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Having subdued Lingxiu Mountain Sect, Wei Dongliu quickly dispatched messengers to notify both Cloud Snow Mountain and Falling Moon Mountain Sects to convene a summit of the Mortal Life Path sects.

Soon, Sect Leader Li Zhaolie of Cloud Snow Mountain and Sect Leader Zhao He of Falling Moon Mountain arrived, bringing with them all Nascent Soul Elders and Golden Core True Persons from their respective sects.

Upon arriving at the meeting site, they saw Wei Dongliu sitting nonchalantly on a roughly fashioned stone throne, propping his cheek with one hand, a sword lying horizontally across his knees—this was the Myriad Avatar Absolute Immortal Sword.

Jiang Lian stood by his side, watching the scene with a smile.

A few steps behind the two of them were several Nascent Soul Elders from Lingxiu Mountain Sect, along with all of their Golden Core Cultivators.

"Sect Leader Wei has summoned us here; for what purpose?" Li Zhaolie, known for his fiery temper, was the first to ask with his hands clasped in greeting.

Though he performed the salute, his expression was extremely impatient, as if he didn't want to engage with Wei Dongliu at all.

The elder Zhao He, on the other hand, appeared calm, simply standing to the side silently, waiting for Wei Dongliu to respond.

"Previously, the Blood Sea Ancestor stated that he wished for me to take charge of the Mortal Life Path," Wei Dongliu maintained his thoughtful pose on the throne and said leisurely, "I wonder how both sect leaders have prepared? Are your sect's roster of cultivators and the manuals of cultivation techniques all organized?"

"Hmph!" Li Zhaolie said nothing but crossed his arms and scoffed coldly.

"Sect Leader Li, it seems you have objections to me?" Wei Dongliu asked softly.

"Dare not!" Li Zhaolie said through clenched teeth, "Who would dare to oppose the Blood Sea Ancestor? Who doesn't want to live?"

"Oh," Wei Dongliu commented impassively, "So if the Blood Sea Ancestor hadn't said anything, you would be disobedient?"

"Cloud Snow Mountain has been painstakingly built up by our ancestral predecessors from nothing to this extent!" Li Zhaolie said angrily, "Each disciple, each Spirit Stone, embodies the countless efforts of generations of Cloud Snow Mountain cultivators, how could we easily hand it over to someone of unknown origins!"

"Excellent!" Wei Dongliu exclaimed, clapping his hands and laughing heartily.

He still remembered his initial arrival here when the Blood Sea Ancestor first mentioned this matter: Xu Ruyan was friendly and warm, Li Zhaolie was cold and resistant, while Zhao He remained silent and enduring.

It was only after Jiang the Witch hinted at it that Wei Dongliu learned Xu, the sect leader, and Elder Cai'e had conspired together, capturing Jiang the Witch to use as bait in an attempt to lure him into a trap.

It just goes to show that one can never truly know another's heart.

Back at Mount Wutai, upon hearing that Xu Ruyan had likely perished, Wei Dongliu almost celebrated with champagne… Of course, the world of cultivation has no champagne. Besides, in his view, it was very likely that Xu Ruyan had not truly fallen, and that the extinguishing of her life lamp was just a ruse to escape.

Wei Dongliu was well aware of the unspeakable crimes committed by the person from Lingxiu Mountain.

Compared to the false Xu Ruyan, a hot-tempered and simple-minded person like Li Zhaolie seemed less like someone who would speak kindly but harbor ill intentions.

Of course, it's also possible he was a spy from the Hell Path… but we'll leave that matter aside for now.

With his mind turning, Wei Dongliu then looked toward the leader of Falling Moon Sect, Zhao He:

"Sect Leader Zhao, what have you to say?"

Planting his walking stick firmly on the ground, Zhao He said calmly:

"Since these are the orders of the Blood Sea Ancestor, Falling Moon Sect shall naturally comply."
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To say it is the order of an Immortal means that without such an order, Falling Moon Mountain would surely share the same stance as Cloud Snow Mountain.

