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Three days later, in the valley behind the ruins of the San Yi Sect.
"I really don't get why the old man didn't pick the San Yi ruins themselves, but instead chose this ravine in the back.
We're supposed to stay here for six or seven days. If it rains, there isn't even a place to take shelter."
While directing the employees of Everywhere Company to set up tables, chairs, food, and drinks in the valley, Xu San complained to Zhang Chulan, who was standing beside him.
"Third Brother, you really jinxed it—look, it's actually raining!"
Zhang Chulan wiped a raindrop from his forehead and rolled his eyes helplessly.
Xu Si, standing nearby, muttered in confusion:
"But the weather forecast clearly said no rain today."
"When has the weather forecast ever been reliable?"
Zhang Chulan turned to look for an umbrella, only to notice that the quick-witted Feng Baobao had already placed a plastic stool over her head. Immediately, he imitated her, balancing another stool on his own head.
"Third Brother, the Quanxing people are here too. Do you think they'll cause trouble?"
Crouching beside Feng Baobao, Zhang Chulan peered toward the valley entrance. A large group of Quanxing members was filing in, and his expression grew wary.
This time, the ones from Quanxing weren't small fry. They included elder-level figures like Xia Liuqing and Mei Jinfeng, the artificer Wan Tao, the corpse demon Tu Junfang, one of the two heroes Ding Shian, as well as the "Four Arrogants"—Xia He, Shen Chong, Gao Ning, and Dou Mei.
Even plenty of lesser-known figures had shown up.
By now, the valley was already filled with disciples from orthodox sects and major families, many of whom bore blood-deep grudges against Quanxing members.
If either side lost its temper, things could turn ugly fast.
"Relax, no one's going to start a fight here."
Xu San waved his hand dismissively, showing no concern at all.
Quanxing may be a thousand-year-old demonic sect, but its existence has its reasons. No one truly wants it completely erased.
If they started a brawl here, it would turn into utter chaos, with who knows how many lives lost—a result neither side wanted.
That's why the leaders of the great sects and clans and the higher-ups of Quanxing always maintained an unspoken understanding. If any junior acted recklessly, their own side would rein them in first.
More importantly, everyone knew that the stars of this occasion were Li Muxuan and Lu Jin. To cause a disturbance here would not only disrespect them, but also insult Everywhere Company, which was hosting the event.
Li Muxuan, after all, was considered an elder within Quanxing. His peers included only Xia Liuqing and Mei Jinfeng; even Wan Tao was a generation younger.
As for Lu Jin—he was one of the "Ten Elders." In terms of prestige, he was second only to the Celestial Master of Dragon-Tiger Mountain, honored as the "Flawless Gentleman" throughout the world.
So there was no real worry that anyone would dare stir up trouble in this valley.
Sure enough, when the Quanxing members appeared, disciples of the other sects and families glared daggers at them, but no one voiced a single provocation.
The Quanxing group acted the same way—after greeting Li Muxuan, who sat in the center of the valley, and exchanging a few words, they quietly found seats for themselves.
"Look! What's that in the sky?"
Suddenly, everyone heard a mighty dragon's roar from above. They raised their heads, and the sight that met their eyes shocked them all into standing up.
What did they see?
Nine resplendent five-clawed golden dragons, flying across the heavens, pulling a massive chariot resembling the imperial sedan of an ancient emperor.
Nine dragons pulling a chariot, soaring through the clouds and mists toward the valley—it was as if immortals themselves had descended.
"Disperse!"
A booming voice thundered from the chariot. Waves of powerful qi shook the sky, scattering the dark clouds instantly and letting the sun's rays pour down.
In the brilliant sunlight, the sight became even clearer—the nine golden dragons weren't mere illusions. They looked as though they were forged from solid gold, yet brimming with living vitality.
The nine dragons descended into the valley, and from within the chariot emerged George, flanked by the Ten Guardians of Nassen.
George had elevated Nassen Island into a transcendent power, so naturally his manner of arrival needed to be grand enough to awe the world and ward off petty troublemakers.
That was why they didn't simply use the more convenient method of teleportation. Instead, he crafted this spectacle by conjuring nine golden dragons through transfiguration magic, augmented with mimetic illusion spells and the Awakening Charm.
The result was a dazzling, awe-inspiring chariot that descended majestically from the skies above Nassen Island.
"That's Jin Baobao! So the rumors were true—he really became the King of Nassen, and single-handedly destroyed Behemoth!"
As soon as people recognized him, voices rippled through the crowd.
The devastating blow dealt to Behemoth by Nassen Island had already shocked the world. In just three days, plenty of domestic powers had gotten wind of the intelligence.
Most had assumed it was terrifying enough that Jin Baobao toppled the royal family, his strength rivaling even the Celestial Master.
But now it seemed his power had far surpassed anyone's imagination. He had crippled Behemoth itself, transformed into a giant, and hurled more than a dozen warships into outer space—feats straight out of myth.
Many had dismissed such reports as exaggerations, thinking perhaps the informants were hallucinating or ensnared by illusions.
But seeing this spectacle now, it was hard to deny—myth was becoming reality.
Nine dragons pulling a chariot descending from the sky—if this wasn't the stuff of legends, what was?
"Who would've thought that the ceremony for leaving Quanxing would draw even Nassen Island to the scene."
The crowd only knew Jin Baobao had become the King of Nassen, expelled Behemoth, and displayed power beyond imagination. Few realized that Li Muxuan himself also hailed from Nassen Island.
That was because in that great battle, George had stolen the spotlight, leaving Li Muxuan and the Nassen Guards as little more than background figures.
Even when the company announced the news, they deliberately omitted mention of Li Muxuan's origins.
"Brother Jin, Brother Jin! You've come! Over here—we've already reserved a seat for you."
Zhang Chulan, shameless as ever, rushed forward to greet George with exaggerated friendliness, acting as though they were long-time friends. He promptly ushered George and the Nassen Guards to a prime viewing spot he had "prepared in advance."
"Much appreciated. Xiao Zhang, if one day you can't make it in the company anymore, you and Feng Baobao are welcome to join Nassen Island. I'll reserve two Guardian positions for you both."
George saw right through Zhang Chulan's ploy to borrow his authority as a shield against anyone coveting Baobao's secret of longevity. But instead of exposing him, George quietly sent him a telepathic message.
He genuinely admired Zhang Chulan's cunning mind and shameless tenacity, and valued Feng Baobao's strength even more.
If the two of them joined Nassen Island, he would be far more at ease when entering seclusion.
"Brother Jin, it's a deal then. You must keep those two spots for us."
Hearing this, Zhang Chulan's eyes immediately lit up, his expression growing even more eager.
He had always feared that one day Baobao's secret of immortality would be exposed, and when that happened, even the company might turn on them.
But with the protection of Nassen Island and Jin Baobao himself, not even the company would dare move against them.
Besides, with Nassen Island hidden high above the skies, no one could find them easily.
Most importantly, Jin Baobao already knew about Baobao's immortality and simply didn't care—because he himself had achieved eternal life.
(End of Chapter)