"While you were secluded, intruders kept harassing us," Duo'er Duo said anxiously. "At first, it was just those two who fled—Hongchizi and Fengchenzi—leading twenty-some immortals. We repelled them with the arrays you taught. But now, thousands more have come, maybe twenty thousand. They're facing off with Tushi and Mengba's forces."
"Don't worry, I've got this," I said, kissing her tenderly, then led the girls outside. "Greetings, Your Majesty!" the palace guards saluted as I emerged.
"Senior Brother, you're out! They're at our door!" Xiandao rushed to me, frantic. With so many Golden Immortals, only the mysterious Senior Brother Feitian could handle them. Xiandao knew he was tied to me now—if we fell, he'd have no chance to escape.
I ignored him, asking, "How's the task I gave you?" "They're learning well," Xiandao replied, somewhat proud. Though their spells were varied, the power was impressive. What are these people?
Relieved, I nodded. Even in conflict, we wouldn't suffer much. Plus, we had a secret weapon: the "Mental Energy Lock" I taught them. Our magic cultivation gave us immense mental energy, growing with our power. The lock manipulated enemies' surrounding energies for devastating effects. With our formidable Dragon Armor, we were set. The current stalemate suggested things weren't dire yet.
"Good job. Let's check it out," I told Xiandao. "Which planet are they on?" I asked Duo'er Hua.
"Both planets. They tried storming the palace, but we activated the super defense shield, keeping them out," she said, clearly annoyed. I noticed the sky's faint blue glow—the ultimate defense shield. Extending my mental energy—what immortals call divine sense—I felt the shield trembling. Those immortals are attacking it.
Xiandao was stunned. He'd never seen such a powerful defense artifact, covering so vast an area. Our zero casualties were thanks to it. I'd installed it as a precaution, never expecting it to shine so brightly.
At the standoff, both sides were evenly matched. My warriors, clad in Dragon Armor, stood under Tushi's command, coldly eyeing the immortals. If Duo'er Duo was right about their twenty thousand, they rivaled us. Though we were all soldiers, our male fighters numbered just over twenty thousand—slightly fewer.
The immortals were shocked to find so many "immortals" on this planet, wearing top-tier "immortal armor." Even more baffling, the blue barrier was unbreakable.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!" The immortals jolted. In the Immortal Realm, only Emperor Ling was "Majesty." Are we attacking his palace? Panic struck—if true, they were doomed. But these guards didn't match Emperor Ling's. As they speculated, my guards parted.
"Tushi greets Your Majesty," Tushi knelt before me. "Rise. With enemies at hand, skip the formalities," I said, handing him his golden Dragon Armor. He donned it, sensing its enhanced power. "Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Now, let's see what these fools want," I said, leading Tushi, now armored, to face the immortals across the shield. When they saw the stunningly handsome man they'd awaited, jealousy nearly made them spit blood.
I scanned them coldly. Nothing special—a few Great Golden Immortals, likely sect elders. All this for a manual? Pathetic. From Xiandao's star chart, I knew Dragon Court Star was remote, yet they came. If they knew my magic bypassed heavenly tribulations, they'd all beg to be my disciples.
"Why've you stormed my Dragon Court Star?" I demanded, my aura pressing them. Some, weaker-willed, shouted to ease their fear. "You know why! Everyone knows you're Xiandao's Senior Brother," a late Golden Immortal sneered, stepping forward.
Glancing at the crowd, I saw they all believed it. "You think so? Seen it with your eyes or heard it with your ears? Without proof, don't blame me for being unkind. Food can be mispicked, but words can't be misspoken," I said, staring him down coldly.
Unable to bear my pressure, he stepped back, arguing, "Would Hongchizi and Fengchenzi lie?" "Yeah!" the crowd roared. Fools. I could learn from their mob tactics.
"If so, bring them out. Let's confront them. Did I ever claim to be Xiandao's Senior Brother? He's my guest. Leave now. If he leaves later, do what you want—I won't care. But while he's in my house, I'll handle things," I said.
"Who do you think you are, ordering us?" a low Golden Immortal barked. My eyes locked onto him, mental energy surging into his brain. "Ah!" he screamed, clutching his head, collapsing under all eyes. My first mental energy brain attack.
