Elder of the Separation and Reunion Pavilion: The Perils of the Divine Path

"To deal with a Demon God, you need either a Mystic Gate master versed in formations or a sword immortal whose Sword Qi is unmatched."

The Yin-Yang Dharma King set down the small bowl in his hand. "Old Ghost of Beimang isn't suited to coming here, so naturally, we can only bring this one in."

The Separation and Reunion Pavilion was a sword sect on the Eastern Sea, famous for settling accounts cleanly. Pay them enough, and they would settle your problem.

Kongkong'er was the sect's grand elder, a bona fide Immortal Sword Cultivator.

With someone like that coming to hold the fort in the Central Land, Third Young Master Su felt much more at ease.

The Ancient Netherworld wanted its share of the spoils, one of the few surviving Demon Gods was coming to the Central Land, and on top of that, there was a coup at just the right moment.

The Southern Dynasty was growing livelier by the day.

Fine days. Fine times.

"But if you want him to do something for you, you'll have to put something up. You'd better count what you have, boy."

The Yin-Yang Dharma King offered the reminder.

"Aren't we all members of the same..."

"Even brothers keep clear accounts. Besides, if you want to order him around, who do you think you are? That person? I'm telling you, it's only because this old man is famously honest and mild-tempered that you've been able to take a few liberties. Those birds at the Separation and Reunion Pavilion are notorious for selling anything if the price is right."

"Speaking of which, husband, don't you still have half of the Azure Flood Dragon's Divine Register?"

Little Fox seized her opening.

"That's a rare thing. None of us follows the path of incense offerings on the