Being new to this place, Jian Chou naturally hadn’t heard of Daoist Diandao’s name, and even those who had been in the Upper Void immortal realm for hundreds or thousands of years might not be clear about it. Only a few golden immortals who had cultivated long enough had some impression of this name.

After all, Daoist Diandao hadn’t appeared for far too long.

This period of disappearance was enough to make people gasp in astonishment, even in a place like the Upper Void immortal realm. By rough calculation, it had been three to five thousand years.

His personality matched the impression his appearance gave—all topsy-turvy and upside-down. Sometimes he spoke normally, sometimes in reverse. Nominally he was a saint immortal of the Great Luo Heaven, but his conduct and style were extremely unlikable. It was said his social circle was very narrow, and the other saint immortals in the Great Luo Heaven didn’t associate closely with him, making him quite unique in the Great Luo Heaven.

But he had already been a saint immortal since ancient times.

The willow-leaf qin he held in his arms was his famous magical artifact, which could be considered invincible during the great war between the Great Luo Heaven and the Non-Evil Heaven years ago.

So at this moment, although he had been cursed with “your mother’s bullshit,” Jin Yinzi didn’t dare show the slightest anger. Instead, he became even more respectful, forcing a smile: “Junior’s superfluous words are naturally all bullshit. It’s just that we’ve gathered here searching for traces of that Jian Chou, and didn’t expect to encounter Senior here. I wonder what brings Senior here? The elders of my sect hold Senior in high regard and would be willing to serve Senior.”

“Bullshit, bullshit, all bullshit!”

Jin Yinzi was from the Kongfang Sect. He wasn’t an ascended cultivator from the lower realm, but rather the son of two sect masters of the Kongfang Sect. His natural talent was quite good too—he had spent over five thousand years cultivating to the golden immortal level, and his knowledge and conversation were different from ordinary cultivators.

It could be said that his status was quite prestigious among those below the city wall.

However, the elder sitting on the high platform merely glanced at him, then shook his head vigorously, letting out only this heavy cold laugh before closing his eyes, as if he couldn’t be bothered to look anymore, as though afraid of dirtying his own eyes.

“Hehe, what a cold shoulder to a warm face—got the door slammed in your face, didn’t you?”

Just as Jin Yinzi was feeling his face burning with embarrassment, a silver bell-like light laughter came from a corner nearby, clearly gloating.

Everyone turned to look and saw it was a great demon from the Non-Evil Heaven.

Her head was adorned with peacock feathers as deep blue as night, and she held a feather fan in her hand, half-covering her bright face. A pair of demonic eyes stared straight at Jin Yinzi, laughing so hard her whole body shook.

If being coldly treated by Daoist Diandao earlier could still be endured—after all, that was just Daoist Diandao’s temperament—but now even this peacock demon from the Non-Evil Heaven was stepping on him, Jin Yinzi couldn’t bear it.

In the Upper Void, he was still considered young.

His handsome face aside, his birth alone was enough to make many people envious. He had never been mistreated in his sect, and when traveling outside, he was always surrounded by followers. How could he tolerate this female demon being so presumptuous before him?

His previous smile disappeared, and his expression became much colder. He coldly swept his gaze over the female demon and mocked in return: “I happened to be conducting business nearby and stopped at Jiangnan Shore, just encountering this matter, so I came to get involved. But you, Kong Lan, instead of enjoying the good fortune of the Non-Evil Heaven, traveled thousands of li to this desolate Ang Su Star. What, does the Non-Evil Heaven not provide you with a good life, making you fall to competing with others for the killing reward on this death warrant?”

“Tch.”

Kong Lan was really too lazy to bother with such sarcasm.

Demons and evil beings all had terrible tempers, especially the bird clan—except for doves, thrushes, and larks, few were easy to get along with.

In terms of bloodline inheritance, peacocks were only inferior to phoenixes, with natural pride.

Under normal circumstances, with Kong Lan’s status, she naturally wouldn’t travel far to such a godforsaken place, but she had orders from above and couldn’t disobey.

In recent centuries, the changes within the Non-Evil Heaven had been quite significant.

The elders of her clan frequently mentioned that a new mayfly great demon had arrived in the heaven, though it rarely showed itself.

Others would call Kong Lan a “great demon” when they saw her, but before that one, she truly felt like a speck of dust or an ant, not worth mentioning.

This order had come from It.

But It hadn’t said what It wanted her to do here.

This feeling was really strange.

It was as if It itself didn’t know what It wanted to do, just sending her here to watch.

So Kong Lan now was rather like a headless fly—others all knew why they had come, but she alone didn’t know.

Sitting here now, she felt only confusion.

She had always disliked Jin Yinzi’s pretentious manner, so seeing him, she couldn’t help but mock him a few times. But since that one had given no clear orders, she couldn’t very well start conflicts with others here, so she didn’t continue responding to Jin Yinzi’s words.

The cultivation world had always revered strength above all. When golden immortals spoke, earth immortals could only shrink their necks and listen, with no one daring to interject.

Jin Yinzi didn’t want to conflict with Kong Lan either.

