A Sixth-Layer Tribulation Immortal Leaves Mount Shu!

The old man raised an eyebrow.

"You want Senior Brother Qingxiao to make a move?"

"Exactly." Daoist Wuzhen gritted his teeth. "Senior Brother Qingxiao is at the Sixth Layer of Tribulation Immortal realm. If he's willing to make a trip to the Netherworld Trench, those petty scoundrels will naturally dare not cause trouble again."

The old man pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"Wu Zhen, you're using Qingxiao as a bodyguard."

"Master, please forgive me!" Cold sweat beaded on Daoist Wuzhen's forehead.

"Enough." The old man waved his hand. "That Chen Changqing is indeed a promising talent. I just deduced the secrets of heaven, and this boy has abundant fortune. He will surely achieve great things in the future. It's not a loss for Mount Shu to protect him."

He stood up, his figure flashed in the void, and disappeared into the depths of the starry sea.

At the entrance to the Fifth-Layer Heavenly Palace, Daoist Wuzhen stood respectfully outside the stone gate, beads of sweat sliding down his forehead.

He had been waiting here for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

There was no movement inside the stone gate, as if the whole world had fallen into eternal silence.

Just as Daoist Wuzhen began to doubt whether his master had really gone to invite someone, the stone gate suddenly emitted a muffled rumble.

The door slowly opened.

A figure in cyan emerged from the doorway; it was none other than Wu Zhen's master, the previous Sect Leader of the Mount Shu sect, Fifth Layer of Tribulation Immortal Daoist Qingyuan.

Behind Daoist Qingyuan was a tall, elderly man.

The old man had white hair and beard, but his face was as rosy as a baby's, his eyes were bright and piercing, and his whole body exuded a chilling aura of power.

Sixth Layer of Tribulation Immortal, True Lord Qingxiao.

Daoist Wuzhen quickly stepped forward and bowed. "Disciple Wu Zhen greets Grand-Martial Uncle Qingxiao."

True Lord Qingxiao waved his hand, his voice booming like a bell. "Alright, enough with the formalities. Your master has already told me the situation. That kid named Chen Changqing is the best talent of your Mount Shu generation?"

"Indeed," said Daoist Wuzhen respectfully. "This child possesses astonishing talent. Before the age of twenty, he had already reached the Middle True Lord Stage, and in the Heavenly Void Grand Tournament, he defeated dozens of experts of the same level to win the Champion."

True Lord Qingxiao nodded. "To win the championship in the Heavenly Void Grand Tournament, one certainly has some skill. However—"

He changed the subject, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. "I've heard that this kid always gets into trouble whenever he goes out. Last time he was almost surrounded and killed by Devil Cultivators in the Blood Moon World, and this time someone spread the news, attracting True Lord Cultivators from all over the Nine Provinces. Why does your Mount Shu like to take in such jinxes?"

Daoist Wuzhen shook his head with a wry smile, "Grandmaster is right. I both love and hate this kid. His talent is indeed unparalleled, but he always manages to cause such a commotion. It's almost driving me crazy."

"Very well, very well." True Lord Qingxiao waved his hand. "Since your master has spoken, I cannot refuse. The Netherworld Trench, is it? I will go there now and see which fools dare to lay a hand on the disciples of Mount Shu."

With a stomp of his foot, he transformed into a streak of azure light and vanished into the void in an instant.

Daoist Wuzhen gazed in the direction where True Lord Qingxiao had departed and let out a long sigh of relief.

"With our grandmaster uncle taking charge, there shouldn't be any problems this time."

Daoist Qingyuan stood beside him and said calmly, "Wu Zhen, this matter is not simple. To be able to spread information on the Nine Provinces Darknet and remain completely anonymous, the person behind it is no ordinary person."

"Disciple understands." A cold glint flashed in Daoist Wuzhen's eyes. "Once Chen Changqing returns to Mount Shu, disciple will investigate thoroughly."

The Netherworld Trench.

This is a massive rift stretching between the Western Nine Provinces and the East Sea, its depths unfathomable, and shrouded in a dense, Netherworld Qi year-round.

The seawater here has an eerie deep purple hue, with a thin layer of black mist floating on its surface, exuding an unsettling atmosphere.

If an ordinary Cultivator stays here for too long, their soul will be eroded.

But at this moment, hundreds of streaks of light gathered above this desolate trench.

One by one, True Lord Cultivators hovered in mid-air, their eyes fixed on the depths of the trench.

"Chen Changqing hasn't arrived yet?"

"It should be soon. The Nine Provinces Darknet says their course is in this direction."

"We'll make our move as soon as he arrives!"

"Are you crazy? That's the Personal Disciple of the Mount Shu Sect Master! You dare to lay a hand on him?"

"What are you afraid of? The law doesn't punish everyone! There are so many of us here, Mount Shu can't possibly kill us all, can they?"

"Besides, we're not after his life, we just want a wisp of Chaotic Origin Energy. At worst, we'll compensate him with some Spirit Stones. Would Mount Shu really risk their lives for something like that?"

Whispers rose and fell among the crowd.

Some hesitated, some were resolute, but greed gleamed in everyone's eyes.

Just then, a bronze warship slowly sailed in from the distant horizon.

On the hull of the warship, there is a huge Chinese character "Shu" engraved on it.

"They're here!"

"It's a warship from Mount Shu!"

"Get ready to move!"

Hundreds of True Lord Cultivators simultaneously unleashed their magical Law Power, and various colored lights intertwined in the sky, illuminating the entire sea area as if it were daytime.

On the deck of the Mount Shu Warship.

Chen Changqing stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the densely packed figures ahead, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Master, how many people have come?"

Daoist Chen Yuan's expression was grave. "At least three hundred people, and there's a continuous stream of escape lights rushing in from afar. It seems that news on the Nine Provinces Darknet is spreading faster than we imagined."

"Three hundred men?" Bai Wuya walked up to Chen Changqing, carrying his silver spear, and sneered, "Have these people lost their minds, daring to come and besiege our Mount Shu?"

"Uncle-Master Wuya, don't be careless." Liu Ruyan stepped forward, her tone grave. "Although most of these people are Cultivators from third-rate forces, three hundred True Lord attacking together would force even Heavenly Monarch to retreat."

"So what?" Bai Wuya scoffed dismissively. "Today I'll show them that the disciples of Mount Shu are not to be trifled with."

Chen Changqing remained silent, his Divine Sense having already expanded to its maximum range of three thousand miles.

Behind these three hundred-plus True Lord Cultivators, there were more than a dozen other auras hidden in the distance.

The owners of those auras were all Heavenly Monarch.

"Interesting," Chen Changqing muttered to himself. "It seems this matter is more complicated than we imagined."

He turned to look at Daoist Chen Yuan: "Master, I have a plan."

Daoist Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow. "Speak."

"Let me go down and talk to them," Chen Changqing said calmly. "These people just want the Chaotic Origin Energy. I'll give them an explanation and see if I can resolve this situation."

"Are you crazy?" Liu Ruyan's expression changed. "These people are up to no good. If you go down, you'll be like a lamb entering a tiger's den."

"Don't worry," Chen Changqing patted Liu Ruyan on the shoulder, "I know what I'm doing."

He lightly touched the deck with his toes, and his entire body transformed into a streak of azure light, heading straight towards the group of True Lord Cultivators.