Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone

Wang Jixuan was somewhat puzzled.

A beautiful lady beside him sighed, "Actually, only three tributers of the clan knew our whereabouts today, but I never expected..."

"I see."

Wang Jixuan laughed and said:

"I won't meddle in your family affairs.

"Nor can I save you for nothing, you continue your journey to Wangxian Valley, and pretend that the ambush never happened.

"I have an old friend in Wangxian Valley, and I want to take this opportunity to meet them."

Murong Zhengyi was a bit confused, "Senior, with your cultivation, you stand out in this world. In Wangxian Valley, they will surely treat you as an honored guest."

"Rest assured," Master Wang said solemnly, "If I meant harm, controlling your mind would be the simplest of tasks."

Murong Zhengyi pondered slightly, then bowed with a Daoist bow, "In that case, I humbly invite you, senior, to accompany us to Wangxian Valley."

"Let's go then," Wang Jixuan said, "Your ship is destroyed, so come to my small boat. My Daoist couple and disciples are there; the three of you need not be constrained."

"Ah, yes."

Murong Zhengyi asked:

"Then, senior, if we need to mislead others, how should I address you thereafter?"

"Just call me Master Uncle."

"I shall comply."

They seemed to be in agreement.

Indeed, as Wang Jixuan said, with his ability to act freely in this world as a Mahayana Master, controlling the minds of these three would be as easy as reaching for them.

Murong Zhengyi naturally feared that their Murong Family would be caught up in Major Sect strife, but in careful thought...

He was just an ordinary guest invited to Wangxian Valley, unable to enter the core areas, only staying at the outer Cloud Platform.

To step back, if this senior harbored any ill intentions towards Wangxian Valley, there would be no need for such elaborate schemes, he could just go and directly attack the Mountain Gate of Wangxian Valley.

'A Mahayana Master acts with his own reasons.'

Not long after, the Treasure Ship carrying six people slowly flew towards Wangxian Valley.

Since the disciple tournament held every ten years in Wangxian Valley was still some time away, arriving early would show respect to Wangxian Valley, so there was no need to hurry.

Murong Zhengyi invited Wang Jixuan and the others to a workshop to enjoy a meal that cost five thousand Spirit Stones, which increased Master Wang's satisfaction with the younger one, providing some guidance on Murong Zhengyi's cultivation.

This guidance was not in vain, as Murong Zhengyi experienced an epiphany, advancing by a minor realm.

The young lord of the Murong Family held even more faith in Wang Jixuan.

Wang Jixuan did not inquire about the affairs of the Murong Family, nor did Murong Zhengyi dare to bother this high-level cultivator with mundane matters, only bringing forth some elegant items instead.

They traveled leisurely, enjoying the scenery, gradually approaching the vicinity of Wangxian Valley, when Master Wang suddenly sensed something unusual in the air.

He stood up from the Treasure Ship and frowned as he looked ahead.

Within a radius of three hundred miles, clusters of white clouds floated in all directions, with numerous figures seated upon them, though most were meditating.

It seemed they intended to besiege Wangxian Valley.

There were vast numbers of disciples and members from more than a dozen medium to large sects present!

Even several small sects affiliated with Wangxian Valley appeared to have sent out their best forces.

Besides this, there were at least tens of thousands of loose cultivators on the periphery, watching, among them more than ten well-known Loose Cultivator leaders, with cultivation at the Nascent Soul or Unification Realm.

What's going on?

Why does it feel like this isn't a disciple tournament, but an Immortal Dao assembly?

Wang Jixuan concealed his presence, standing at the edge of the Treasure Ship, frowning as he looked down at the familiar cherished valley below.

The countless towers and palaces on the mountain walls were where he once cultivated, debated the Dao, and achieved breakthroughs.

At first glance, it was all memories.

It felt as if a lifetime had passed, yet nothing had changed.

"Senior," Murong Zhengyi whispered, "I have a few acquaintances who have already arrived. I'll go seek them out to find out what's going on, this place doesn't seem to be like a sect disciple match."

"Go ahead," Wang Jixuan replied casually.

He had already released his Spiritual Sense, capturing the discussions in the wind, quickly piecing together the general situation.