The Petrification Cult might be slightly inferior to the Sword Valley, but it was not a small sect in the Peng Lai Immortal Realm. The Petrification Cult managed almost everything within a radius of 100,000 miles. All sects and immortal cultivator families followed the Petrification Cult's lead.
As a disciple of the Petrification Church, Xiao Chen was naturally filled with pride at such a golden age.
They could offend anyone in the Petrification City, but not the Petrification Cult.
However, someone dared to openly provoke the Petrification Cult today.
The House of Perfumed Rain was the most luxurious restaurant in the Petrification City. It had a good reputation in the Petrification City. Those who could afford to eat here were either rich or respectable. Most of them were high-level immortal cultivators. Ordinary rich people did not have the ability to eat here.
"Sir, you cannot go up. The House of Perfumed Rain has been booked by the Petrification Cult. There is an elder of the Petrification Cult upstairs. You must not offend him."
A waiter of the House of Perfumed Rain blocked a youth and tried to persuade him. He had already made it clear that the House of Perfumed Rain would not accept any business today. He had even mentioned the name of the Petrification Cult, but the youth still went up.
Offending the Petrification Cult in the Petrification City was equivalent to a death sentence. However, the youth did not listen to his advice and insisted on going up.
"Sir, please be kind and don't go up. Today is the birthday of an elder of the Petrification Cult. He is celebrating his birthday. If you disturb him …"
The waiter was about to cry. The youth was like a newborn calf that was not afraid of tigers. Who knew where he had come from? He was most likely from a rich family and was used to being arrogant. However, he was a young master of a rich family. He dared to offend the Petrification Cult. How many lives did he have? Even if he was not afraid of death, he had to consider the House of Perfumed Rain. They still had to continue doing business in the Petrification City.
"The person I am looking for is up there. Don't worry."
The youth looked at the waiter and smiled. His smile seemed to have a magical power. The waiter's eyes were dazed. He stood where he was and did not stop the youth.
The sixth floor of the House of Perfumed Rain was the highest floor. Those who could dine on the sixth floor were all of high status.
But today, the entire sixth floor had been booked by someone just to celebrate the birthday of a Petrification Cult Elder.
"Elder Dong, in order to congratulate you on your birthday, this junior has specially prepared a small birthday gift. The gift is small, but it wins with all my heart."
On the sixth floor, there were over a hundred round tables of various sizes. Over a thousand Immortal Cultivators had participated in the birthday banquet. At a table in the center, a middle-aged man stood up, holding a jade box in his hand.
Birthday gifts were usually collected by the master of ceremonies, but this middle-aged man had purposely taken them out at the banquet. Clearly, he was trying to show off. If the gift was ordinary, it would definitely make Elder Dong lose face and leave a bad impression. However, if the gift was stunning enough, it would definitely be able to win Elder Dong's favor.
Therefore, if the gift wasn't valuable enough, they wouldn't dare to do so.
The people at the round table in the middle looked at the middle-aged man curiously. Those who could sit at this table were obviously of high status. They were immortal cultivators at the Primordial Soul Realm at the very least. A few of them were even Tide Changing Realm cultivators at the same level as Elder Dong.
The middle-aged man smiled confidently and slowly opened the jade box. Suddenly, a ray of light shone from within the jade box. The brilliant spiritual light illuminated the entire floor.
The jade box was azure blue and filled with fine grains of sand that looked like stars. They were dazzling.
"Mirror Water Star Sand."
Some of the people around them had already exclaimed. They looked at the Mirror Water Star Sand with greed. This was a rare treasure among Tide Changing Realm cultivators. If it was melted into a natal dharma treasure, it could increase the power of the dharma treasure by at least thirty to forty percent. Some Tide Changing Realm immortal cultivators who had cultivated special battle physiques could even meld the Mirror Water Star Sand into their bodies, greatly increasing the power of their battle physiques.
Elder Dong's eyes lit up. He chuckled as he put away the jade box in the middle-aged man's hand. He said in satisfaction, "Yunyang, you are very thoughtful. I like it very much."
The other immortal cultivators looked at Shao Yunyang with envy and jealousy. If he received Elder Dong's appreciation, his future in the Petrification Cult would not be too bad, even if he did not have a good life.
The middle-aged man was the former temple master of the Ming Temple, Shao Yunyang.
When Shao Tianqi had died in the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension, the Ming Temple had lost its pillar of support and immediately fell apart. As the temple master, Shao Yunyang had led a group of loyal subordinates to escape to the Peng Lai Immortal Realm and joined the Petrification Cult. As Shao Tianqi was an elder of the Petrification Cult, the Petrification Cult had accepted them.
Over the past decade, Shao Yunyang had relied on some of the resources that Shao Tianqi had left behind to work hard in the Petrification Cult. He had managed to gain a foothold in the Petrification Cult and had even managed to curry favor with Elder Dong as his backer.
"Temple Master Shao is indeed good at currying favor. Should I first congratulate you on your imminent promotion?"
A sudden voice rang out in the banquet hall. Although there were many people in the banquet hall, the people here were well aware of the rules. They would not easily overstep their boundaries. Even if they conversed, they would do so in hushed whispers, unlike this voice that could be heard throughout the hall.