After exchanging a few mocking words, both had their own concerns and very tactfully stopped.

Everyone couldn’t help but wonder—it was one thing for earth immortals and golden immortals to join this commotion, but Daoist Diandao was already a saint immortal. Why would he get involved?

Jian Chou observed coldly for a long time but couldn’t figure it out either.

She was actually worried that this old daoist, whose cultivation was definitely not low, might see through her disguise. After all, she hadn’t truly experienced what methods existed in the Upper Void immortal realm, so she could be said to be quite passive. But after closing his eyes, the other party hadn’t opened them to look outside again, and there were no fluctuations of immortal power emanating from his body. He seemed completely uninterested in what was happening below.

Sun Cheng’s message had been sent out for most of the day, and Ang Su Star wasn’t large. Many forces had already sent out scouts who had returned, reporting that they had found no trace of Jian Chou.

Everyone was frowning.

Jin Yinzi also obviously found it inconceivable.

Only after the Non-Evil Heaven demon clan reported back, Kong Lan waved her hand dismissively and said: “If we can’t find her, she must have already left Ang Su Star. I figured as much—no one would be stupid enough to stay here waiting for people to kill them.”

Her words had just fallen, and before everyone could carefully consider whether what she said made sense, a sword light actually streaked across the sky.

But when the sword light landed, no sword shadow was visible.

Neither deflecting left nor right, it coalesced into an upright figure standing on the city wall. Dressed in a white cloth robe, his loose hair was tied with grass rope, and his left ear was adorned with silver rings and white jade beads. Looking at his profile, he appeared to be a clear and bright young man with a naturally gentle and outstanding aura.

Though no sword could be seen on him, sword intent was already surging.

Others were all startled in shock.

But Jian Chou’s eyes suddenly brightened, though after a moment, a trace of light sadness involuntarily welled up in her heart.

She hadn’t seen such pure sword intent in a long time.

The purest sword she had ever seen was Qu Zhengfeng’s sword. But the Sword Emperor had fallen nearly four hundred years ago, and among those who came after, only Fang Xiaoxie could match him with the single word “true” in his sword intent.

But looking at him now, he ultimately wasn’t an old friend.

And this young man who had just landed on the city wall—though his sword intent was unlike that of any sword cultivator Jian Chou had seen before, his meaning and momentum had already reached complete unity of man and sword, worthy of being called perfectly integrated and harmonious, qualifying him as a great master of his generation.

The moment this person appeared, someone below had already recognized his identity and called out in a low voice: “Fujian Sheng!”

As soon as this title was spoken, there was immediately a chorus of gasps.

Even Jin Yinzi and Kong Lan’s pupils contracted sharply, instantly rising from their seats with expressions as if facing a great enemy!

But the young man had his back to them, as if he completely hadn’t noticed there were people below the city wall behind him, and spoke to Daoist Diandao who was holding his qin: “I’m late. I was delayed by matters concerning the Desolate Domain before departing and rushed all the way here, but I’ve arrived as agreed. There’s still half a day until the appointed time to drink with Yue Ying. Going now shouldn’t delay things.”

No one else could hear these words.

Compared to Daoist Diandao’s hermit name that few people knew, Fujian Sheng’s reputation in this extreme domain was far too great.

Though he was gentle in nature, he ranked among the top of the Great Luo Heaven’s twenty-four saint immortals.

At this level of cultivation, he naturally had ways to prevent others from hearing.

So everyone only saw him turn to speak with Daoist Diandao but didn’t know what he said. Only Jian Chou, sitting in the corner, raised her eyebrows slightly when he mentioned the two words “Desolate Domain.”

Hearing this, Daoist Diandao nodded, picked up his willow-leaf qin and stood up, finally saying something unrelated to bullshit: “I’ve been waiting for you for half a day. If you hadn’t come, this old daoist would have picked up his qin and slaughtered all these fools below! Let’s go, time to drink!”

The two of them had originally come to keep an appointment with an old friend, which was why they appeared on Ang Su Star today—simply because this star was at the edge of the Haotian Star Domain, relatively close to where they were meeting.

Although they knew about the affairs of these cultivators below the city wall, they weren’t getting involved.

After all, they were both saint immortals now, so the killing reward on that death warrant was meaningless to them.

After a few words of agreement, they were about to leave this place.

But just as they were leaving, Fujian Sheng paused, as if remembering something, and turned to look at the crowd below the city wall.

His youthful face was gentle as jade.

Looking at him, everyone felt he was kind.

The silver rings and white jade on his left ear clinked together, the delicate sound as pleasing to the ear as the feeling the man gave people.

Jian Chou couldn’t help but observe him, feeling this young man was truly simple and pure. Before she could carefully consider what kind of sword such a person would use, she heard him say: “Regarding this death warrant matter, Li Xieyang has already taken action. When I arrived at Haotian, I heard that Xieyang Sheng had ordered the entire star domain to be blockaded. Although you’ve all come for the killing reward, you should act within your capabilities. You’d better leave this dangerous place quickly while the blockade isn’t yet complete.”