Immortal Father
Chapter 393 - 393 143 A Threat from Forge-Heaven Gate Additional Release for Votes

393: Chapter 143 A Threat from Forge-Heaven Gate [Additional Release for Votes] 393: Chapter 143 A Threat from Forge-Heaven Gate [Additional Release for Votes] The material of this skirt Master is truly exquisite,

cool and refreshing, soft and lightweight, with the added effect of shielding from the probing of others’ immortal perception.

Li Ping’an, transformed into a little honeybee, clung to Master’s sleeve and watched as a Yuan Immortal servant appeared and opened the courtyard door, leading the ‘genius’ Heavenly Immortal of the Forge-Heaven Gate inside.

Mo Yunshen held a folding fan in his hand, stepped on a pair of flying cloud shoes, and wore a blue-white gradient Daoist robe, definitely at the forefront of East Continent fashion.

Qing Su reminded in a transmitted voice, “He shouldn’t be my match.”

“Master,” Li Ping’an said softly, “we don’t need to take action against him, and if it comes to that, it should certainly be an unexpected and full-powered strike.”

“That’s also true.”

Qing Su nodded, casually sat on a bench in the dining hall, took out an oilcloth bag, and began to arrange the pastries inside.

Then, from next door came the greeting of Elder Yansheng:

“Fellow Daoist, you’ve come today claiming to show my Wanyun Sect a clear path, what is your intention here?”

He cut straight to the point without exchanging pleasantries with Mo Yunshen.

Mo Yunshen let out a shallow laugh, glanced at the dry pipe in Yansheng’s hand, and joked, “The Wanyun Sect is now so wealthy, how is it that Elder Yansheng, a Hall Master of both the Mundane Affairs and Nourishing Clouds Halls, only smokes these hundred-year-old Spiritual Root fragments?”

Yansheng shook his head with a smile, “This is just a bit of a personal habit, not worth spending too much Spirit Stone on.

If I were to receive an honored guest, I would naturally use some Spiritual Root leaves that are hard to come by outside.”

“Is that so?”

Mo Yunshen was not embarrassed, he smoothly took a seat in front of Elder Yansheng and said with a smile:

“It seems that my presence carries too little weight.”

“Not necessarily so.”

Yansheng casually switched to a Biyu Smoking Pipe, took a drag with his head lowered, and his wrinkled face gained a bit more vigor.

Wisps of green smoke drifted from the pipe, adding a touch of fragrance to the study.

Yansheng spoke slowly, “Fellow Daoist, let us speak plainly, Forge-Heaven Gate has been challenging my Wanyun Sect repeatedly of late, making it unclear where my sect might have offended Forge-Heaven Gate.”

Mo Yunshen laughed, “I’m particularly interested in knowing how your sect’s Great Wealth Immortal and the nearly-enlightened immortals view this matter.”

“I have been at the shore of the East Sea and have not returned to the mountains,”

Yansheng stated indifferently:

“But judging from the operations of our various shops, there hasn’t been much impact.

“Forge-Heaven Gate is known as the strongest Artifact Refining sect in this world, and my Wanyun Sect merely conducts business in high-quality Magic Artifacts, which should not clash with Forge-Heaven Gate.

“Forge-Heaven Gate first accused my Wanyun Sect of suppressing other Artifact Refining sects, then gathered numerous small sects to censure us, even proposing to escalate the matter to the Eastern Alliance…

Tsk, one would think that the mighty Forge-Heaven Gate would not be envious of my Wanyun Sect’s small Spirit Stone business, there must be some reason behind this.”

“That’s correct.”

Mo Yunshen leant back in his wooden chair, lifted the hem of his Daoist robe, and crossed his legs.

He appeared relaxed and said slowly:

“I’m here today to inform Elder Yansheng about this matter, and to urge you to send word to the Great Wealth Immortal as soon as possible.

“What Elder Yansheng has seen is just an appetizer.

“I can also share the background with Elder Yansheng.

Inside Forge-Heaven Gate, several Supreme Elders are quite dissatisfied with Wanyun Sect’s approach to Artifact Refining, and although I could try to persuade them, if they lose their tempers, I truly won’t be able to hold them back.

“At that time, Wanyun Sect may face significant trouble.”

Elder Yansheng was speechless: “Are you threatening us?”

“It’s merely a reminder, not a threat,” Mo Yunshen smiled, “I’ve been persuading the elders within our sect to plead on behalf of Wanyun Sect.”

“These words ‘to plead’ may be somewhat inappropriate.”

Elder Yansheng said calmly:

“Though my Wanyun Sect is not a dominant power, since establishing our sect, we’ve never shied away from trouble.

“Forge-Heaven Gate has initiated conflict without reason and now comes here to intimidate us.

“Even if this matter is brought before the Eastern Alliance, my Wanyun Sect will not yield an inch.”

Mo Yunshen narrowed his eyes with a knowing smile:

“Everyone knows the Great Wealth Immortal of Wanyun Sect and the enlightened immortals have earned the favor of the third vice leader of the Eastern Alliance.

“But Elder Yansheng, the veteran Artifact Refiners of my race in my sect are all on par with the likes of Xu Sheng, and one vice leader may not be sufficient to cover for you all.

“My visit today was simply to avert conflict between our sects.

“If Wanyun Sect were to quietly make some Spirit Stone, open a few shops, there would indeed be no major issues, but should you reach out to areas you shouldn’t, do not blame others for being discourteous.”

Having said this, Mo Yunshen flicked the hem of his Daoist robe, rose, and bowed towards Elder Yansheng.

“The Great Wealth Immortal is a wise person, he will surely understand what I’m saying.

“Having said my piece, I’ll take my leave.”

Elder Yansheng clicked his pipe: “No need to see you out.”

Mo Yunshen turned with a smile, walked away with his hands behind his back, the soles of his shoes still infused with a touch of immortal power.

The grand array was activated again, and the Yuan Immortal servant stood silently guarding the gate outside.

Li Ping’an and Qing Su emerged from a small door behind the bookshelf, while Elder Yansheng rose, wiped down his chair with immortal power, and took a seat at his desk.

Qing Su, not wishing to discuss these matters, would sit at a distant table and chair.

Wen Ling’er, with light steps, brought over tea and pastries, and then attended to Qing Su’s side, massaging and patting the ‘Hall Master’s’ shoulders, making Qing Su’s expression very comfortable.

Elder Yansheng took a few puffs of his pipe and let out a slight sigh, “Forge-Heaven Gate is quite domineering.”

“Was the conversation just now recorded?” Li Ping’an suddenly asked.

“It was,” Elder Yansheng retrieved a Liuying Pearl from his sleeve, his old face immediately blooming into a semi-open chrysanthemum, “later I’ll make several copies, this is direct evidence of Forge-Heaven Gate’s threat against us.”