Stairway to Heaven, the Temptation of Longevity

"Bullshit!"

Yang Wudi finally could not hold back. He kicked his chair over and pointed at Zhao Ji's nose, cursing him out.

"They treat you like a dog, and you still rush over to lick their plates? When I was eating snow and swallowing ice on the Ice Plain, where were the people of Central Province?"

"Now that we've finally trampled the road flat, they come running over to pluck the peaches, and you still want to offer them up with both hands? I spit on that!"

Although Yang Wudi was also shaken by Central Province's foundations, he had now acknowledged Yang Mie as his brother, and the blood-deep ferocity in his bones had been thoroughly stirred awake.

"Old Ancestor Yang, you're letting emotion cloud your judgment!"

Feng Wuhen grew anxious.

"What do we have to contend with Central Province? The Vow Power of those mortals outside? That thing is fine against brainless Demonic Beasts, but against true great powers of the immortal path, it won't withstand a single blow!"

The conflict between the older-generation cultivators and the younger generation erupted completely at this moment.

Zhao Ji and the others desperately trumpeted the necessity of returning to Central Province, trying to force Zhou Xuan to compromise under the pretext of "seeking immortal scriptures and preserving the two regions."

Yang Mie and Yang Wudi, on the other hand, firmly advocated fighting to the bitter end. At worst, the fish would die and the net would tear.

Ye Changqing leaned back in his chair, toying with the wine gourd in his hand without saying a word.

He knew that arguing now was utterly meaningless. The final decision could only be made by the person seated in the main seat.

Zhou Xuan had not spoken the entire time.

His eyelids were half lowered,