Chapter 230: Chapter 161: Xuan Haisheng, Treasure Vault, Tea Party
Qingguang Hall.
At this moment, there were two people inside. One of them was a young man with a full forehead and a square jaw, eyes deep as pools, and an imperial aura subtly present between his brows. He exuded unparalleled nobility as he quietly sipped his tea, sitting upright as if the cup in his hand was not merely a cup, but the entire world itself.
Standing next to him was a middle-aged man, tall and well-built, with sharp and defined features. His eyes and brows gave off an unbending spirit, the whole person like a tiger, the most ferocious among tigers.
Before long, a maidservant walked in slowly and said in a low voice, "Honored guests, please proceed to the Hall of Heaven and Earth!"
"The Hall of Heaven and Earth? Don't we usually meet in Qingguang Hall?" the young man looked up and asked indifferently.
"I am not sure why, sir. This is by order of the Demon Consort," the maidservant said softly.
"Lead the way!" The young man exchanged a glance with the middle-aged man, and without saying much more, they followed the maidservant to the Hall of Heaven and Earth.
The Hall of Heaven and Earth was devoid of seats all around, empty and spacious, with only a King's Throne at the front, resembling a court where the emperor receives his officials.
Heaven, high above at the front; Earth, below looking up.
Exactly encapsulating the essence of Heaven and Earth.
As soon as the young man and the middle-aged man entered, they noted the layout of the hall and immediately looked troubled.
"Sect Master, it seems the Demon Consort wants to impress you with her authority," the middle-aged man transmitted his voice with a solemn tone.
"It doesn't matter! Let her put on airs if she wishes," the young man replied with a dismissive smile, as if indulging someone with great magnanimity.
While the two were communicating through voice transmission, a streak of light flew into the hall and landed on the King's Throne.
Seeing the figure flying in, the young man's eyes twinkled with amusement. However, when he looked up and saw who it was, his expression involuntarily paused.
The middle-aged man's face changed once again as well.
"The Demon Consort is preoccupied today; I will meet with the two of you on her behalf," said Yang Ji as he flew in and sat calmly on the throne with a light smile, "I presume you are Xuan Haisheng from the Heavenly Demon Sect."
"Who are you? My Sect Master has important matters to discuss with the Demon Consort today. You're not qualified to know. Quickly summon the Demon Consort," Xuan Haisheng demanded without answering, crossing his arms and shutting his eyes, disregarding Yang Ji, while the middle-aged man by his side spoke in a deep voice.
"This kid, playing it so cool with me!" Yang Ji chuckled coldly to himself. Ignoring the middle-aged man, he pretended to suddenly realize his mistake and said, "Ah, look at me, no wonder you didn't answer when I spoke; it's because I was inconsiderate of our guests. I apologize for the lack of hospitality. Fetch chairs for our guests immediately!"
Soon, the guards outside brought in two chairs and placed them beside the two men.
Given Yang Ji's status, he technically had no right to receive them, and Xuan Haisheng's dismissiveness was not without reason, choosing to ignore him.
The words and actions of Yang Ji now seemed like an intangible insult!
Hearing the sound of the chairs being set down, a hint of anger began to rise in Xuan Haisheng's heart.
He slowly raised his head, looking indifferently at Yang Ji, and the elemental energy around him stirred faintly as if, like subjects before their king, everything trembled in submission to him, a supreme aura enveloping the hall in an instant.
"Quite impressive, indeed. Worthy of being a true disciple; his presence is very formidable. An ordinary person would probably collapse to their knees after just one glance," Yang Ji mused internally.
"This man is something special, akin to a celestial emperor, lofty and exalted. If I'm not mistaken, he is cultivating the 'Chi Emperor Art,' a supreme art rumored to be created by the Earth Demon patriarch 'Chi'," the Immortal Elder said.
"How will he handle the pressure from Xuan Haisheng's imposing aura?" In another hall, the Demon Consort and Mo Yan were observing the scene through a bronze mirror.
"We shall see," the Demon Consort said serenely.
"The Supreme Art 'Chi Emperor Art', very impressive. This guy has quite the foundation. I've yet to even touch the edge of a Supreme Art, although the Sect possesses a Supreme Art born from the 'Wuji Immortal Scripture' called the 'Wuji Dao Scripture'. But one must be a true disciple to cultivate it," Yang Ji thought with some envy but unfazed by Xuan Haisheng's presence.
An Immortal Primordial Spirit resided in his sea of consciousness, so what could the mere pressure of a true disciple do to him?
If he were to release the presence of the Immortal Primordial Spirit, it would be equivalent to the supreme pressure of a Mahayana, likely causing Xuan Haisheng's complexion to drastically change on the spot.
With an imperial and domineering aura all around, Yang Ji was naturally calm and composed, smiling tranquil.
"What's the matter? You do not wish to sit? Then remove the chairs! Guards, take the chairs away."
Seeing Yang Ji remain collected, Xuan Haisheng's eyes flickered with surprise, and he took a deep look at him, recognizing that he was no ordinary person.
If he continued with such futile tactics, he would come across more as a clown than anything else.
"Since you refuse to speak, you may return after three hundred years," suddenly, Yang Ji's expression turned stern, exuding authority as he casually tucked away the Jade Slip in his hand.
Noticing the Jade Slip, Xuan Haisheng's expression also shifted. Worthy of being a true disciple, his demeanor changed rapidly, and he calmly said as if nothing was wrong, "The task assigned by the Demon Consort is complete. Give me the Jade Slip."
"Oh? Let's hear how you managed to control all the powers in the Floating Luo Sea area of the Taichu World. Tell me everything," Yang Ji demanded.
"This is a secret matter; you're not entitled to know," said the middle-aged man next to Xuan Haisheng in a deep tone.
"My sitting here entitles me to know!" Yang Ji, having faced many situations, exuded his own aura. At this moment, he completely dominated the pair from his elevated position.
"You..."
Xuan Haisheng gestured to cut off the middle-aged man, saying, "I invited one of the top Mahayana of our Sect to engage in a tea gathering tour and met with the high echelons of the Five Sects Eighteen Clans in the Floating Luo Sea.
Then, we subtly planted a 'Life and Death Talisman' in the Primordial Spirits of those leaders using food and drink, and thus assumed control over fifteen Mahayana, sixty-eight Fusion, and several hundred Void Refining practitioners of the Five Sects Eighteen Clans."
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