-sized Spirit Veins all by himself, we wouldn't have set our sights on him."
"Indeed!
Old Monster Cheng is far too greedy. In the past, the three great alliances kept us in check, so it wasn't convenient for us to make a move.
But times have changed. Even now, Old Monster Cheng still clings to those Spirit Veins and refuses to let go...
Even if we don't act, others will covet this chunk of fat. Who knows how many are now eyeing that fat morsel like tigers watching their prey?"
"What Fellow Daoist says is true..."
"The Immortal Alliance's order has already collapsed... Old Monster Cheng fails to recognize the will of Heaven. He deserves to meet his tribulation."
"..."
"Haha, well said!"
The three exchanged glances and fell silent.
Outside the window, the demonic radiance of the bone-white flying ship surged as it tore through the air toward the heart of the Jin Kingdom—
in the direction of the White Cloud Sect.
White Cloud Sect, Back Mountain Forbidden Area.
An ancient hall lay hidden amid the clouds and mist, so silent that even time itself seemed to have frozen there.
Within a Secret Chamber in the hall, an indescribably majestic fluctuation pervaded the air. Like an invisible tide slowly rolling forth, it shrouded the entire Quiet Room in an arcane aura.
Following the source of that fluctuation...
One could see a handsome young man seated cross-legged atop a Cloud Bed.
His eyes were lowered, his expression tranquil. Spirit Light faintly circulated around him, making him seem like an immortal descending from the Ninth Heavens, carrying an otherworldly bearing that could only be admired from afar, never profaned.
This young man was Cheng Buzheng—
More precisely, one of