The Black Hand Enters the Immortal Realm

After kicking the Taiyin Lineage out, Zhang Yang was about to discuss serious matters when Cang Song came rushing in like a gale.

"You brat, I'm at a crucial stage in cultivating the Divine Dao, and you called me here to stew fish? If I fail in my cultivation, I'll come looking for trouble with you... Where's the fish? Where's the venison?"

Cang Song charged into Zhang Yang's villa, but upon seeing outsiders present, he hurriedly reined himself in and said with a beaming smile, "Oh, so there are honored guests here."

Zhang Yang smiled. "The fish pond is on the back mountain. Go ask them to send you a fish. Oh, you'll have to bring them something in return before they give you one. Don't even think of snatching it by force—they may have undergone some changes by now."

"The venison is here. You can have all of it. As for other spirit medicines and materials, go ask Third Martial Uncle for them."

"Easy, easy!" Cang Song hurried off.

Only after seeing Cang Song off did Zhang Yang turn serious. Looking at the people from the Immortal Realm, he said, "Not long ago, eighty-four True Immortals descended to the Lower Realm and were ultimately wiped out by two hundred Ghost Realm Envoys. You should all know about that, right?"

"We do!" everyone answered with nods.

Shangguan Feng'er even said, "Wasn't this a trap laid by the War Demon Marshal of the Demon Realm? You're familiar with the Demon Lords of the Demon Realm. Do you know why the War Demon Marshal did this?"

"A trap laid by the War Demon Marshal?" Zhang Yang stared blankly for a moment, then laughed. "I know Senior Gudoer as well, but what right does he have to mobilize the power of two hundred