Who Is Stronger, You or the Bodhisattva?

The other end of the jade slip fell silent again. After a long while, it finally asked, "Would Senior Brother Yun Miao agree?"

How could Ling Su fail to understand such an obvious attempt to shirk responsibility? She immediately realized what the other party feared.

Cultivators who had entered the third rank stood only one final step away from immortality. Each cherished their life more than the last and would not easily take the field in person. This was especially true in Northern Continent, where the Three Immortals Sect ruled alone.

"I'll speak to Eldest Senior Brother."

Ling Su bit down hard on her lip. Even when Eldest Senior Brother had told her to split the daoist grounds with that insect demon's disciple, she had never considered laying hands on that cultivator. But that brat had gone too far—his edge was fully bared, and he made no effort to conceal his greedy heart.

Having made up her mind, she cleanly revealed Shen Yi's background. She first explained that Senior Brother Yun Miao was merely mindful of Uncle-Master Qingguang's reputation, then deliberately omitted Crane Boy's praise for Grand Emperor of Void Alchemy.

"If he had honestly remained in Spirit Void Cave, then should anything happen, we would naturally bear responsibility. But he came out on his own. Even if his corpse were cast into the wilderness, no one would ask after it."

Upon hearing this, True Person Mao Feng pondered for a moment. Rather than answer immediately, he carefully asked how the great demon on his side had been slain.

After hearing the whole account, the fury he had barely suppressed flared up again.

In Northern Continent, winning over and subduing a great demon was no easy task.

Whether fighting for daoist grounds or gathering imperial aura, their help was indispensable.