Wei Dongliu sneered several times before speaking:

"Good, since Sect Leader Li is not convinced, I shall have to persuade him first. In the Demonic Path, strength speaks for itself after all. Or is Sect Leader Li planning to deny this to his death?"

"As long as you can kill me, Cloud Snow Mountain is yours to take!" Li Zhaolie indeed became provoked and furiously exclaimed.

"Daoist Jiang," Wei Dongliu said indifferently, "dealing with such a fool truly sullies my hands. Why don't you go and test his strength?"

"Letting me test is also fine," Jiang Lian replied with a sly smile, "But who were you calling just now, Daoist Jiang? I don't seem to recognize such a person."

Wei Dongliu immediately felt somewhat embarrassed and said in a low voice:

"It's just that, we haven't formally become daoist companions!"

"Oh dear," Jiang Lian clapped her hands, feigning surprise and pity, "That's unfortunate! If Daoist Wei isn't married yet, doesn't that mean he has no wife willing to do the dirty work for him? No choice then, but to ask Daoist Wei to take action himself."

Wei Dongliu: .........

"Esteemed... I mean, dear wife," he could only speak in a lower tone, braving the awkwardness, "help your husband test that man's strength, will you?"

"Hmm!" Jiang Lian immediately beamed as if she had eaten candy, sweetly saying, "Alright, husband. Do you wish for me to grind him to dust? Or leave him half-dead? Perhaps a third dead? Or is defeat sufficient?"

Wei Dongliu pondered for a moment and then said:

"If he is injured, I can simply use the Myriad Avatar Absolute Immortal Sword. However, killing someone in a contest wouldn't show off my abilities."

"Understood," Jiang Lian replied with a smile bright as a flower, "Then let's make him lose face."

As she gracefully entered the fray, Li Zhaolie's cold laugh could be heard:

"What's the matter, great Sect Leader Wei unwilling to lift a finger, preferring to hide behind a woman?"

WeI Dongliu had yet to speak when Jiang Lian already said with a soft laugh:

"Sect Leader Li, calm yourself. My husband is the leader of the Mortal Life Path, while you are merely the leader of Cloud Snow Mountain Sect within the Mortal Life Path. Naturally, there's no reason for you to challenge my husband outright."

"If you can get past this little lady here, then you may go and challenge my husband afterward."

"Fine!" Li Zhaolie, too impatient for idle chatter, quickly began circulating his demonic techniques.

A sudden whirlwind rose from the ground, laden with countless chills and snowflakes, slashing towards Jiang Lian like blades at a rapid pace.

This demonic technique of Cloud Snow Mountain might seem to be merely a manipulation of wind and snow, but within the storm, there was a mix of turbid air.

Whether it struck the body of a cultivator or a magical treasure like the Flying Sword, the violently cold air mixed with this turbid energy would immediately freeze it solid, causing the Flying Sword to lose its spirituality, the cultivator's meridians to clog, and even the flesh to necrotize beyond the aid of medicine or stones.

However, Jiang Lian didn't evade or defend; she just raised one hand to her lips and gently blew in Li Zhaolie's direction.

With that delicate breath of hers, the entire storm of wind and snow suddenly rolled back on itself.

The cultivators from Cloud Snow Mountain were struck with terror, but Wei Dongliu keenly discerned that Jiang Lian had used some exceedingly profound illusion technique, influencing and even indirectly controlling Li Zhaolie.

The wind and snow were not dissipated by Jiang Lian's breath; instead, they were reversed by Li Zhaolie's own command—he didn't even realize he was under the effect of an illusion.

Not until Li Zhaolie suffered head-on from his very own wind and snow technique, his whole body covered in thick frost, did he snap out of it, as if awakening from a deep dream. His rugged face froze to a purplish blue, his teeth chattering, and he said in horror:

"You, what kind of evil technique is that..."

"A mere trifling skill, hardly worth mentioning," Jiang Lian said with narrowed eyes, her voice turning cold, "To think you can't even handle such a petty trick and still you wish to provoke my husband, Sect Leader Li, where do you get such audacity from?"

"Better to return and diligently cultivate to avoid further embarrassment!"