Longevity: From Being Pushed By The Witch

After finishing the communication, Chen Hui originally planned to return to the attic.

But when he thought about facing the expectant gazes of everyone again after going back, he weighed his options and decided to stay temporarily in the main hall of the Lord's Mansion.

Just like that...

After about a quarter of an hour.

Chen Hui's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He looked up towards the distance, then lightly tapped his toes and disappeared into the ripples.

When he reappeared...

He was already in the sky above Yuyang City.

At this moment, a streak of flowing light, like a comet trailing a long purple light, came flying from the south.

When the flowing light reached the sky above Yuyang City, it suddenly flashed and, in an unreasonable manner, eliminated inertia and violated mechanics, hovering in front of Chen Hui.

It was an old man with white hair and a youthful appearance, with an immortal aura and a fiery red robe. There was a flame pattern on his chest, embroidered with the characters "Dan Fire."

"Chen Hui greets Lord Han!"

Chen Hui immediately took a step back and bowed to the old man.

Dan Fire Lord nodded slightly.

"Lead the way."

"Yes!"

Saying that, the two of them disappeared into the void ripples. When they reappeared, they were already by Ji Boying's bedside.

In the main hall, the Qin faction members, sensing the fluctuation of spiritual power, thought that Chen Hui had returned and were about to approach to inquire about the situation. However, they discovered that beside Chen Hui stood a dignified old man in a crimson robe.

At first, everyone was stunned, but soon, their bewildered faces were replaced by ecstatic joy.

There's hope, Mr. Ji is finally saved!

Their faces turned red, and their hands clenched tightly into fists, trembling.

If it weren't for the fact that Ji Boying couldn't be disturbed by too much commotion right now, they would have wanted to immediately raise their heads and howl to the sky to vent their excitement.

"Everyone, leave."

Chen Hui glanced at the crowd and softly instructed, then immediately set up a barrier around Ji Boying.

He looked at the old man in red and asked softly:

"How is his condition now? Does he need to be taken back to headquarters for treatment?"

Han He, dressed in a crimson robe, did not answer Chen Hui's question. Instead, he stared at the charred body on the brocade bed. In his eyes, which were shimmering with brilliance, an unprecedented seriousness was revealed.

Seeing this, Chen Hui didn't speak again to disturb him. Instead, he stood silently by his side like a statue.

Not long after...

In the entire room, apart from the occasional crackling sound of the calming wood burning in the fireplace, there was no other sound.

Even breathing and heartbeat were restrained to the extreme by the two of them.

After a long time.

Han He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the extremely serious expression on his face finally eased slightly.

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In the extreme north of the Northern Continent...

The coldest place in the Five Continents.

Stretching for tens of thousands of miles, the snow-covered mountains were the only thing in sight.

But it was precisely in such a place that there was a mountain peak that remained evergreen and spring-like throughout the year, standing tall for eternity.

It was the number one sect in the Northern Continent and the only one that could rival the Wan Dao Trading Company and the Heavenly Demon Hall, the Qinghua Divine Sect.

At the peak of the mountain.

Inside the magnificent palace.

Eighteen thrones stood on either side.

On these eighteen thrones, there was also a supreme throne made entirely of ice and snow jade.

This was the throne exclusive to the Qinghua Divine Lord. However, because the Qinghua Divine Lord had already left the Five Continents, this throne had been empty all along.

However...

Since the Wan Dao Trading Company's northern expedition.

The scene where all eighteen thrones, except for the main seat, should have been filled, no longer existed.

Only twelve seats remained out of the eighteen thrones.

Elder Palace Jing Ci - severely injured;

Elder Lu Yangzhou - severely injured;

Elder Su Huarong - killed;

Twelve Elders Wan Yangxiu - died in battle;

Eleven Elders Yang Du - severely injured;

Eight Elder Qi Yuanming - died in battle!

Qinghua Divine Sect, eighteen returning virtual realm cultivators, now three dead and three injured!

Just a battle in Yuyang City has cost them one-third of their fighting power! And as for the Wan Dao Trading Company, from beginning to end, only one returning virtual realm cultivator, Che Yang, has appeared!

Below the main seat, the right-hand seat, the Grand Elder's eyes slightly lowered, slowly opening his mouth:

"The reason why the Wan Dao Trading Company and the Heavenly Demon Temple want to launch a northern expedition is nothing more than to extract enough blood and spiritual veins from the Northern Continent to maintain the operation of the Blood Sacrifice Array and the Wan Dao Altar."

"The great calamity is approaching, and now that the Sect Master is no longer in the sect, we must preserve our strength to deal with the imminent invasion of the Celestial Clan in the Five Continents!"

"So..."

He glanced at the people present, then spoke in an extremely cold tone:

"I think we should compromise and give half of the Northern Continent to the Wan Dao Trading Company and the Heavenly Demon Temple."

"After the great calamity in the Five Continents is over, we can take it back."

"What do you think?"

After speaking...

The old man withdrew his gaze and quietly waited for the response of the remaining elders in the hall.

No one spoke, but exchanged glances with each other.

Territorial concessions!

This is the result they least want to see, but in the current situation, they have no choice but to do so.

Now that the Sect Master, Qinghua Divine Lord, has ascended.

In less than ninety years, the Five Continents will face the ravages of the Celestial Clan.

Without the presence of the Qinghua Divine Lord, if they do not retain enough fighting power, the day the Celestial Clan arrives will be the day when the Qinghua Divine Sect is destroyed!

After weighing for a moment, the remaining eleven elders in the seats all spoke up:

"We have no objections."

The Grand Elder nodded slightly.

"In that case..."

He paused, then turned his gaze to the fifth seat and said:

"Elder Yi, I leave the matter to you!"

"Yes!"

The beautiful woman on the fifth seat responded lightly, accepting this arrangement.

However...

Just as everyone was preparing to end the meeting and disperse...

They saw the two old men on the left and right seats simultaneously turn their heads and look outside the hall.

Both of them froze, and their faces suddenly darkened at that moment.

Buzz...

As the space distorted.

The two old men on the left and right seats disappeared one after another in the hall, and the rest of the people looked at each other and followed suit.

Only the twelve seats in the hall appeared together outside the Qinghua Divine Sect's Mountain Protection Array!

At the same time, in front of them, two giant ships were suspended in mid-air.

One of the ships had the words "Wan Dao" engraved on its bow, while the other was marked with the unique ghost fire emblem of the Heavenly Demon Temple!

Both giant ships were filled with people, and even the lowest cultivation level among them had reached the Nascent Soul realm!

As for the six powerful cultivators standing on the decks of the two ships, five were from the Heavenly Demon Temple and one was from the Wan Dao Trading Company!

Upon seeing this scene, the twelve elders of the Qinghua Divine Sect also breathed a sigh of relief.

Only six returning virtual realm cultivators, that's good!

Although these six returning virtual realm cultivators were all battle cultivators, they had twelve returning virtual realm cultivators on their side. With a two-to-one advantage, they may not necessarily win, but they definitely wouldn't lose!

Clang!

Just as they were thinking this, a flash of sword light soared into the sky from the ship of the Wan Dao Trading Company.

They saw a woman wearing a green robe, her eyes covered by a black cloth, suddenly appearing above the deck of the Wan Dao Trading Company's ship, stepping on a flying sword.

The twelve elders of the Qinghua Divine Sect's faces changed drastically when they saw this woman.

Jianlin Hall - Mo Hanyi!

The number one swordsman in the Wan Dao Trading Company and even in the Five Continents!