Who was this person who did not know the rules? No one at the main table spoke in such a manner. Was this not a blatant disrespect for Elder Dong?
Soon, the crowd discovered the person who had spoken. A youth had suddenly appeared at the entrance of the sixth floor. He stood there quietly.
Many people were slightly stunned. Who was this youth? He did not seem to be a banquet member. When did he appear?
Shao Yunyang's expression froze. He frowned and looked toward the entrance. Ever since he had escaped to the Peng Lai Immortal Region and joined the Petrification Cult, no one had addressed him as Temple Master Shao. After all, the Ming Temple was in the past. Right now, he was just an ordinary executor in the Petrification Cult.
Soon, he saw the youth at the entrance. He was dressed in white and looked the same as before. A sense of familiarity washed over him.
Shao Yunyang's body suddenly stiffened. A look of shock and disbelief flashed in his eyes. It's him. How could it be him?
That figure was like a nightmare. There were a few times when Shao Yunyang had been jolted awake from his nightmares. Everything that he had was destroyed at the hands of this person. Even the Great Elder had died at this person's hands. There was an irreconcilable hatred between him and this person. However, Shao Yunyang had never thought of seeking revenge.
Because the disparity between them was too great, he could not even muster the slightest bit of desire for revenge.
"Who are you? You have guts. Is this a place where you can enter? "
A youth had suddenly appeared at the entrance. Moreover, he was mocking Shao Yunyang in front of everyone. Clearly, he was an uninvited guest. Shao Yunyang was a popular person by Elder Dong's side. Since this person had mocked him, he most likely did not get along with Elder Dong. Some people who were eager to show off stood up and shouted angrily. They looked like they would attack if there was any disagreement.
However, Mo Wen ignored these people. He looked at Shi Yunyang calmly and walked toward the main table.
When the immortal cultivators at the banquet saw that this youth was so arrogant, they all stood up and prepared to take him down. However, they were horrified to discover that their heads could no longer control their bodies. They were like people in a vegetative state. No matter how hard they tried, they could not stand up from their seats. Strangely, there was no suppression of aura or cultivation. They were calm as usual. However, their souls seemed to have been completely separated from their bodies.
"Elder Dong, this person is Mo Wen. He is the number one enemy of that sect," Shao Yunyang said with a pale face.
Shao Yunyang's face was pale. More than 20 years ago, Mo Wen had been able to kill their clan's patriarch. Now, he did not know how strong this person was. In the banquet, perhaps only Elder Dong, who had great attainment at the Tide Changing Realm, could suppress this young man.
"Mo Wen!"
Elder Dong's eyes lit up. He suddenly stood up from his seat and looked at Mo Wen with bright eyes. "Are you the youth who obtained the Sacred Fire Sword?"
He looked at Mo Wen with a burning gaze. The Sacred Fire Sword was a sacred treasure. There was only one sacred treasure in the entire Petrification Cult. If he could get his hands on the Sacred Fire Sword, his position in the sect would definitely rise.
He had not expected that this youth, who had attracted the attention of so many sects in the Peng Lai Immortal Realm, would actually appear here. Hadn't he been hiding in the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension? It was said that he would not come out for a hundred years.
"Temple Leader Shao, back then, you all betrayed the Ming Cult and established your own sect. You even cruelly killed a large number of Ming Cult compatriots. To the Ming Cult, you all have committed a capital crime."
Mo Wen looked at Shao Yunyang calmly. The grudges of the Ming Cult did not have much to do with him. However, since he had promised Chang Qingfeng, he would naturally help him get rid of the traitors.
"Elder Dong, save me."
Shao Yunyang retreated in fear. With his Martial Arts Grandmaster Third Realm cultivation, he could not resist Mo Wen at all.
"How dare you, lad! You've been hiding in your Green Ancient Mystery Dimension and actually dared to come to the Petrification Cult's territory to cause trouble. Today will be the day you die."
Elder Dong shouted loudly and slammed his palm towards Mo Wen. His Qi was contained but not revealed. On the surface, there were no ripples, but it contained an extremely terrifying power. Even a beginning stage Tide Changing Realm cultivator would most likely be severely injured if he was hit by this palm.
The immortal cultivators at the banquet were all secretly shocked by the depth of Elder Dong's cultivation. If it had been someone else, they would not have been able to control such a terrifying power so perfectly. Even if a wisp of power leaked out, it would have instantly collapsed the House of Fragrant Rain.
However, before Elder Dong's palm could touch Mo Wen's clothes, it suddenly froze in the air. It was as though time had suddenly stopped. Everyone was frozen in this moment, and only Mo Wen was within the normal range of time.
How was this possible?
Everyone looked at Mo Wen in shock. At this moment, Mo Wen was like a demon. A cold chill enveloped everyone's hearts. Just what level of cultivation did he have to be so terrifying?
"No …!"
Shao Yunyang suddenly screamed in fear. He looked at his own body in disbelief. From his feet up, his body was crumbling inch by inch, slowly turning into ashes. This kind of fear of watching oneself walk towards death step by step was simply the cruelest torture in the world.
After a while, Shao Yunyang completely turned into ashes, dissipating into the air without a trace.
(To be continued.)
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