The Outhouse

From the moment the Li Family Patriarch entered Medicine Mountain.

Every Mahayana Realm cultivator in the entire imperial capital stopped what they were doing. Whether they were old beggars who had hidden their greatness within the city, powerful figures concealed in blessed grotto-heavens in corners of the imperial dynasty, or those holding high office at court, like Wu Neng of the Immortal Suppression Bureau... all of them extended their Divine Sense to peer inside.

At this moment, Empress Wenren Xianyi sat on the golden throne, utterly distraught.

The Wenren Immortal Clan's blessed grotto-heaven was like a dust-laden house. The Li Family Patriarch mercilessly tore through its paper window, exposing the filth buried beneath the dust. A pungent stench drifted from that unbearable room, assaulting these experts' nostrils, reaching straight into their hearts and souls.

"Half-immortals... How could our Wenren Family have so many half-immortals?"

"There's an immortal in Medicine Mountain... and members of our Wenren Family too... Grand Patriarch, you're from my branch! Didn't you pass away three thousand years ago...?"

"Old Patriarch, thirty thousand years ago, you..."

The tentacles within Medicine Mountain writhed and flailed. The immortals' immortal aura filled them with fear born from the depths of their hearts. The Wenren Family cultivators who had arrived in response to the commotion, originally intending to resist the invader, all stopped in their tracks—then were flooded with joy from the bottom of their hearts!

The aura within Medicine Mountain was incomparably powerful.

No one knew how many years of accumulated foundation this represented. They could see that the immortals in Medicine Mountain were serving them, that the tentacles were baring their fangs and claws, and that the dead had returned to the light of day. With the unknown number of Spirit Transformation and Void Refinement Realm cultivators within Medicine Mountain