Chapter 106: Changsheng Tian and Yidaozi

  "Hmph, Yang Yi's life plate hasn't even shattered yet, and you're already saying he's dead? Elder Ma, are you being a bit too hasty?" The speaker was Lu Ming, his face ashen. Everyone knew the relationship between Lu Ming and Yang Yi.

  These elders are complexly related, forming cliques and gangs is very normal. The one who was just refuted to the point of being speechless is Ma Changlao.

  Ma Zhanglao stood up, coldly smiling: "Lu Zhanglao, who doesn't know you're favoring Yang Yi? But in a cursed land, humph, it's hard for Lu Zhanglao to rescue him. Don't mention that Yang Yi is just a minor Blood Condensation cultivator; even if he were a powerful Shape-Shifting expert, they would never return once they went in. Even if he doesn't die now, he won't be able to struggle on for many more days."

  Yang Yitian was indulging in his talent, since heaven could let him condense the nine drops of essence and blood, I wonder who can do it for so many years? He has such a great aura, how can he be a short-lived person? He must be able to turn disaster into good fortune! Lu Ming's eyes were firm, he seemed to be completely unaffected by the cursed land, righteous and majestic. However, in his heart, he was also worried, but at this moment, he had to show his momentum.

  Old Ma wanted to say more, but a faint voice came into Lu Ming's ears: "Yang Yi is arrogant and self-conceited. Even if he has great talent, it's hard to avoid being cut off prematurely. Doesn't Old Road know that heaven often destroys the talented?"

  The elder who spoke was Zhao Yuandragon, who had a mortal feud with Lu Ming and Yang Yi.

  "Zhao Yuanlong..." Lu Ming's eyes sank.

  These old men are all unwilling to give in, and they also have their own interests at stake. Even if they argue for ten thousand years or a hundred million years, they won't be able to come up with anything good.

  "Shut up, all of you! This is the grand hall of deliberation, and yet you elders are making such a racket. If you continue to make noise, don't blame me for taking disciplinary action!"

  Yan Benli's voice was like a thunderclap, suppressing the many elders present. As the chief enforcer of the Huálóng Palace, Yan Benli had the authority to punish any cultivator from the various sects, and his ferocity was renowned for having personally killed several rebellious Huáshèng elders in the past. His power even surpassed that of the palace master, who had spent years cultivating. Therefore, when Yan Benli let out a loud shout, the other elders did not dare to make another sound.

  Yan Benli swept his gaze around the elders, snorted coldly and said: "Now that the Tianyan Gate has made its move, you want us to make concessions to the Huolong Palace, but you're still arguing here, and it's all because of a talented disciple. Elder Ma, Elder Zhao, no matter what, Yang Yi is a talented disciple of our Huolong Palace, we should unite as one, up and down, and jointly respond to Tianyan Gate's provocation. But instead, you're discussing punishing a disciple who doesn't know life or death? Hmph, this time I'll remember it, next time don't blame me for being ruthless!"

  Ma Changlao and Zhao Yuanlong exchanged a glance, with a hint of sharpness in their eyes. Although they were dissatisfied with Yan Benli's obvious bias towards Yang Yi, they didn't dare to speak out.

  How could Yan Benli not see through the thoughts of these two people, especially Zhao Yuanlong? His brother Zhao Yuantiger died at the hands of Yang Yi, and Yang Yi even provoked him, a dignified elder. Zhao Yuanlong would certainly not let it go easily.

  "Zhang Lao, Ma Lao, don't blame me for being biased. Hmph, this is the Palace Master's secret decree." Yan Benli's eyes gleamed sharply as he spoke in a light tone.

  "What? Is it the palace owner? Can this be true?"

  Not only Zhao Yuanlong and Ma Changlao, but all the other elders were shocked. The master of Huāng Lóng Palace was indeed powerful in cultivation, being the only one in Huāng Lóng Palace who had achieved the highest level of mastery, holding the greatest power in Huāng Lóng Palace. However, he had always been cultivating deep within the palace and would never come out unless it was a matter of utmost importance, let alone take the initiative to send a message to Yan Benli.

  These elders suddenly turned their minds and immediately smelled a strange smell. For Yang Yi's affairs, they specially sent a message to the law enforcement elder. Just because of this, it can be seen that the palace owner attaches great importance to Yang Yi. Thinking of this, Ma Changlao and Zhao Yuanlong both had gloomy faces.

  But just then, a faint voice suddenly appeared.

  "Not bad, I said so."

  The entire hall was filled with dozens of elders, who were shocked to hear the voice. Suddenly, a rift appeared in the void, and a sphere emerged from within it.

  This round ball was bouncing up and down, its chubby face extremely cute. However, the elders all knelt down on the ground and said: "Greetings, Palace Master!"

  It turned out that this chubby meatball was actually the first person of Huā Lóng Gōng, a master who could communicate with heaven, and the palace master of Huā Lóng Gōng.

  Yan Ben furrowed his brow and said: "Palace Master, I can take care of everything myself. Why bother the Palace Master?"

  Yan Benli knew that the palace master was cultivating a technique that could penetrate heaven and earth, and it was at a critical moment in his cultivation, so he must not be distracted.

  A voice came from the meatball: "Yan Changlao, this matter requires me to show up in person. There's an old friend here, how can I not personally welcome him? Yi Daozi, since you're already here, come out!"

  Many elders were shocked and heard from the palace master's tone that someone had already arrived here.

  What shocked everyone even more was the identity of this old man - Yi Daozi, which is actually the revered name of the leader of the Tianyan Gate.

  As soon as the host finished speaking, a faint ripple appeared in the void, and then a figure gradually took shape. It was just a middle-aged man, but his entire body was perfectly round, as if he were perfect.

  This is Tianyanmen's leader, the invincible Yidaozi, also a master of Tongtian.

  Yidaozi burst out laughing and said: "Haha, Changshengtian, it's been thousands of years since we last met. I didn't expect your cultivation to have advanced so much, congratulations are in order! However, Changshengtian, you're wearing a mask, which this seat doesn't like!"

  The master of Huálóng Palace is named Chángshēng Tiān. If it weren't for Yìdàozi, many of the elderly here wouldn't even know that.

  Only to see Yidaozi's hand lightly grasped, the surrounding void appeared with a colorful glow, these clusters of colorful glows directly penetrated the void and exploded on Changshengtian's plump flesh ball, instantly turning it into powder.

  "Haha, Yidaozi, you're not bad either. Your cultivation is also making rapid progress. It seems that in these years, you haven't been idle either."

  The smoke and dust dispersed, and the true face of Lushan was finally revealed. The chubby meatball was gone, but what appeared before everyone's eyes was a white and tender three-foot-tall baby.

  "Ah...... Lord Palace...... this......"

  Many of the elders were shocked and did not expect that their palace master was actually a child, this is really too unbelievable.

  However, Changsheng Tian did not appear awkward at all. His feet seemed to have stepped on the stairs, and in the void, there was a footprint with each step. And under one of them, a lotus flower bloomed in the void, filling the room with its fragrance.

  Moreover, his body grew a big chunk with each step. By the time he reached the same height as Yidaozi, Changshengtian had transformed from a chubby infant into a handsome young man with an elegant demeanor, much like a Confucian scholar of the mortal world. With lotus flowers blooming beneath his feet, this miraculous transformation left all the elders in awe, prostrating themselves on the ground. They knew that their Palace Master Changshengtian had already reached an unfathomable level of cultivation, one that was deeply mysterious and beyond comprehension.