My Master Is the Immortal Great Emperor!

The An Clan's ancestral grounds!

Inside an ancient great hall.

After emerging from seclusion, the An Clan's three patriarchs had taken up residence here.

By now, An Shanyuan had returned.

The news he brought back had set the An Clan's younger generation ablaze with excitement.

Their An Clan would challenge the many factions of the Cultivation World, united against them, with the strength of a single clan.

What a magnificent feat!

What extraordinary courage!

This was a desperate measure, but it had indeed greatly boosted the morale and unity of the An Clan members.

Of course, most of the older generation who knew some of the inside story

were still weighed down with worry.

They knew this calamity had only just begun...

An Shanyuan arrived where the patriarchs were staying and reported the day's events to the An Clan's three patriarchs.

He recounted everything in meticulous detail.

Suddenly, killing intent flashed in the eyes of An Yudu, the hot-tempered second of the three patriarchs.

"Hmph!"

"What a Ye Qingge! What a Liyue Immortal Dynasty!"

"If our An Clan survives this calamity, I'll storm their gates and wipe out the Liyue Immortal Dynasty!"

An Yudu's killing intent erupted. Even the slightest leak of his aura sent An Yushan, standing beside him, stumbling back several steps.

Shock flashed across his eyes!

An Shanyuan knew that the three patriarchs' cultivation was peerless; many years ago, they had already reached the Mahayana Realm.

But after emerging from seclusion this time,

he didn't know whether their strength had advanced significantly during all those years of cultivation.

After all, the higher one advanced in cultivation, the more profound the realm,

the less one could rely on long seclusion alone to improve. Some people could cultivate in seclusion for a thousand years and still make no progress.

But An Yudu's cultivation at this moment was at least in the late stage of the Mahayana Realm.

He was only a hair's breadth away from breaking through to Tribulation Transcendence!

An Shanyuan felt reassured. He congratulated him, saying, "Congratulations, Patriarch, on your great progress. This time, our An Clan will surely survive this calamity!"

A moment of silence passed.

Then the eldest, An Yujun, waved a hand and said, "Shanyuan, you may leave."

An Shanyuan bowed and withdrew!

The vast hall was left with only the An Clan's three patriarchs.

An Yujun looked at his two younger brothers and shook his head, regret in his voice:

"This time, we can only win. We must not lose!"

"Unfortunately, with our strength as it stands, we still can't guarantee victory."

An Yudu was just about to speak.

An Yujun cut him off at once. "Don't underestimate the cultivators of this world!"

"Just the other day, an emperor appeared!"

Then An Yuheng, who was usually silent, spoke up as well:

"Indeed. The three of us are only in the late stage of the Mahayana Realm. Winning at least two battles will be difficult!"

When his words fell, silence settled over the great hall.

A trace of unwillingness crossed the faces of all three patriarchs. If only they had been given a little more time,

they would surely have been able to break through to the Tribulation Transcendence Realm!

Then, with three great emperors in one clan, who could imagine how glorious the An Clan would become?

But now, all because of a Diary, everything had changed.

After a long while,

the moon hung high outside the window.

A note of resolve flashed through An Yujun's eyes. He said solemnly, "There's no other choice now. We can only fight to the death!"

At his words, grim expressions crossed all three faces.

An Yuheng took a deep breath. "Big Brother, are you saying we should use that thing?"

"If we do, there'll be no turning back!"

An Yudu's expression shifted between light and dark. His eyes flickered as he wavered, unable to make up his mind.

"Ah..."

An Yujun sighed again, but spoke with absolute resolve. "We passed the point of no return long ago. This is the only thing we can do now!"

"No matter what we choose, it's a fight to the death."

An Yudu gritted his teeth and spoke up. "Exactly. Refining the 'Alien Seed' to force a breakthrough into the Tribulation Transcendence Realm gives us at least a sliver of hope."

"As long as we keep it under control and don't expose it, no one will be able to detect anything..."

Just then, a cool night breeze drifted in.

An Yujun nodded. "We'll do it. We have only three days left."

"Make the most of our time!"

A short while later, the three patriarchs departed separately, heading for the secluded cultivation grounds deep within the clan.

The next day.

In the mountains surrounding the outskirts of Cangwu Mountain,

all the factions who had come for the occasion gathered together, each sending representatives to one of the largest peaks.

People filled both the ground and the sky.

All kinds of flying treasures drifted overhead.

There were all sorts of strange shapes.

