From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 265 The First Steps of Immortal Destiny: Xiao Yao's Alliance Journey

Ink Clouds!

It turned out to be him!

I gripped the sword tightly in my hand and stared at him warily.

He gave a cold laugh, his tone laced with sarcasm: "Xiao Yao, long time no see." I snorted coldly, ignoring his provocation.

"Are you also going to participate in the Immortal Alliance?" I asked bluntly.

He smiled mysteriously, didn't answer, but gave me a meaningful look before turning into a black shadow and disappearing into the clouds.

I felt a vague unease in my heart; Mo Yun's appearance was definitely not accidental.

His purpose in coming here is probably not so simple.

Upon arriving at Xianyuan Peak, one finds it already teeming with people, with various factions gathered there.

Colorful flags fluttered in the breeze, and melodious music filled the air, creating a lively and festive atmosphere.

However, beneath this lively facade, undercurrents are surging, and a tense atmosphere is palpable.

I took a deep breath to calm the surging emotions in my heart and slowly walked into the venue.

Representatives from various factions have arrived one after another. They are dressed in gorgeous clothes, have an extraordinary demeanor, and exude a powerful aura with every move they make.

I looked around, my gaze sweeping over the unfamiliar faces, and a sense of mission welled up within me.

I represent not only myself, but also the hope of the entire Immortal Sect.

I tried to remain calm and took the initiative to greet the representatives of the other forces.

However, my enthusiasm did not receive a corresponding response.

Some of them were perfunctory, some were contemptuous, and some even ignored me completely.

My idea of ​​forming an alliance was met with silence, like a stone sinking into the sea.

A sense of being ignored filled my heart, and the air around me seemed to freeze, making it hard for me to breathe.

The group looked each other over.

I suppressed my displeasure and tried hard to find a way out.

Just then, a clear voice rang out: "Fairy Xiao Yao, I have long admired your name." I turned my head and saw a woman dressed in white walking towards me. She had a beautiful face and an ethereal air. She was none other than the representative of our partner—Fairy Fei Yu.

I forced a smile and was about to speak when I heard her say...

Fairy Feiyu smiled sweetly, her red lips parted slightly, but she uttered cold words: "An alliance is possible, but your sect must offer the Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Lingzhi and the Profound Ice Jade Marrow as a token of sincerity." My heart sank. The Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Lingzhi and the Profound Ice Jade Marrow were the most precious treasures of my sect. How could we easily show them to others?

I suppressed my anger and tried to keep my tone calm: "Fairy, these two conditions are far too harsh. Although my sect is willing to form an alliance, we cannot..."

Before I could finish speaking, Fairy Feiyu interrupted me with a contemptuous smile: "Fairy Xiaoyao, does your sect not have the means to produce these treasures? Or is it that you have no sincerity in forming an alliance?" Her voice was not loud, but every word was like a sharp ice pick piercing my heart.

The whispers around me reached my ears like countless mosquitoes buzzing in my ear, making me feel irritable.

I felt a burning sensation on my cheeks, as if I had been slapped hard across the face.

I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm: "Fairy, the alliance is for fighting the demons together, not for fighting each other. These two conditions are not beneficial to the overall situation. I urge you to reconsider." My voice trembled slightly, but I still stood firm in my position.

Fairy Feiyu sneered, "Fairy Xiaoyao, are you trying to teach me how to do things?" Her contempt deepened, and her gaze swept across my face like a knife, making me feel a sharp pain.

I felt like a butterfly trapped in a spider web, the pressure around me as heavy as a mountain, making it hard for me to breathe.

I turned to look at True Lord Ziyang, hoping he would say something fair.

However, he simply sat there quietly, his eyes slightly closed, as if he were indifferent to all of this.

He exuded a powerful aura, like an invisible giant wave, crashing towards me wave after wave, making me feel suffocated.

I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but found my throat dry and I couldn't utter a single word.

A wave of despair washed over me, and the air around me seemed to freeze, making it almost impossible for me to breathe.

Just then, I saw Qingfeng wink at me, his lips moving slightly as if he were saying something.

I strained to concentrate and finally made out the two words he said: "Spiritual Heart..."

Spiritual heart?

Spiritual Heart!

A thought struck me: Lingxin was a rogue cultivator who was on good terms with me and was well-informed; perhaps she knew something.

I quietly left the venue and went to the place where we had made our promise.

The cold wind was biting, making my clothes flutter loudly.

In the distance, the mountain peaks stretch endlessly, like sleeping dragons, appearing especially mysterious under the night sky.

"Xiao Yao, you've arrived." Ling Xin emerged from the shadows, her face grave and her voice low. "I've heard some news that might be detrimental to you." My heart sank, and a sense of foreboding washed over me.

"Fairy Feiyu colluded with Moyun to deliberately make things difficult for you in order to sabotage the Immortal Alliance." Lingxin's words struck me like a bolt from the blue, leaving me dizzy.

I stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

I grabbed the tree trunk beside me, trying to steady myself. The cold wind lashed my cheeks like knives, bringing a stinging sensation.

I took a deep breath, and the cold air filled my lungs, making me a little more awake.

I suppressed my anger and tried to remain calm: "Why would they do this?" My voice was a little hoarse and trembling.

Lingxin sighed and continued, "They want to take this opportunity to weaken the power of various factions, and then seize control of Immortal Fate Peak amidst the chaos."

That's it!

I finally understand everything.

On the surface, Fairy Feiyu was acting in her own self-interest, but in reality, she was colluding with Moyun and intending to overthrow the entire cultivation world!

I clenched my fist, my nails digging deep into my palm, causing a sharp pain.

I must stop them!

I must protect Xianyuan Peak!

I returned to the venue, trying my best to remain calm and not let anyone notice anything unusual about me.

Fairy Feiyu maintained her aloof demeanor, her smile as chilling as a viper's hiss, making me feel nauseous.

I took a deep breath, suppressing my anger, and slowly began, "Fairy Feiyu, the conditions you have proposed are not unattainable for our sect, but..." I deliberately paused, my gaze sweeping over the crowd. Seeing the expressions of doubt, curiosity, or disdain on their faces, I sneered inwardly and continued, "However, these two conditions are not the true path to an alliance. Fairy Feiyu keeps talking about forming an alliance, yet you propose such harsh conditions; isn't that a contradiction?" My voice wasn't loud, but it resonated powerfully, echoing in the silent hall.

Fairy Feiyu's expression changed slightly; she hadn't expected me to question her in public.

She forced herself to remain calm and sneered, "Fairy Xiao Yao, what do you mean by this?"

I smiled slightly, my tone calm: "Fairy, please don't be impatient, I'll explain it to you now..." I stared intently at her, saying each word carefully, "The ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and Xuanbing Jade Marrow that you seek, while precious, are not essential for fighting the Demon Clan. A true alliance should be about complementing each other's strengths and weaknesses, sharing resources, not about mutual destruction and depletion of power..."

Fairy Feiyu's expression grew increasingly grim; her eyes darted around, and she dared not meet my gaze.

I sneered inwardly and continued, "If the fairy truly wants to form an alliance, she should show genuine sincerity, not..."

"Enough!" Ziyang Zhenjun suddenly spoke, interrupting me.

His voice was deep and authoritative, carrying an undeniable power.

I felt a chill run down my spine and turned to look at him. I saw that his eyes were slightly closed and his face was gloomy, making it impossible to fathom his thoughts.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and intense, sweeping over everyone before finally settling on me. "Xiao Yao, continue..."

I took a deep breath, met the gaze of True Lord Ziyang, and continued, "Instead of being obsessed with these treasures, fairy, why not think about how to truly unite and fight against the demons together? Our sect is willing to give our all and cooperate sincerely with all other sects to jointly defend against the external enemy!" My voice was firm and resounding, echoing in the silent hall for a long time.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qingfeng stepped forward and said loudly, "What Fairy Xiaoyao said is absolutely right! My Qingfeng Sect is willing to fight alongside your sect to resist the demon race!" His powerful words were like a thunderclap, breaking the oppressive atmosphere in the hall.

A warm feeling welled up in my heart, and I looked at the gentle breeze with gratitude, my heart filled with strength.

I feel that I am no longer fighting alone, but that I have allies supporting me.

An indescribable sense of accomplishment welled up within me, as if a ray of sunshine had illuminated my previously gloomy mood.

The way people looked at me changed subtly; they no longer looked down on me with disdain and indifference, but instead showed a hint of respect and admiration.

I felt an atmosphere of glory spreading around me, like a warm spring breeze brushing against my face, bringing a comfortable sensation.

I raised my head slightly, my gaze sweeping firmly over the crowd, my heart filled with confidence.

I know I'm one step closer to success.

However, just as I was basking in this joy, I noticed a furtive figure—Mo Yun.

He hid in a corner of the crowd, his cold eyes fixed on me, a strange smile playing on his lips.

That smile was as sinister as a viper's hiss, sending a chill down my spine.

He seemed to be observing everything from the shadows, waiting for his opportunity.

His presence is like a sword hanging over my head, ready to fall at any moment and turn all my efforts into nothing.

Alarm bells rang in my mind, and a sense of unease welled up within me.

I sense that an even bigger storm is coming.

I stared intently at Mo Yun, my eyes filled with vigilance.

"Mo Yun..." I murmured his name softly, my fists clenching involuntarily.

Suddenly, he moved. He silently left the crowd and disappeared into the night.

I stood up abruptly, my heart sinking, a sense of foreboding washing over me.

"Oh no!" I shouted in a low voice and immediately gave chase...