The Saint Lord Wants to Meet Chen Chang'an

"Esteemed guests!"

"Today marks the day our Sealed Immortal Holy Land re-emerges into the world!"

"We deeply appreciate your esteemed presence here!"

"First, allow me to introduce myself."

"I am the Grand Elder of the Sealed Immortal Holy Land—Long Wuqi!"

Long Wuqi?

Him?

Gu Fenghua and the others stared at Long Wuqi, momentarily stunned.

They had met Long Wuqi before, and this was not how he had looked.

A person’s appearance might change, but Long Wuqi didn’t just seem altered—it was as if he had become an entirely different person.

"What happened to Long Wuqi? Why does he look like this now?"

"Is he really the same Long Wuqi we once knew?"

"His cultivation is still at the peak of the Great Emperor realm, so it must be him—but this transformation..."

Everyone was puzzled. Long Wuqi knew this would happen, but he paid it no mind.

"Hold on!"

"If the Sealed Immortal Holy Land is re-emerging and has invited all of us here, shouldn’t your Holy Master make an appearance?" Gu Fenghua frowned as he asked.

"You wish to see our Holy Master?"

"Hahahaha!"

"That opportunity will come."

Long Wuqi’s words only deepened their confusion. When establishing a sect, how could the true master not show themselves?

And they had to wait for an opportunity?

"Then what now?"

"You invited so many of us here—is this how you treat your guests?" The Nie Family’s ancestor scowled.

"Patience. Just wait a little longer," Long Wuqi replied with a smile.

"Wait for what?" The Ye Family’s ancestor asked impatiently.

"For one person!"

For one person?

Could it be...?

Long Wuqi’s words made Gu Fenghua and the others frown. Who was missing that the Sealed Immortal Holy Land would wait for?

Chen Chang'an?

Were they waiting for Chen Chang'an?

"My apologies for keeping everyone waiting!"

No sooner had Long Wuqi spoken than Chen Chang'an’s voice reached their ears.

His appearance elicited mixed reactions.

Those familiar with Chen Chang'an, like Gu Fenghua, brightened with joy, while others scrutinized him carefully.

Long Wuqi, however, wore an expression of immense satisfaction.

Chen Chang'an, too, studied the crowd. When his gaze landed on Leng Tu, he paused.

The Blood Slaughter Great Emperor, Leng Tu?

Hadn’t he killed him back in Alchemy Emperor City? Yet here he was, alive and well.

Interesting.

"Now that everyone is here... let us begin!"

Long Wuqi’s mysterious smile sent a chill down their spines. In the next moment, he and over a thousand Great Emperor-level experts from the Sealed Immortal Holy Land formed hand seals in unison.

"Activate the formation!"

Instantly, the entire Sealed Immortal Platform was enveloped by a barrier, cutting them off from the outside world.

"What...?"

"What are you trying to do?"

"Does the Sealed Immortal Holy Land intend to trap all of us here?"

"What arrogance! Do you think you can dominate the Profound Mystic Realm just because you have numbers? I—"

"Wait—why do I feel my spiritual power being suppressed?"

"Mine too!"

Gu Fenghua and the others paled. They never imagined the formation could suppress their spiritual energy—even those at the peak of the Great Emperor realm, like Gu Fenghua, were no exception.

Panic spread. Without their power, they were defenseless.

"What is the meaning of this, Sealed Immortal Holy Land?" Gu Fenghua demanded angrily.

"Do not panic. If you cooperate, your safety will be guaranteed," Long Wuqi reassured them with a smile before turning to Chen Chang'an.

"Chen Chang'an, we finally meet."

"Finally?"

"I saw you back in Alchemy Emperor City," Chen Chang'an replied indifferently.

"So you saw through me that day."

"But it no longer matters."

"Chen Chang'an, you are the one our Holy Master truly wishes to meet."

What a coincidence—Chen Chang'an had come precisely for the Holy Master.

"Rest assured, we will not harm these people—for now. But that depends on your cooperation."

Oh?

A threat? Using their lives as leverage?

"What does their survival have to do with me?"

"Do you really think this flimsy formation can hold me?" Chen Chang'an sneered.

"Hahaha!"

"If you leave, these people will die."

"Even if you can escape, would you really abandon them?"

"Could you live with their deaths on your conscience?"

Conscience?

"What is conscience?"

"Do you think someone like me has one?"

Chen Chang'an’s response gave Long Wuqi a headache. Gu Fenghua and the others tensed, unsure what he would do.

If Chen Chang'an left, they would surely perish today.

Long Wuqi studied Chen Chang'an carefully. His unpredictable nature made him fear Chen Chang'an might turn and walk away without hesitation.

"Then... could we discuss this?"

"Our Holy Master truly wishes to meet you."

The shift in Long Wuqi’s tone and attitude surprised everyone.

Long Wuqi was not known for compromise, yet here he was, almost pleading with Chen Chang'an.

What they didn’t know was the dire consequences of failing the Holy Master’s orders.

So, willing or not, Long Wuqi had to yield.

"That’s more like it."

"I’ll meet your Holy Master."

"But when I return, I expect them all to be here," Chen Chang'an stated coolly.

"Of course. You have my word."

Relieved, Long Wuqi agreed. The others’ lives meant nothing to him.

For now, he would spare them—but if things didn’t go as the Holy Master planned, killing them later was always an option.

"Da Huang, stay here as a precaution," Chen Chang'an transmitted silently.

"Leave it to me."

"Now, take me to your Holy Master."

"Right this way."

Without further delay, Long Wuqi led Chen Chang'an to the hidden chamber where the Holy Master waited.

"Your Holy Master must be quite the coward, hiding in a secret room."

Chen Chang'an could say such things—Long Wuqi dared not respond.

"This is the chamber. The Holy Master awaits inside."

"After you."