"Whenever any cultivator in our Eastern Jin undergoes tribulation and ascends, it is a momentous event that shakes the nine provinces. High-level Spirit Transformation experts from every sect will come to observe—and Fan Feichen of the Mountain-Suppressing Sword Sect will certainly bring Chen Shan to the Flying Immortal Platform. Once Qiu Zhenyun ascends, we can make our move against Fan Feichen and Chen Shan!"
He Changkong smiled faintly, brimming with confidence. "That way, there will be no need to wipe out the entire Mountain-Suppressing Sword Sect. Killing just a few people will erase every threat before it can take shape."
Han Daoming frowned. "For this operation... our two sects alone won't be enough."
"Other than the Red Luan Immortal Sect, every other sect would love nothing more than to see Chen Shan dead!"
He Changkong patted his chest in assurance. "Sect Master Han, rest easy. I'll handle persuading the other sects."
"Very well. Then I'll leave you to it, Sect Master He."
Han Daoming nodded.
He Changkong waved a hand with a smile. "If the Hall Master holds us accountable afterward, then our eight great sects will bear the responsibility together. I doubt he will severely punish all eight sects just because a few people died."
"Precisely."
Han Daoming voiced his agreement.
Seeing his master and Han Daoming reach an agreement, Ye Xuanji, standing nearby, was filled with excitement as well.
"Chen Shan, you have ten-odd years left to live at most!"
He sneered inwardly, a savage gleam flashing through his eyes.
"Sect Master Han, await my news." He Changkong clasped his fists toward Han Daoming, then vanished from the summit of Jade Capital Mountain with Ye Xuanji.
Han Daoming's expression turned cold.
Staring at the spot where He Changkong had disappeared, he said hoarsely, "Shenyu, this He Changkong is