Upon hearing these words.
The atmosphere on the deck, which had just begun to relax, suddenly froze.
Wang Chen and Mao Yunshang exchanged strange looks, instinctively glancing at each other.
The Wusang Sect was one of the Nine Great Dao Sects of the Dream Cloud Realm.
How could this Guest Elder not even know such basic common knowledge?
However, neither of them dared to voice their doubts; they simply lowered their heads in silence.
Senior Brother Chen Yuan was also slightly stunned.
But having dealt with Jiang Yuechu before, he knew this Guest Elder never followed the conventional script.
Senior Brother Chen Yuan cleared his throat and quickly explained, "This Wusang Sect, like our Jieqing Sect, is one of the Nine Great Dao Sects of the Dream Cloud Realm. Their Sect's territory happens to border our Jieqing Sect."
"It's just..."
Senior Brother Chen Yuan paused, his expression appearing somewhat troubled. "Compared to us, the Wusang Sect has always been known for its slaughter and aggression. Their Disciples are extremely arrogant and especially overbearing."
"Usually, if Disciples from our two Sects encounter each other while training outside, friction is inevitable."
At this point.
Senior Brother Chen Yuan took a deep breath and cautiously observed Jiang Yuechu's expression.
If they really ran into Wusang Sect Disciples at that merchant guild's territory...
Given her personality, if things actually came to blows...
Senior Brother Chen Yuan felt his scalp go numb.
If there were casualties between Dao Sect Disciples, it wouldn't be a minor spat anymore; it would certainly lead to enmity between the two Sects.
He gritted his teeth and forced himself to continue.
"Guest Elder."
"Since the merchant guild has asked both Sects for help, the Wusang Sect will likely send people to eliminate that Five-Seed Demon as well."
"If we run into them there... if the Wusang Sect people are verbally offensive, I hope you can exercise a bit of restraint."
"After all, we're there to earn merit; there's no need to get angry with them. If friction occurs and it reaches the point where fighting is unavoidable..."
"Please show some mercy, Guest Elder... as long as no one dies, it's fine."
"So they're also a Dao Sect..."
Hearing this, Jiang Yuechu immediately lost interest and casually brushed it off. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Beside them, Wang Chen and Mao Yunshang's eyelids twitched as they listened.
What did she mean by 'as long as no one dies'?
Could it be...
Their hearts trembled, and they quickly looked away.
They didn't dare glance at Jiang Yuechu again.
Having received an affirmative answer.
Senior Brother Chen Yuan breathed a slight sigh of relief.
With the Guest Elder's promise, this mission could finally be considered secure...
...
On the border between the Jieqing and Wusang Dao Sects, there was a city named Banzi City.
Legend has it that two Disciples of immortals once played a game of Go here.
The match lasted for a full several hundred thousand years without a winner, eventually ending in a draw.
Later generations built a city here.
They named it Banzi.
The name implied the rules of this place: no matter how heaven-defying your cultivation, once you arrive here, you must yield half a move.
The market streets that should have been bustling were now completely destroyed.
The scene was one of devastation, with ruins and broken walls everywhere.
Most of the shops and pavilions had collapsed, and the ground was covered in shattered bricks and debris.
Only a single, damaged grand formation remained.
Its light was dim.
It barely managed to protect the few terrified people within.
Watching the massive demon body rampaging outside, the elderly man in fine silk at the head of the group showed a look of resentment.
The old man was named Lu Bancheng, the person in charge of this Banzi Chamber of Commerce.
Having built his career on trade... he actually saw material possessions more clearly than others.
Wealth spent can be earned back; he treated it as paying a price to avert disaster.
But watching the life's work he spent decades building being destroyed in an instant.
The fury in his heart was impossible to suppress.
He gritted his teeth, fists clenched, yet a deep sense of helplessness rose within him.
He had thought that by playing both sides between the two Sects.
Using the banners of both Sects to conduct stable business, he could temporarily focus on the guild's development.
As for the Enshrined Elders hired to guard the premises, most only had Three or Four-Seed cultivation.
As a figure who had led a tiny, insignificant Family to its current heights.
How could his ambition be limited to being a lowly, subservient vassal?
To truly establish a foothold in the Dream Cloud Realm.
Naturally, one must cultivate their own foundation of strength.
First, rely on external aid to quietly amass Heaven And Earth Treasures.
When the time is ripe, use these massive resources to forcibly buy the loyalty of several true Great Cultivators.
This was his plan.
But he hadn't expected.
Man proposes, God disposes.
A sudden Five-Seed Demon.
It easily crushed his patient schemes and preparations.
Now he could only pray fervently in his heart... hoping the people from the two Dao Sects would arrive quickly.
Right at that moment.
A streak of light suddenly flashed across the horizon.
An ear-piercing sound of breaking air tore through the clouds.
Vast clouds of blood mist suddenly poured down from the sky.
The blood mist was extremely strange.
As soon as the poisonous blood met the air, it solidified and fell in flurries, shaped like six-petaled narcissus flowers.
And amidst those falling blood-colored narcissus flowers.
Three figures appeared indifferently above the clouds.
All three were dressed in dark red Daoist robes, with killing intent swirling around them.
They looked down from above with cold gazes.
Sensing the suspicious and fearful looks of the crowd below.
The leader.
Suddenly extended a palm slowly and spoke with boredom, "Tsk... so weak..."
Hearing this.
The woman on the left covered her mouth and giggled. "Junior Brother He, Senior Brother Sima is blaming you for your poor work..."
"Uh..."
Hearing the woman's laughter, the other man, who looked somewhat honest, waved his hands helplessly and explained with a bitter smile, "Senior Sister Liu, please stop teasing me."
"I only have Six-Seed cultivation... finding a Five-Seed Demon and luring it here was already exhausting."
Junior Brother He sighed, his gaze sweeping over the demon rampaging in the merchant guild's base. "Besides, the situation at the Southern Immortal Palace has been tense lately... the Old Palace Master's end is near, and the two Young Masters are recruiting forces everywhere to fight for control of the Palace."
"Nowadays, in the southern part of the Dream Cloud Realm, any demon with a bit of strength has ties to the Southern Immortal Palace... it's really hard to find a target. Not to mention..."
At this point.
He paused, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately did not say the second half of his sentence.
Not to mention...
This is just going through the motions... why care if the demon is strong or weak.
This Banzi Chamber of Commerce thought it was clever to play both sides and curry favor between the two Dao Sects.
Little did they know that the Wusang Sect would never tolerate such a lucrative territory remaining independent.
Today's demon attack was originally a scheme secretly set up by the Wusang Sect.
In name, they were responding to a plea for help to slay the demon for the guild.
In reality, they were using this opportunity to openly and legitimately bring the Banzi Chamber of Commerce entirely under their control.
As for the Jieqing Sect...
If they don't come, then so be it.
If they dare to come...
Seeing Senior Brother Sima here, anyone with a bit of sense should back off obediently...
Otherwise.
Banzi City might end up with a few more corpses.