CHAPTER 916: CHAPTER 915: THE DAY OF REUNION

He also wanted to take this opportunity to silently slip into the Continent, but given his well-known status and connections on the Jinxiu Continent, sneaking in would be inappropriate, leading people to misconstrue that he shared some unspeakable secret with these individuals.

Staying behind to make a final appearance wasn’t about standing out.

As he looked at the thousands of eager eyes staring at him, he scratched his head and awkwardly pointed at the giant star behind him,

"This giant star is called Hell Star, the Prison Star of countless Boundary Domains of the surrounding Universe, imprisoning thousands of violent and extreme criminal Cultivators. The last time we failed at crossing into the Realm, we were also sent to this place."

Shrugging and spreading his hands with a helpless expression, "I’m sorry, no one wanted this to happen, but a small issue occurred when the space opened this time, resulting in all these people escaping. Those were them earlier, and although I hate to say it, the Continent might be chaotic for a while."

The people present were dumbfounded, having imagined countless scenarios today, but never could they have expected this?

It’s indeed novel; the first time for Jinxiu Continent, and astonishingly, it’s given to thousands of criminals?

Some didn’t believe it; a Golden Core Daoist from the Wu Sect jumped out, sternly questioning, "Hou, you’re speaking alone. Who knows if it’s true or false? Are you deliberately doing this to harm Jinxiu?"

Hou Niao stood tall, and with the surge of his Flying Sword splitting into four and then sixteen, in an instant, a hundred sword lights rolled forward. The Daoist was so frightened that his Magical Treasure was thrown helter-skelter, and his Shields fully opened, but unexpectedly, the hundred sword lights converged above his head, into one sword, slashing down from mid-air!

The Magical Treasure shattered, the Shield was like paper, no escape, no avoidance, and he was split in two on the spot.

With a sidelong glance, "Only sixty years, and you’ve already forgotten who this old man is?"

Quite a few Golden Core members of the Wu Sect surged up to snatch back, but more sword lights stopped them in their tracks. Fang Yazi shouted,

"Wu Sect wants to ally with the Upper Realm to cover up the truth, clearly revealing the Daoist Sect’s conspiracy!"

Slapping on a big hat first, then proceeding to cause chaos and fatalities, Fang Yazi had become very familiar with this approach over the years when Senior Brother Hou was absent.

Of course, a real fight was impossible, lest they be ridiculed by visitors from the Upper Realm. Several thousand people aren’t something to joke about.

Various Nascent Transformation ancestors urged them to stop, ending things inconclusively, but unfortunately for that Wu Sect Golden Core, for the mere fault of having jumped out to question, he lost his life without even receiving an apology. Most Cultivators present shared the same sentiment: he deserved it!

Knowing that mad dogs bite people, you still dared to provoke, who can you blame?

Once they roughly understood what had happened, the Cultivators dared not linger there, preferring to hurry back to safeguard their homelands before concerning themselves with anything else.

Hence, with Sui Mo City in Shangyu Country as the center, countless Cultivators set off with light spells, rushing back at full speed, arriving hastily and departing in a rush, leaving a mess.

The Upper Realm’s Angels indeed arrived, just in larger numbers.

Hou Niao turned around and greeted his friends one by one, "Hey, why do you all seem so calm? Not even a bit excited about this long-anticipated reunion?"

Fang Yazi answered for everyone, "We are calm because we knew this would happen. As for excitement, the entire Continent will be excited soon; watch, with the escape of these Prisoner’s Cultivators, there’s plenty to keep us entertained."

Li Shipeng came over, "Senior Brother, some friends from other Daoist Sects also want to meet you. They each have their concerns and want to know what all this is really about?"

Hou Niao certainly knew what they wanted to know. Although there were things he didn’t fully understand, he still knew more than the hometown Cultivators. Being informed enables handling it correctly.

He didn’t intend to keep secrets; setting aside the Daoist Sect affiliation, he was foremost a person of Jinxiu, then Anhe’s, and ultimately a Quanzhen Master. He couldn’t let those Daoist Sects face deadly shortcomings just for his personal agenda, as these criminal Cultivators were capable of anything.

In the central square of Horse Hoof Town, hundreds of Cultivators gathered, including most of the Sword Sect Disciples, over a hundred Golden Cores from other Daoist traditions, and even quite a few Nascent Transformation Masters. Apparently, obtaining information from Hou Niao was much easier and more accurate than communicating with those criminal Cultivators.

Almost all the Continent’s Daoist Sects were included, with even Wu Sect Daoists pretending not to notice. Having already killed one, there was no need for more hostility; most of the time, he was still quite reasonable.

Facing hundreds of Golden Cores and dozens of Nascent Transformation Masters, he showed none of the demeanor reported by the Disciples, remaining calm and composed as if discussing with peers,

"I’m Yu Gui, gilded, though not very richly;

I merely state the facts, making no personal judgments, leaving judgments to you;

Thus, I won’t entertain doubts. If you believe me, listen; if not, leave, don’t delay my reunion with my wife, it’s been sixty years, I hope everyone understands."

No one doubted him. Speaking seriously while joking, even with Nascent Transformation Masters without using pompous language, exuding strong confidence from head to toe. His friends admired him; Senior Brother truly returned as if he had changed.

"Nearly four thousand Prisoner’s Cultivators are the congregation of domains across this Universe; mostly in the Golden Core Realm, a few in Foundation Establishment, so for now you can be relieved that they probably won’t pose a huge threat to Jinxiu.

Among these four thousand, there are about several hundred Upper Realm Envoys who planned for Jinxiu. Hiding among them, no one knows their true aim, but one thing is certain, if the inheritance of a Daoist Sect is involved, they will definitely seek you out. So, no need to rush; they’ll be more anxious than you.

This wasn’t part of the plan; unforeseen developments occurred on Hell Star, involving levels beyond our reach..."

He provided a concise and factual summary of what happened, omitting many details, since explaining everything would take days and nights.

After half a day, he didn’t leave them a chance to question, "Disperse; seeing is believing. Many things you’ll eventually know, no need to rush."

Finishing, he flicked his robe and sauntered away. Everyone knew he was off to dissolve the longing of solitude and the illness of a lonely king. Behaving so presumptuously and uniquely, among the Jinxiu’s Golden Cores, there wasn’t a second like him. Who asked him to be gilded?

...winding along the path, traversing through the narrow alleys of Horse Hoof Town, at the end of an alley, in front of a Flower Shop, stood a beautiful woman with a smile and tears,

A single sword hangs a thousand miles, passing through Wu Gorge and encountering spring again. Along the roadside, countless graceful ladies, who is the dream maiden of King Xiang.