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Chapter 670 - 573: Choosing Sides?【Seeking Monthly Tickets, Seeking Subscriptions】

Chapter 670: Chapter 573: Choosing Sides?【Seeking Monthly Tickets, Seeking Subscriptions】

The Jufu Vein and Qifeng were actually quite far apart.

But after he transformed into a Primordial Spirit, his speed increased several times over.

So, the distance between the Jufu Vein and Qifeng, to Wang Zijia, wasn’t too far.

In just a few minutes, he arrived at Qifeng.

He looked down to see four peaks surrounding and locking in the three peaks at the core, standing still.

Hanging slightly in the air, he didn’t head straight for the main peak, instead, he headed toward the Demon Suppression Peak.

It was better to meet Li Zhengfang first, after all, they had an appointment.

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A silver light flashed by, and in a moment, he arrived at the Demon Suppression Peak.

Unlike the noise of the other peaks, Demon Suppression Peak was exceptionally calm. This not only described the environment, but also the Dao inheritance and the people.

There weren’t many buildings on the entire Demon Suppression Peak. Apart from large spiritual fields and a few buildings for disciples tending to them in the mountains, the rest was almost entirely covered with trees.

Only at the foot of the mountain, there were several clusters of urban buildings.

Other than that, only near the peak there was a large structure.

That was the place where the disciples of the Demon Suppression branch lived. The entire Demon Suppression branch was much ’calmer’ than the Scripture Pavilion branch!

The buildings on the top of the mountain were somewhat unique, reminiscent of a pagoda forest in a Buddhist backyard.

The top of the entire Demon Suppression Peak was densely packed, with thousands of Buddha towers of varying heights.

They were strategically spread out across the entire summit in an odd array.

In the center of these numerous towers, there was a nine-story pagoda that stood quietly at the core of these many buildings, more than ten meters tall.

This wasn’t just a structure, but also one of Wanyu’s sect-protecting Immortal Treasures: the Seventh Grade Immortal Treasure Demon Suppression Tower!

Perhaps not understanding Wang Zijia’s character, Li Zhengfang chose to meet not inside the tower.

Instead, the meeting place was within his own courtyard, not far from the Demon Suppression Tower.

After all, entering someone else’s magic treasure wasn’t generally a good thing.

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As Wang Zijia floated to the courtyard, the two gatekeepers immediately paid their respects, saying, "We greet God Monarch!"

Wang Zijia simply nodded, and before they had time to announce his arrival, one of the gatekeepers said, "The patriarch has been waiting for God Monarch for some time, please follow me."

Wang Zijia didn’t say much, he calmly followed the child into the courtyard, his hands behind his back.

The courtyard wasn’t too large and was also somewhat overly refined, like a female cultivator’s courtyard.

The child didn’t take him to the main hall for hosting guests, but led him to a side room instead. He stopped and gestured to Wang Zijia that the patriarch was inside after giving a bow.

Wang Zijia’s brows furrowed as he walked into the side room.

It was a study?

Or perhaps a cultivation room with more refined furnishings.

Li Zhengfang was standing inside, his back to him, head raised, looking at something.

Following his gaze, Wang Zijia paused.

A painting hung on the wall, or, more accurately, a huge Immortal Dao Animated Painting Scroll!

The protagonist of the massive painting was a vividly depicted youth, his face unparalleled, his aura incredibly sharp, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

At times, five long swords would perform world-shaking devil-slaying feats, at other times, huge molten fireballs would hover in the air, and then sometimes skies full of spears would descend like fiery meteors.

A host of images continuously flashed, all grand scenes of exorcising devils and slaying demons.

The images kept flashing until they finally settled on a scene atop a city wall, a man and a woman stood quietly, a light sadness pervading. There were no words or text, yet the scene of parting was rendered very clearly and moodily.

Wang Zijia recognized this scene, the partings and first meetings between him and Li Lan atop Fu Hou City walls happened here!

Originally, it was a picture of old friends parting, but given the great scenes of exorcising demons and slaying devils prior and Li Shenghong’s outcome after, this painting of people parting turned into a scene of people bidding farewell before they headed off to their deaths on the frontier!

It brought a sense of heroism and desolation, a tragic yet heroic poignancy flavoring a light sadness, along with boundless heroism!

Slightly taken aback by this painting, Wang Zijia also became slightly lost in thought.

He couldn’t help but recall things from 8,000 years ago and as for Li Lan, she was one of the few friends in Li Shenghong’s half-year life!

After all, Li Shenghong was too pure and clean, clean like a saint, untainted by the dirt of the mortal world, making it difficult for others to approach. Meanwhile, Li Lan, the guardian of the frontier was also one of those pure people.

Another silly cultivator concerned with the suffering of the masses!

Perhaps this was why, the two of them become good friends who appreciated each other. In the space of half a year, and with not much contact, they became very close friends.

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"This one was made after my aunt switched to learning some painting skills," Li Zhengfang said after a long while.

Wang Zijia also sobered up and, with a nod of his head, likely understood why Li Zhengfang recognized him.

After all, this painting wasn’t just visual, the spirit, the energy, the soul, were all captured extraordinarily vividly. There was even a special aura permeating the painting.

If one carefully observed this painting and then saw Wang Zijia who hadn’t concealed himself, one would easily recognize they were the same person.

"Li Lan... did she keep guarding on the frontier?" Wang Zijia asked with some nostalgia and a hint of sorrow.

Li Zhengfang nodded, he said, "My aunt said that she is a mortal person, and she can’t burn herself out to her fullest, but doing what should be done, living with a clear conscience, that is possible."

