What kind of place was Divine Capital?
The capital for retirement?
No. Before that, it was first and foremost—the private preserve of Ancient Method Cultivators!
Teaching an Ancient Method defense class in Divine Capital was much like teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts among a crowd of Death Eaters in Azkaban. It did not even take Voldemort's curse for the class to become impossible to continue.
"Who are you?" Seeing someone provoke them, Hou Benli immediately perked up, ready to teach this Divine Capital cultivator, who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth, a lesson. But his momentum quickly withered.
The person greeting the three of them was a young man dressed in white robes. He held a folding fan in his hand, his smile strangely sinister. "This little brother must be an outstanding disciple of Sky Spirit Ridge. To think you have such a deep understanding of countering Ancient Methods. This humble one's heart rejoices at the sight of worthy prey, and I hope you will not begrudge me your guidance. If I can learn even one or two parts of Your Excellency's abilities, then I will have some means of protecting myself against the Evil God cultivators and murderous demonic paths of the Ancient Methods."
His words were courteous, but his bearing was anything but. That heavy spiritual pressure was clearly that of the Foundation Establishment Early Stage.
A Foundation Establishment Realm expert! Not someone they could afford to provoke! Ai Zhenwu immediately made his judgment and barked sternly despite his inward weakness, "Fellow Daoist, this is under the Immortal Alliance's jurisdiction..."
"Divine Capital under the Immortal Alliance's jurisdiction has its own rules for 'Divine Capital under the Immortal Alliance's jurisdiction.'" The refined young man in white did not give the other party a chance to