Longevity through Upgrading Buildings Chapter 684 - 297: Nascent Soul Monsters of Both Righteous and Demonic Paths

The Ten Spirits Ancestor appeared somewhat disbelieving and quickly inquired.

"No, it’s my own issue."

The Medicine King felt a bitterness he couldn’t voice aloud.

"You..."

The Ten Spirits Ancestor was at a loss for words.

The usually quiet Mei Manor, after gazing at the Medicine King for a prolonged moment, finally opened his mouth:

"Heart damage along with a severed spine... I’m quite intrigued; when did such figures emerge on the Cangluo Continent?"

"What?!"

The Lady of Joy was the first to grasp Mei Manor’s implication. She whipped her head around abruptly, her earlier allure vanishing, supplanted by sheer astonishment.

"You’re saying... Divinity Transformation?"

Amid the stares from the others, Mei Manor nodded steadily, "Simply question him to find out."

Thus, their eyes turned back to the Medicine King.

He stayed silent on the matter, merely gesturing dismissively, "Let’s focus on the key issue."

Since he refused to elaborate, they couldn’t press him.

So, their tones softened further, each nursing private suspicions.

Like Mei Manor, most wondered when a Divinity Transformation cultivator had arrived on Cangluo Continent.

Could it mean... the big shots had come back?

No, that couldn’t be.

If they returned, Cangluo would already be secure; this was likely just a cultivator passing through Cangluo accidentally.

"Shangxi’s aims are plain—they’re aiming to strike one of our six sects first... though we don’t know which."

The Ten Spirits Ancestor declared as his eyes scanned the group.

"It can’t be Sword Ruins anyway; they lack the power to swallow Sword Ruins whole."

The Lady of Joy shot back.

"True enough."

Xu Sheng seldom chimed in, but he concurred this time.

"I suspect it could be Medicine King Valley."

Kong Xifeng stated, eyeing the stoic Medicine King.

Hearing this, the latter didn’t even glance up, "If so, then so be it."

"No way, old fellow, are you truly giving up like this?"

Kong Xifeng stared in disbelief at the Medicine King’s attitude.

"That’s how it is when your spine gets severed."

Mei Manor crossed his arms over his chest and murmured, "No need to conceal it from you all—during my overseas journeys long ago, my spine was also severed. I roamed aimlessly for centuries before snapping out of it."

The Medicine King raised his head vacantly, staring at him.

"Staring won’t change anything; you’ve got a Heart Demon burrowing in. Only shattering the Heart Barrier will let you emerge from this."

Mei Manor skipped the finer points, as mindset issues defied simple explanation anyway.

The talk then shifted back to countering the Demon Dao onslaught.

Yet in their back-and-forth, nobody dropped any solid intel, just vague replies.

"Never mind, looks like the Demon Dao’s gone truly underground this round—probably only those Nascent Soul fiends hold the real answers."

The Ten Spirits Ancestor, frustrated by the lack of resolution, dismissed it with a wave and fell quiet.

"Honestly, why not form an alliance? Whichever sect the Demon Dao hits, the rest must provide total backup—what do you say?"

Lu Corpse proposed, scanning the others expectantly.

"Fine by me."

Xu Sheng nodded his approval.

"Count me in too." The Lady of Joy voiced her support.

The rest nodded along one by one; that was precisely why they’d convened today.

After all, if one of Shangxi’s Three Demon Sects mobilized, the targeted sect stood little chance alone.

The six families needed to unite their strength.

Mei Manor thus observed from the sidelines, detached from their debate.

He... stayed mute.

Despite hearing from Shangxi that one of Shang Dong’s six Immortal Sects had defected to their side.

Still, Mei Manor kept it under wraps.

Though the foe of my foe might be an ally.

Mei Manor viewed everyone there as enemies too—or rather, all of Cangluo now opposed him.

...

At the same time.

A different summit conference unfolded atop an anonymous peak in the Shang Mountain range, blanketed in snow.

Far fewer participants here, though.

Just three individuals.

A towering figure in red robes with black hair, horns sprouting from his head.

A wicked youth clad in black robes with fiery red hair.

Plus a man whose skin revealed stark white bones beneath—they made up this intimate assembly.

The black-haired, red-robed man was Blood Luo King, hailed as Shangxi’s supreme power.

The black-robed, red-haired youth served as Palace Master of Demon Flame Palace, True Monarch Mo Yan.

The last was White Bone Sect’s White Bone Demon Monarch.

Without that woman present, these three topped Shangxi’s hierarchy.

"So, has your White Bone Sect unlocked the entrance? The moment it does, we launch."

True Monarch Mo Yan grinned slyly.

The White Bone Demon Monarch seemed far more composed, perched rigidly.

"Nearly there, a few days at most. But upfront: once we enter, it’s every person for themselves."

"Of course."

True Monarch Mo Yan lounged askew, leg draped over knee, smirking deviously.

Yet afterward, the White Bone Demon Monarch addressed the quiet Blood Luo King.

"Blood Luo, is exposing that sect truly worthwhile?"

"Absolutely."

Blood Luo King’s eyes snapped open, a crimson glint slashing through them. Instantly, the peak turned into a hellscape of cadavers and gore, though the illusion faded in a blink.

"Merely six sects total: one falls, one yields, two get obliterated on the spot. Leftover Loose Cultivators won’t dare fight back, and besides..."

"Besides what?"

The White Bone Demon Monarch probed.

True Monarch Mo Yan chuckled mockingly, "What else? It’s her scheme, right? Who else could boss around the mighty Blood Luo King?"

"Keep mocking, and I’ll raze your Demon Flame Palace!"

Blood Luo King’s icy tone rang out.

True Monarch Mo Yan toppled from his seat in terror, rolling across the ground a few times.

"The almighty Blood Luo King unleashes his divine fury; puny Demon Flame Palace must obey your summons."

With that, True Monarch Mo Yan rose, offering a pompous bow to Blood Luo King.

"Your devoted servant, True Monarch Mo Yan, at your service!"

"Get lost!"

Blood Luo King’s temples pulsed with rage, managing only that retort.

"Understood."

True Monarch Mo Yan guffawed loudly, slapping his backside as he exited the area.