"For this reason, she guarded the border for hundreds of years, and later she guarded it together with me,"

"Until the Immortal Alliance disintegrated, the Three Sects divided, and the war calmed down, she returned to this Demon Suppression Peak to spend her last moments. She lived for 870 years, unmarried throughout her life, and yet she died with a smile."

"Thinking about it, she must have been satisfied with her life, right?"

Li Zhengfang’s voice was deep, as if he was reminiscing about those distant times.

Seven thousand years, it’s indeed too long, even for a Tribulation Crossing Cultivator!

Wang Zijia: "······"

Please stop talking about being unmarried all the time, it makes us sound like we’re having an affair!

"Right!" Li Zhengfang seemed to have remembered something and looked at Wang Zijia, "In the past, my aunt had searched the Entire Sect for Li Zhengfang and Ding Haiping, but she couldn’t find them."

"After I was born, my aunt simply gave me such a name, as for Ding Haiping······"

At this point, Li Zhengfang looked at Wang Zijia with a deep expression, "A thousand years later, I accidentally discovered a disciple with good talent within the Sect. His name was just that."

"I simply took him as a disciple on behalf of my teacher."

"Unexpectedly, now we both have become Tribulation Crossing Cultivators."

This was what Wang Zijia did casually when he found out that he couldn’t go to Wanyu.

Once during their casual chat, Wang Zijia said he was studying the Fate Calculation Path and asked Li Lan to help him find two disciples in Wanyu.

At that time, Wang Zijia was already teaching disciples in Changbao, so it wasn’t an excuse, there was nothing abrupt.

Originally, it was done casually. When Li Lan couldn’t find anyone, Wang Zijia knew that Li Zhengfang wasn’t born yet, so he didn’t pay it any mind.

But to his surprise, Li Lan did remember it. And when he couldn’t find anyone, Li Lan simply named his talented nephew this name.

It’s really······

However, there’s his portrait hanging in the house, he named his nephew with his words, and made his nephew grow up listening to his stories.

How could this not be misunderstood!

Luckily, he died several years before Li Zhengfang was born, otherwise, they might have thought it was an illegitimate child!

For a moment, Wang Zijia didn’t know how to continue the conversation, he certainly couldn’t say:

Don’t get me wrong, your aunt and I don’t have an illicit······private······affair, right?

"Sigh······" Wang Zijia, who didn’t know how to continue the conversation, sighed leisurely, full of vicissitudes.

Li Zhengfang was silent for a moment, suddenly said, "So should I call you Fellow Daoist Wang, or should I call you Sword Immortal senior?"

When it came to the main topic, Wang Zijia’s expression became somewhat serious, but before he could answer, Li Zhengfang frowned slightly.

He suddenly said, "Let’s go to the Wanyu Great Hall for a chat, shall we?"

Wang Zijia paused for a moment, and said simply, "Alright!"

With that said, the two of them left their room one after the other, transformed into streaming lights in the courtyard, and flew directly towards the adjacent Main Peak, the Wanyu Peak Summit and the Great Hall of Wanyu.

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When the two of them arrived at the main peak and stepped into the very grand Great Hall, there were already a good number of people waiting in the hall.

The Main Hall of Wanyu was very large, not in terms of the size of the physical building, but the fact that the interior space has been expanded to an exaggerated extent.

The entire Great Hall was large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people discussing matters at the same time.

At the core of the Great Hall, there were three dragon-chair like high seats, and next to them, there were many seats arranged in a line.

At this moment, Ding Haiping was sitting quietly in the center, and next to him was a carefree young man who had dressed up seriously for a rare occasion and was sitting somewhat lazily.

On the surrounding seats, there were also many great cultivators of the Primordial Spirit stage; Zhang Decheng, the three elders of Ascension Hall, were all present.

A large group of people were waiting for them to arrive.

It made the proceedings seem a bit too formal. Usually, when ordinary disciples advanced to the stage of Primordial Spirit, it probably wouldn’t be this grand.

When Li Zhengfang and Wang Zijia arrived at the Great Hall, Wang Zijia stopped in front of the hall, and Li Zhengfang proceeded to the main seat.

Wang Zijia saluted everyone, and all the cultivators, including the Head Teacher and a few other Tribulation Crossing Major Cultivators, rose to return the salute.

The next moment, behind Wang Zijia, a jade seat of the same scale as the three main seats quickly grew out of nothingness.

Seeing this, Wang Zijia didn’t hesitate and sat down comfortably on the seat.

"Li······Fellow Daoist, is your cultivation stable now?" Ding Haiping was the first to ask tentatively.

"Head Teacher can simply address me as Wang Zijia!" Wang Zijia said indifferently.

The eyes of several great cultivators of the Primordial Spirit stage brightened upon hearing his words.

Head Teacher Ding Haiping paused for a moment, then said, "Fellow Daoist, are you not planning to return to the Divine Capital of Daqian? If I’m not mistaken, you should be the ninth younger brother of the current Prefect, Li Shenghui, of the Daqian Imperial Family, right?"

Wang Zijia shook his head and said, "Not to mention now, eight thousand years ago, since the day I left the Divine Capital, I swore that I would not return to the Divine Capital in this life."

Between Wang Zijia’s indifferent demeanor, he maintained some of Li Shenghong’s personal characteristics. Being a reincarnation, some things could be different, but some things never changed.

"Then, Fellow Daoist, how do you view Daqian and Wanyu?" Ding Haiping asked so.

Choice of sides?

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