They had gathered here, naturally, to decide who would face the An Clan's three patriarchs.

This was no small matter.

Of course, most people had only come to watch.

Everyone knew the three chosen fighters would surely come from the top factions.

Only those top factions had experts capable of facing the An Clan's three patriarchs.

For ordinary people to go would be no different from throwing their lives away.

However, in a corner of the sky...

On a leaf-shaped treasure several yards wide, Ye Xi and Qiao Xi sat facing each other.

A large iron pot sat before them.

The broth inside bubbled and steamed, sending up a fragrant cloud.

Various slices of meat, Spirit Fruits, and vegetables were laid out around them.

Qiao Xi took a deep breath and smiled. "That smells amazing! What kind of dish is this?"

Ye Xi grinned smugly. "Never tried it before? It's called hot pot. Once the water boils, you swish the ingredients around in it..."

"It's the best thing in the world!"

Qiao Xi patted her slightly rounded waist and couldn't help asking, "Where do you keep coming up with all these strange and wonderful ways to eat?"

"Heh, I came up with them myself, of course. All right, hurry up and eat!"

"Let me tell you, hot pot has to be eaten while it's hot."

The two of them paid no mind to the astonished looks of everyone else and dug in with gusto.

Below them.

An open space had been cleared at the summit of the mountain.

Dozens of figures sat in chairs, arranged in a semicircle.

Yuan Ruoyu and Ye Qingge were among them.

After several rounds of discussion,

two candidates had been successfully chosen.

The first was the mysterious great emperor whose figure was shrouded in black mist.

A great emperor had volunteered to fight in person.

Naturally, no one objected. The choice was unanimous.

The second was Cang Yuan, the Great Elder of the Jade Pool Holy Land.

Cang Yuan's strength was beyond question. Among those in the Mahayana Realm, he was an absolute top-tier expert.

He had fought several Mahayana Realm cultivators from other factions

and defeated every one of them with overwhelming force.

Thus, the second candidate was settled.

But the last spot had everyone stumped.

It wasn't that they lacked candidates.

Rather, Yuan Ruoyu and Ye Qingge had both stepped forward, each vying for the final spot.

As for their strength...

No one had many doubts about either of them. The problem was that neither would yield, and they looked ready to fight at the slightest provocation.

Ye Qingge said coldly:

"I'm claiming the last spot. The Immortal Dynasty already has one fighter. Do you still want to hog every place for the Jade Pool Holy Land?"

Yuan Ruoyu remained composed and replied coolly:

"Let strength decide. If someone from your Immortal Dynasty can defeat Cang Yuan, they're welcome to step forward!"

Ye Qingge snapped, "Then I'll fight you myself!"

Yuan Ruoyu's aura erupted. "Hmph! As if I'm afraid of you!"

Seeing that the two were really about to fight, the others hurriedly stepped in to smooth things over.

"Think of the consequences! Watch your conduct!"

If these two fought, it would seriously damage the Allied Army's morale!

The truth was, the reason both of them were so determined to claim the spot

was that the matter concerned Lin Feng, and neither was comfortable placing all their hopes in someone else's hands.

Otherwise, given their exalted status, they would never have made such a fuss.

"I'm claiming the last spot!"

"If you want to fight, then fight. No more talk!"

Just as the two were about to clash again, everyone rushed to pull them apart.

At the same time, Qiao Xi swished the ingredients around in the hot pot and said excitedly, "Look, they're about to fight!"

Ye Xi glanced over, hurriedly swallowed the food in his mouth, and thought that he'd been enjoying the meal so much he'd nearly forgotten the important business!

He looked at Qiao Xi and said urgently, "They really are about to fight. I have to go talk them down. You keep eating!"

"Hey—"

Qiao Xi opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Ye Xi had vanished from beside her.

She turned her head and saw that he was already standing between Yuan Ruoyu and Ye Qingge.

Ye Xi's sudden appearance startled everyone.

Not a single person present had sensed this handsome young man's aura.

Not even Cang Yuan!

Ye Xi cupped his hands to each side and said ingratiatingly, "Could you two do me a favor and stop fighting?"

Ye Qingge's expression turned grave. "Who are you?"

Yuan Ruoyu furrowed her brow as well. "Are you trying to claim the spot too?"

Ye Xi hesitated, then answered, "You may not have heard my name..."

Then he used a secret art to send a voice transmission to Yuan Ruoyu and Ye Qingge.

He followed up, "My master is the Immortal Great Emperor!"