"Windy, what's wrong?" an elder rushed to the youth, cradling him, glaring venomously at me. This is the Immortal Realm? Worse than mortals. My gaze flashed, and the elder joined his son, writhing. The crowd trembled. "A lesson: know who to cross. Measure your strength first," I said coldly.
They saw me subdue two without a move, retreating in fear. My wicked grin looked demonic to them. "Heed my words. Trouble Xiandao after he leaves—don't disturb my life." Ignoring their comprehension, I led my group back. Tushi assigned patrols.
The immortals watched my arrogant exit, helpless. I spoke reason. Noticing the Great Golden Immortals' silence, they grumbled but quieted. The strong stay silent. Seeing the writhing father and son, they avoided standing out.
"Elder, why not join the other Great Golden Immortals to attack? Your strength could take him," a disciple asked a Great Golden Immortal elder.
The elder shook his head bitterly. "Think we don't want to? We're no match." He sighed. Feitian's glance alone crushed his resistance. He'd considered teaming up to distract me while grabbing Xiandao, but it was futile.
Disciples gaped. So strong, even multiple Great Golden Immortals can't win? But the manual's allure gnawed. It's right there, yet we can't touch that old crook. "Elder, no way at all?" one asked.
"Ha, youngsters are impatient. Solutions come from thought, not haste," the elder said confidently. The sulky disciple fell silent.
Proudly, the elder addressed his disciples: "Our mass attack on their array was flawed." Eyes lit up, eager for more. Stroking his beard, he continued, "Their array's huge, but we didn't focus on one point, scattering our strength. No array can withstand ten thousand immortals hitting one spot." Realization dawned—such a simple tactic overlooked. They admired the elder, who basked in their awe.
"I'll inform the others," an eager disciple rushed off. The elder, though smug, frowned. That "Majesty's" power is unfathomable. He couldn't gauge me, suggesting I surpassed any Great Golden Immortal—perhaps at the Supreme Immortal realm. If so, no number could stop me. A single tier was a chasm. With only twelve Great Golden Immortals against my forces, he sought other elders to strategize.
He left, leaving puzzled disciples. Why so worried after smiling? Lowly disciples didn't dwell on it—they came for experience or the manual, indifferent to failure.
"Mengba, have your side's intruders left?" I asked, wiping my lips with a cloth from a maid. Mengba stood. "Not yet."
"Did you relay my message?"
"I did, but they said—uh—" Mengba hesitated, glancing at me. "Heh, harsh words? I get it. Not your fault. They won't stop till they hit the Yellow River," I said, smiling. Mengba didn't know that smile meant doom. If he did, he'd wonder.
"Watch closely. They might move tonight," I warned Mengba sternly.
"Yes, sir. I'll fortify defenses," he replied.
At the immortals' camp, twelve figures of varying ages sat in a clearing, eyed reverently as the twelve Great Golden Immortals leading this raid. The elder was among them. "That's my view. Any better ideas?" he asked.
"If so, we're in trouble. If that 'Majesty' is Supreme Immortal, we're not just outmatched—survival's in question, let alone snatching Xiandao's jade slip," a younger one said.
"I think he's near Supreme Immortal, not there. Why else let Xiandao chase the manual? With his power, he shouldn't care unless he's seeking a breakthrough to Supreme Immortal, and the slip fits," an older one speculated.
Eyes gleamed. An ultimate manual! Visions of commanding winds and rains as Supreme Immortals thrilled them. "You're right, but he's still stronger than us," the elder sighed, shattering their dreams.
"Haha, I've got it!" a ruddy-faced elder exclaimed. All eyes turned. "Besides our sects, the rest are unaligned. We're allied; they're not. We breach the shield, let them rush in. In the chaos, we grab Xiandao. If we fail, they're our shield. I doubt Xiandao's 'Senior Brother' dares kill twenty thousand immortals. Anger Emperor Ling, and what then?"
"Brilliant!" The eleven reappraised the usually quiet elder. The silent ones are the deadliest. Praising him, they privately guarded against his cunning, lest they fall to his schemes.
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