Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

Red Bright Grand Brightness Cave Heaven.

On a vast Immortal Island abundant with spiritual energy.

"Junior Brother Yang, are you confident about today?" A calm voice suddenly spoke, drowning out the melodious immortal music playing in the background.

The speaker was a young man wearing a moon-white robe, with an imposing demeanor.

As he spoke.

His gaze slowly moved from the dancing Immortal Spirits in front of him to a man beside him, clad in a black robe with a chilly countenance.

A faint smile spread across his face.

Upon hearing his words.

The black-robed man withdrew his gaze, then respectfully responded:

"Senior Brother Jun, please rest assured. Despite suppressing my cultivation, as a cultivator of the Golden Core Realm, I am not someone that an ordinary Foundation Establishment Realm can contend with."

"Junior Brother Yang, do not underestimate him. That Junior Brother happens to be the champion of the Foundation Establishment Realm in the Jiaoyun Secret Realm competition. Moreover, in the final ranking battle, he consecutively defeated the Prince of the Emperor's Way Court and a beast from the All-Heavens Myriads Spirits Camp of the Foundation Establishment Realm."

The man in the white robe paused, the smile on his face growing thicker:

"His strength is not to be taken lightly."

"Haha, Senior Brother, don't worry. If I lose, I will take my own life on the spot as an apology!"

Upon hearing his Senior Brother's reminder.

A look of indifference briefly crossed the face of the man in black.

Even if that Junior Brother was stronger, he was only at the Foundation Establishment Realm. How could he pose a threat to him?

After all, the Golden Core Realm and Foundation Establishment Realm were worlds apart.

Even if he suppressed his cultivation to the Foundation Establishment Realm, the other party would still stand no chance.

This was the terrifying gap in their essence!

"Haha, that's relief. But, when you face him, be careful. The Nine Breaths Stone Symbol is a treasure I retrieved from our clan's treasury, and it can only change your aura for four hours."

"Also, make sure to completely overpower him!"

"After this matter is settled, I will find a way to allow you to cultivate in the Red Bright Grand Brightness Cave Heaven."

The man in white advised with a smile.

"Understood, thank you, Senior Brother."

The man in black excitedly replied, his eyes revealing a touch of determination.

Seeing this.

The man in white gave a slight nod.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and an unnatural expression appeared on his face.

From their Heavenly Realm Lineage, they had always produced distinguished geniuses.

But now, they had to resort to having a Golden Core Realm cultivator disguise himself as a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator, in order to suppress that Junior Brother. If news of this got out, how shameful would it be?

But they had no other choice.

After all, no matter what,

This time they must suppress that Junior Brother to let those from the Lower Realm Nine Domains lineage know who is really in charge of the Cave Heaven and even the Tao Sect!

The champion of the Foundation Establishment Realm in the Jiaoyun Secret Realm?

What does that even count for?

...

At this moment.

Not far from the man in white.

Xuan Yan appeared to be lost in thought, seemingly not paying attention to the welcoming banquet happening before him.

However, beneath his wide official robe.

The pointer finger tapping lightly against his knee seemed to suggest something.

Obviously.

His mind wasn't as calm as it seemed on the surface.

"Senior Brother, the intentions of those guys…"

A concerned look crossed Gu Yao's face.

As he finished speaking.

Xuan Yan suddenly opened his eye.

His gaze first scanned across the many Heavenly Realm lineage disciples sitting below him, then quickly shifted to the opposing Lower Realm Nine Domains lineage disciples on the other side.

Finally.

His gaze settled on an empty seat not far from him.

Among the names of many cultivators of the Dharma Phase Realm.

The two characters 'Zhang Jing' were particularly conspicuous.

"There must be something more to it. Senior Brother Jun's banquet was obviously aimed at Junior Brother Zhang Jing."

Xuan Yan let out a sigh.

"But even so, why would it involve Big Senior Sister?"

Unconsciously, Gu Yao glanced at the cushions on the highest platform, his voice tinged with a mix of confusion and awe.

"Most likely it's because of Senior Brother Feng."

Xuan Yan sneered.

"We all know that Junior Brother Zhang Jing and Senior Brother Feng have a close relationship, how could they not be aware? Presumably, if Big Senior Sister weren't coming, they might even hesitate to host this welcoming banquet."

"So are we just going to stand by and let them calculate against Junior Brother like this?"

There was a touch of unwillingness and frustration in Gu Yao's face.

"With Big Senior Sister arriving, what can we do? Right now, we can only hope that Senior Brother Feng can provide some help. Moreover, Junior Brother is also the registered disciple of a True Monarch, they dare not go too far."

Xuan Yan replied calmly.

But his hand hidden under the cuff of his robe was unconsciously clenched tight, then slowly relaxed again.

A sense of powerlessness surged in his heart.

He was aware of the intentions of those from the Heavenly Realm lineage,

but knowing was one thing.

And as his Senior Brother, it was another thing to be unable to do anything about it.

...

Time slowly passed.

Most of the Red Bright Grand Brightness Cave Heaven disciples had arrived.

Suddenly.

The white-robed young man sitting at the higher seat stood up, a faint smile on his face, and spoke aloud:

"Ahem, Dear Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters, please be quiet."

"Today, we are holding this Welcoming Immortal Banquet for two reasons. One is to welcome Junior Brother Zhang Jing and other Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters who have joined the Red Bright Grand Brightness Cave Heaven in the past hundred years."

"On the other hand, we take this opportunity to have everyone exchange their cultivation experiences so as to make progress."

The scene suddenly became silent.

A myriad of respectful gazes instantly landed on the white-robed young man.

However, as if he did not see those gazes, he was just looking at the scene below.

