What was the most important thing for Xuanwu cultivators?
Of course, resources.
Resources had always been a case of too many monks and too little porridge. There was never enough to go around.
The Immortal Palace might look enormous, as though its resources were inexhaustible, but that was only when viewed as a whole.
The Immortal Palace's internal structure was vast. It had over a dozen Sacred Lands alone, and each Sacred Land had no fewer than seven or eight lineages, sometimes more than a dozen. Within every lineage were even finer branches, all competing against one another.
Thus, while the Immortal Palace was the cultivation ground dreamed of by countless young elites of the Immortal Dynasty, the competition within it was also extraordinarily fierce and cruel.
Originally, their internal competition was one thing. But now outsiders had come to claim a share of the pie, naturally provoking the outrage and hostility of the Extreme Ice Sacred Land.
"You people are from East Qian's Lingyun Sacred Land?" Zhang Huaibing stared at Fang You'an, Wang Zongsheng, and the others, his brow deeply furrowed. "Have East Qian people become this reckless?"
"East Qian Sacred Land?" Wang Zongsheng hurriedly shook his head and earnestly explained, "No, we are from East Qian Kingdom, Longzuo Purple Mansion Academy, the Mystic Ice Hall lineage."
Zhang Huaibing's face darkened.
Had East Qian's Lingyun Sacred Land really fragmented into such a patchwork state? That long string of titles sounded like the branch of a branch of a branch within Lingyun Sacred Land.
Nowadays, even such a tiny offshoot dared come to the Immortal Palace's Extreme Ice Sacred Land and block its gates? Did their Extreme Ice Sacred Land not have any face to save?
The expressions of the other Extreme Ice Sacred Land elders and disciples changed instantly