Immortal Father
Chapter 177 - 177 71 Young Grandmaster Six Updates_2

177: Chapter 71: Young Grandmaster [Six Updates]_2 177: Chapter 71: Young Grandmaster [Six Updates]_2 Niu Benben snorted coldly, his body covered in black armor, and glared at the old fox, cursing,

“Both of us are ancient undying creatures, stop trying to act frisky with me!”

“Your Highness, why are you so unromantic today,” the vixen sighed softly, “If you had married me a millennium ago, why would I have needed to waste my time with those useless soft-shelled shrimps?”

Marry you?

A string of curses went through Niu Benben’s mind.

‘The ancestor of my lineage, I was just intimate with you for half a year, and I lost hundreds of years of cultivation!’

“Enough already!”

Niu Benben was so anxious he started banging on the table:

“I told you to spread the rumor that there was a treasure beneath the Immortal Dynasty’s territory, how did you come up with the stuff about Xuanyuan’s bloodline and the Human Race’s destiny dragon vein?”

“Your Highness, are you blaming me now?”

The vixen had a tray in her hands and elegantly sat next to Niu Benben, pouring him a cup of wine, her demeanor utterly seductive.

She said softly,

“The rumor you concocted, Your Highness, while not full of holes, was also completely unattractive; how could it have lured other lords to the East Continent?

“I couldn’t let my efforts go to waste.

“To keep Your Highness’s secret, after spreading the rumor, I even had more than a dozen of my closest confidantes killed to silence them.

“Ah, Your Highness, instead of cherishing me, you come questioning me in such agitation; it truly upsets me.”

“They’re all silenced?”

Niu Benben’s eyes darted around, and he suddenly remembered that this old vixen’s cultivation was even higher than his own, and she was a tough character.

It was only because she always referred to herself as ‘your humble servant’ that she seemed frail and easy to bully.

The vixen said softly, “Your Highness, don’t you trust me?”

Niu Benben laughed, “I was just too anxious…

I had just heard that the rumor we released somehow attracted a tough character from the Seven Scales tribe, that Cailin the Great, whom you also know we cannot afford to provoke, so in my haste…”

“Hehehe.”

The vixen covered her mouth with a light laugh, naturally sitting herself on Niu Benben’s lap.

“Your Highness, I have no blame for you.

That little snake is someone I deliberately lured in.

Both her parents were slain by the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, and she harbors deep hatred for the Human Race.

“But don’t worry, Your Highness, if it weren’t for that, why would I have silenced all my closest followers?

“Now, the only ones who know about this are you and…me.”

As she spoke the last word, she was already whispering sweet nothings by Niu Benben’s ear.

Niu Benben swallowed hard.

He knew full well the capabilities of this old vixen; if he didn’t leave quickly, he feared he might lose another few hundred years of his cultivation!

But just as he was about to push the vixen away, his hands, as if possessed by some ghostly force, inexplicably found their way to her slender waist.

“Your Highness,” the vixen gently bit her lip, her forehead pressed against Niu Benben’s, “If Your Highness still doesn’t trust me, there’s nothing else I can do but to make you believe me like this.”

“No, let’s not do this.

You are still my senior.

Right out of Niu Village, you deceived me.

Hu Niang, it’s not easy for me to accumulate cultivation…

However, cultivation can still be re-attained…”

Before Niu Benben could finish, he was interrupted.

A faint ripple crossed the entrance of the cave dwelling, merging seamlessly with the mountain, making it extremely concealed.

Half a month later.

Niu Benben sneakily left the hidden cave dwelling, transforming into a gust of black wind as he returned to his own.

For some reason.

The silhouette of the cow hidden in the black wind appeared somewhat emaciated.

…

At the Wanyun Sect, behind the main peak’s mountain.

Li Dazhi and Sect Leader Yun Mo descended on a cloud and waited for a while in front of a bamboo forest.

Soon after, Daoist Kongming came with his hands behind his back.

“Master!”

“Greetings to the Ancestor Master,”

Li Dazhi and the Sect Leader bowed in unison.

Daoist Kongming waved his hand, and said warmly, “Yun Mo, has the Immortal Dynasty been peaceful?”

“Yes,” the Sect Leader sighed, “Although there have been numerous deaths and injuries, the commoners are more grateful for the protection provided by the sects.

The situation is relatively stable everywhere, and many wealthy merchants have moved to the Royal City, saying that there are Immortals and grand formations for protection there.”

Daoist Kongming shook his head.

Li Dazhi bowed and said:

“Master, the Immortal Dynasty’s relief efforts are also complete.

In total, seventeen city-states, one hundred and twenty-nine villages were affected, with the loss of six hundred and twenty-seven thousand and more mortals.”

“Each city and village has already been assigned two to three disciples to oversee the rebuilding efforts.”

“Additionally, several elders sent out by the Sect Leader have now clarified the cause of this demon calamity.”

A cold light flashed in Sect Leader Yun Mo’s eyes: “It turns out that someone in the Western Continent has been spreading rumors, claiming our Wanyun Sect is secretly protecting the descendants of the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan!

Consequently, that incited the Cailin Demon King from the Seven-Scale Tribe!

The person spreading rumors behind the scenes has malicious intent!

Clearly, they aim to use the power of the Demon Race to undermine the foundation of our Wanyun Sect!”

Daoist Kongming frowned and asked, “Does the Sect Leader know who is spreading the rumors?”

“Not yet,” Yun Mo mused, “I have already asked friends from the Western Continent to help trace it, but all leads have broken off.”

Li Dazhi, however, said: “Master, Sect Leader, the most important thing now is not who spread the rumors, but how we can clarify this misinformation.”

Daoist Kongming laughed: “The Demon Race has declared war on our Wanyun Sect; do we need an excuse for that?

If we go to clarify the rumors, it will only invite ridicule from our fellow cultivators, as if we were afraid of these demons and devils.”

“Even so, this situation still inevitably poses hidden concerns.”

Li Dazhi said earnestly:

“Master, think about it, with just a bit of effort from us, we could spare the common mortals from calamities and also reduce the losses among our own Qi Cultivators.”

“Moreover, we could employ some tactics.

“Since they are spreading rumors that the royal family of the Immortal Dynasty descends from Xuanyuan, why not have a small sect initiate the mocking of us, letting the sects of the East Continent laugh at us for allegedly using the name of the Yellow Emperor to elevate our own sect’s status.”