While Chen Yi was diligently instructing his closed-door disciple, Fang Fan led the Special Operations Division into contact with the faction from the Immortal Realm.
Of course, this wasn’t a situation he had actively provoked. Rather, it was his mentor, Hu Fangyuan—who had imparted cultivation knowledge to him—that facilitated the connection, directly bridging communication with the leaders of the Immortal Realm faction.
In a peculiar mental space, the representatives gathered.
Hu Fangyuan, the envoy of the Divine Realm, presided over the table, while the "Immortal Realm representatives" Chen Ye and Liu Xiaoyao, along with Fang Fan as the envoy of the Ziwei Realm, took their seats.
On the surface, this appeared to be the first formal meeting between the three factions. In truth, however, it was a clandestine alliance between the Divine Realm and the Ziwei Realm.
"You old bastard, you’re still alive!"
The moment Liu Xiaoyao, the Immortal Realm representative, took his seat, he greeted Hu Fangyuan with unmistakable enthusiasm.
His less-than-polite words revealed that their relationship was far from simple.
"Truly worthy of the most shameless 'Spring-Autumn Cicada Dao'—even a Supreme Being couldn’t evade it. Yet, Senior Hu managed to lie dormant for billions of years and return with three breaths intact!" Chen Ye, the other Immortal Realm representative, also voiced his amazement.
"Xiaoyao, I regret what happened to your aunt, but after all these years, must you still hold such resentment toward me?" Hu Fangyuan sighed softly, meeting Liu Xiaoyao’s hostile gaze with calm composure.
"Old bastard, what aunt? That was my uncle! My most beloved uncle!" Liu Xiaoyao clenched his fists, grinding his teeth. "It was you—you goddamn beast! You schemed against him, made him lose himself, made him no longer a man! In the end, he even turned against the Bai Family, all for the sake of chasing your so-called 'thrills'!"
"And what about you? You rose to glory, flaunting your title as the revered 'Great Love Divine Sovereign.' But my uncle? I swear to—!"
Hu Fangyuan remained silent, enduring the tirade without protest.
He harbored no regrets for the path he had walked. If there were debts to be paid, what did a few curses matter?
After all, Liu Xiaoyao’s value after infiltrating the upper echelons of the Immortal Realm was immeasurable. And by some twisted fate, Hu Fangyuan was still technically his uncle-in-law.
Hiss—
Fang Fan, who had been quietly observing the drama, couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath.
What a spectacle! Who would’ve thought that Mentor Black Soil had such a dark past?
Better take notes—this would make for a fascinating story to share with the Venerable One later!
Hehe…
"Enough, Xiaoyao. Let’s move on to business."
Finally, Hu Fangyuan had had enough of Liu Xiaoyao’s outburst and forcefully steered the conversation back on track.
Chen Ye, ever the diplomat, tugged at Liu Xiaoyao’s sleeve before he could continue his tirade and turned to Fang Fan with a genial smile. "I presume you are the master of the Primordial Chaos Treasure? May I ask your name?"
Fang Fan responded with neither arrogance nor humility. "This junior is Fang Fan, the Ziwei Immortal Realm’s God of Literary Fortune and head of the Special Operations Division. Greetings to Senior Chen Ye and Senior Liu Xiaoyao!"
Let’s be honest—in terms of cultivation, he was far beneath them. Though he could summon the Dharmakaya of the Great Unity with the help of Little Ring, in the eyes of these titans of the Immortal and Divine Paths, he was still no different from an ant on the roadside.
It was like a toddler wielding a kitchen knife—theoretically capable of killing an adult, but in reality, utterly powerless.
So, the reason he could stand here today and speak face-to-face with these giants wasn’t because he was anything special. It was because behind him stood an incomparably formidable existence.
Within the Ziwei Immortal Realm, people might call him "Little Fang," but outside of it, he was to be addressed as the God of Literary Fortune!
Because he represented more than just himself. Disrespecting him was one thing, but disrespecting the Venerable One? Unacceptable.
No matter what, he couldn’t afford to lose face!
Once Fang Fan clarified his identity and backing, Chen Ye immediately adopted a solemn tone. "Chen Ye, First-Rank Seal-Bearing Immortal Official of the Immortal Realm’s Limitless Celestial Court and Third-Rank Councilor of the Divine Realm’s Supreme Assembly, pays his respects to the Ziwei God of Literary Fortune!"
Liu Xiaoyao, despite his grudge against Hu Fangyuan, didn’t slack when it came to formalities. He straightened and declared, "Liu Xiaoyao, Second-Rank Hall Guardian General of the Immortal Realm’s Limitless Celestial Court and Third-Rank Councilor of the Divine Realm’s Supreme Assembly, pays his respects to the Ziwei God of Literary Fortune!"
Two high-ranking wolves in sheep’s clothing! Even though Fang Fan had braced himself, he was still stunned.
He couldn’t fathom it—how lax was the Immortal Realm’s vetting process?
Two wolves had infiltrated the very heart of their power!
And not just any wolves—these were agents of the Divine Realm, the Immortal Realm’s sworn enemy!
Consider this: even the ancestors of the Ziwei Realm who had ascended through proper channels struggled to penetrate the Immortal Realm’s inner circle, often facing discrimination. Yet, these spies from the Divine Realm had climbed to such heights?
Just how corrupt was the Immortal Realm’s Celestial Court?!
"Don’t be too surprised," Chen Ye said with a warm smile. "The Immortal Realm has undergone tremendous upheaval. The tides of fate surge relentlessly, and we merely seized the opportunity to stand at the crest. In truth, we walk on thin ice. The Immortal Emperor suppresses all dissent—any ill intent is swiftly crushed. In the end, it’s survival of the fittest: submit and live, resist and perish."
"This junior is enlightened," Fang Fan replied humbly before pressing further. "Then, Seniors, may I ask the purpose of this meeting? My orders are to cooperate with you and discreetly eliminate this Immortal Realm contingent. How should we proceed?"
Chen Ye explained smoothly, "Our mission is to act as variables. This vanguard team consists of 108 members—excluding myself and Old Liu as captains—including three Great Luo, twenty-four Great Unity cultivators, and eighty-one Golden Immortals. Reinforcements will follow. Specific orders await further instructions from above. Once action is required, I will notify you. Today’s meeting was merely to establish a secure line of communication. I trust you understand?"
Fang Fan nodded slightly. "Understood. I will coordinate accordingly when the time comes. I look forward to your guidance, Senior."
"Excellent." Chen Ye smiled faintly. "If there’s nothing else, we shall take our leave for now. We’ll discuss details later."
With that, Chen Ye and Liu Xiaoyao prepared to withdraw their consciousness from the mental space Hu Fangyuan had constructed.
"Seniors, wait! One more thing!" Fang Fan called out urgently. "My Venerable One wishes to inquire about any information regarding 'Chi Tian.' Have either of you heard of it in the Immortal Realm?"
The moment "Chi Tian" was uttered, Chen Ye and Liu Xiaoyao stiffened as if struck by lightning!
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