Already a Yaochi Disciple

Only three women had come from Yaochi Sacred Land, but each was a figure of considerable importance.

One appeared to be around thirty-five or thirty-six. Beautiful and dignified, she wore a serene expression. Her black hair stirred gently, a red mark adorned her brow, and her eyes were as soft as water, making her seem instantly approachable.

"This is my master, the current mistress of Yaochi."

The Yaochi Saintess introduced her. How could the Queen Mother of the West, the mistress of Yaochi Sacred Land, miss a gathering of the sects?

"The Queen Mother of the West..." Ye Fan, who had accompanied them, felt as though he had wandered into a myth. Emotion welled up in him, though he wondered whether he would get to eat a Flat Peach.

Could eating a nine-thousand-year-old Purple-Pattern Flat Peach make someone immortal?

"Greetings, fellow cultivator Queen Mother of the West."

Lin Xian showed no trace of nerves. A divine halo hung behind his head, making him look like a god-king descended from the nine heavens. With an air beyond the mundane, he faced a peak Great Power—perhaps even a King who had Severed the Dao—on equal footing.

The dignified, sacred Queen Mother of the West looked faintly surprised. A holy land's master at the peak of the Dao Palace realm was rare indeed.

"The Tianxuan Sacred Lord is remarkably young." The Queen Mother of the West smiled softly. Her dark hair was swept up and fastened with a Nine Phoenix Hairpin, from which rosy light cascaded, lending her a mature allure.

"You're mistaken, Queen Mother." Lin Xian remained perfectly at ease. With a slight smile, he said, "In fact, we've long been disciples of Yaochi."

"As heirs to Yaochi's Emperor's Son, we greet the Yaochi Saint."

As he spoke, Lin Xian turned toward