Not long after.

He turned his gaze to the place previously reserved for Zhang Jing. Upon noticing the seat was still empty, his eyes flashed a trace of intrigue.

Did he think he could avoid it by not showing up?

He shook his head slightly.

Then.

"Qiang Fang, was it not you personally extended the invitation to Junior Brother Zhang Jing? Why has he not arrived yet?"

The man in the white robe looked over his shoulder at a burly man behind him.

Upon hearing this.

A knowing smirk appeared on Qiang Fang's rugged face.

He rose respectfully, his somewhat aggrieved voice reverberated around the room.

"Senior Brother, I assure you that the invitation was indeed handed to Junior Brother Zhang Jing. As for why he is not here today, he must have his reasons."

"Impudence!"

The sharp rebuke of the man in white came on its heels.

"Did the rest of our Junior and Senior Brothers and Sisters not have other things to attend to? Yet everyone has squeezed out valuable time to gather."

He paused briefly, seemingly to compose himself.

He then continued:

"Fine, it seems Junior Brother Zhang Jing's time is extremely valuable. However, this kind of behaviour comes across as—"

Before he could finish.

A massive figure appeared, waving an invitation as it rushed in haste.

While running, it shouted:

"I'm here, I'm here, my master is currently in seclusion for cultivation and has specially dispatched me, please don't blame him, dear sirs."

A mount?

How dare he?

The man in the white robe's face turned ghastly pale.

Obviously, he was quite familiar with the information related to Junior Brother Zhang Jing.

Just a glance.

He recognized that the newcomer was indeed Zhang Jing's mount, also from the Lower Realm's Nine Domains.

Seeing that Lu Thirty-Eight was about to take Zhang Jing's seat.

The man's eyes grew cold and a terrifying ripple of mana subtly emanated from him.

The next moment.

Lu Thirty-Eight's body abruptly froze in place, incapable of moving at all.

At the same time.

A cold voice echoed around the room.

"The beast knows nothing of etiquette. Does Junior Brother Zhang Jing also lack this basic understanding? I think all of my Junior Brothers and Sisters present would like an explanation."

Saying this.

Lu Thirty-Eight, mired in terror, was picked up by a strange large hand and about to be thrown outside of the island.

Meanwhile.

Without much deliberation, Xuan Yan, who was sitting quietly, abruptly stood up and a golden light flashed in his eyes.

"Senior Brother Jun, since Junior Brother Zhang Jing is in seclusion, aren't you overstepping here?"

He extended his hand out.

The ejected Lu Thirty-Eight was pulled back, and the force that was restraining him was dispelled.

"Junior Brother Xuan, if Zhang Jing was in seclusion, he should have informed me in advance, not send a beast to humiliate us at the Immortal Feast."

"We are all disciples of Cave Heaven!"

The man in the white robe sneered:

"Surely, I don't need to teach such a basic concept to you Nine Domains people from the Lower Realm, do I?"

"You —"

Xuan Yan was both embarrassed and furious, but under the gaze of many Junior Brothers and Sisters, he had no idea how to rebut properly.

Indeed.

Facing these plotted actions.

He thought what Junior Brother Zhang Jing did was quite appropriate.

It would be foolish to step into a trap one knows exists.

But —

They failed to provide evidence, and probably never could.

So, this made Junior Brother Zhang Jing's actions appear somewhat unjustifiable.

After thinking about it again and again.

Xuan Yan couldn't find a suitable explanation, and he ended up saying with frustration:

"This time... This time, it's true that Junior Brother Zhang Jing did not take many things into consideration. Later on, I will give a satisfactory answer to all the Junior Brothers and Sisters."

"Ay, Junior Brother Xuan," the man in the white robe refused to give up and continued: "Why did you take responsibility for Junior Brother Zhang Jing so quickly? In my opinion, it is better to wait for him to explain himself in person."

"Besides, we are not petty people. Once presented with a good reason from Junior Brother Zhang Jing, we can then turn the page."

Looking at the ambiguous expression on Senior Brother Jun's face.

Xuan Yan's face hardened, a cold flash passed across his eyes, and his voice turned icy.

"Senior Brother, are you bent on bringing things to a definitive end today?"

"Junior Brother Xuan, what are you talking about?"

The white-robed Senior Brother Jun responded with an air of feigned surprise.

However, the gleam in his eyes only grew brighter.

At that moment.

"Enough! You're making a fool of yourself and you're not even aware of it. Go back to your seat." A controlled but furious, crystal-clear voice suddenly resounded.

Hearing the voice.

Senior Brother Jun in the white robe shivered and reluctantly turned to look at the stage.

A woman bathed in immeasurable bright golden light instantly caught his eye.

The next instant.

"We greet Senior Sister Kong!"

Everyone in the room rose to their feet and bowed towards the figure on the stage.

"Please, rise."

The sound of Senior Sister Kong's voice, clear as spring water, echoed again.

Next.

She flicked her fingers subtly and Lu Thirty-Eight vanished from where he was standing, reappearing in Zhang Jing's seat.

Seeing this scene.

Senior Brother Jun in the white robe subconsciously held his breath, glared at Senior Sister Kong on the stage, and asked indignantly:

"Senior Sister Kong, how can we allow a mere mount to sit among us?"

"Look again."

What does she mean?

Ignoring the change in Senior Sister Kong's attitude.

Senior Brother Jun abruptly turned his head to look straight at Lu Thirty-Eight.

In his line of sight.

A Primordial Chaos Dao Seal, overflowing with a noble purple mist, slowly began to emerge from between Lu Thirty-Eight's brows.

Its awe-inspiring presence was undeniably majestic and noble.