Neither Qin Huanyu nor Wu Mingyue understood Qin Sheng's plan. Both wanted to stop him.
A Purple Palace cultivator attacking an Immortal sect still sounded too fantastical.
Wasn't it too bold?
"Xiao Sheng, isn't this too risky? You could cultivate for a few more years. With your talent and insight, plus the treasures Immortal Purple Cloud left behind, you'll raise your cultivation in no time," Wu Mingyue urged, appealing to both his heart and his reason.
"By then, I'm sure you'll be able to pressure the Four Saints Sect into backing down. There's no need to rush."
Instead of lying low and recovering his cultivation, this reincarnated Immortal wanted to make an enemy of a living Immortal. Wu Mingyue wanted to crack Qin Sheng's skull open and see what her son was thinking. There had to be something wrong with his head.
Besides, a Purple Palace Fiendgod wouldn't die from having his skull opened. It wouldn't even count as a minor injury.
"Father, Mother, don't worry. I know what I'm doing. Now that I've advanced to the Purple Palace Stage, I have what it takes to go wherever I please in Mingyang Commandery," Qin Sheng said with a smile.
"Is the gap between the Purple Palace Realm and an Immortal really that great? I don't think so. There are only the Myriad Forms and Primordial Spirit realms between them."
Back in the day, Qin Sheng had dared to attack Emperor Qing's Tomb while he was still at the Dao Palace realm—well, he hadn't actually attacked it. He'd only loitered outside and robbed Duan De. But he had shown up, the atmosphere had been right, and the intent had been there.
Wasn't the gap between Dao Palace and a Great Emperor even wider than the gap between Purple Palace and an