Zhao Lang was very likely cultivating the Demon Sect Technique for quick success.

“As long as I can break through early, what’s wrong with cultivating one or two Demonic Dao techniques? Submit to me obediently!”

Zhao Lang opened his right hand, a snow-white large blade appeared in his hand, and with both hands together, he slashed out brilliant blade radiance, illuminating the heavens and the earth!

The pressure from the blade radiance caused the ground to crack, and the fierce wind made the disciples of Misty Rain Pavilion’s cheeks ache.

“Supreme Forgetting Love!”

Su Qian gestured, and the Immortal Sword flew out from the Sword Scabbard, its sharp sword’s light countering fiercely.

The Immortal Sword emerged, freezing cold, as Sword Qi collided with blade radiance, chaotic air blades splattered everywhere, slicing entire peaks and causing many disciples from Snow Wolf Gang and Misty Rain Pavilion to be caught in the aftermath, dying tragically.

“Hahaha, your cultivation level is inferior to mine, yet you wish to fight me head-on; you’re truly ignorant!”

“Eighteen Styles of Greedy Wolf!”

Zhao Lang consecutively slashed eighteen times, each strike more ferocious, each strike more domineering!

“Pfft.”

Su Qian gradually couldn’t withstand it, got pierced by Zhao Lang’s blade technique, was wounded as she spat out blood.

“Form a formation; kill this thief!”

Other elders of Misty Rain Pavilion knew they shared both glory and loss; if defeated by Snow Wolf Gang, they couldn’t escape Zhao Lang’s grasp, so they joined forces to form the Big Dipper Seven Stars Formation, trapping Zhao Lang inside.

“This time, this gang leader came prepared. Everyone, break the formation! Ow~~~”

Zhao Lang howled at the sky, as Snow Wolf Gang members formed the Greedy Wolf Slaughter Formation, surrounding the Big Dipper Seven Stars Formation from outside.

Zhao Lang then wielded his large blade, breaking the formation from inside, with coordination from both sides.

The Big Dipper Seven Stars Formation couldn’t withstand such terrifying attacks, Zhao Lang beheaded two Misty Rain Pavilion elders, leaving the formation in tatters.

“Pity those two beauties.”

Zhao Lang used Demonic Cultivation Skills to devour the blood essence of two Misty Rain Pavilion elders, strengthening his aura, advancing further towards the Immortal Emperor Realm.

Su Qian and the remaining survivors among Misty Rain Pavilion elders gasped for air nearly choking.

After cultivating Demonic Cultivation Skills, Zhao Lang became invincible.

Amidst the massacre, Zhao Lang’s cultivation level would only grow higher; Su Qian was no longer his match.

“The gang leader’s divine skill is unmatched. Once Misty Rain Pavilion is conquered, please support us little ones; we desire to cultivate divine skills too.”

The elders and disciples of Snow Wolf Gang saw the gang leader’s valor with fiery eyes.

Now that the gang leader had learned Demonic Cultivation Skills, advancing in cultivation level rapidly, they too wished to follow suit, striving to become Daluo Golden Immortal or even Immortal Emperor sooner.

Daluo Golden Immortal had a lifespan of a million years; Immortal Emperor had ten million. Compared to exhausting one’s lifespan without breakthrough, it was better to cultivate Demonic Arts and be reborn in desperation.

“Hahaha, no problem, henceforth our Snow Wolf Gang shall cultivate Demonic Cultivation Skills, and when our Divine Skill achieves Great Accomplishment, we shall conquer all the sects here, even replace Cloud Mountain Holy Land, becoming the dominant force in the Immortal Realm!”

Zhao Lang, in high spirits, found Misty Rain Pavilion within reach.

“Hmph, such big words, wanting to replace our Cloud Mountain Holy Land?”

Suddenly, dozens of shadows appeared above Misty Rain Pavilion, Zhao Lang felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured on him, his face turned pale.

The Daoist Robes on these shadows showed they were from Cloud Mountain Holy Land!

Speaking of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives!

The once-aggressive members of Snow Wolf Gang suddenly withered, not daring to act rashly.

Zhao Lang quickly forced a smile: “Oh, it’s the esteemed ones from Cloud Mountain Holy Land. Earlier I misspoke; please forgive me. From now on, our Snow Wolf Gang is willing to double our tribute, seeking your mercy.”

The Hall Master of Cloud Mountain Holy Land regarded Zhao Lang, a mere nobody, with disdain. If they weren’t searching for someone, they wouldn’t bother with such small sect disputes.

There are countless lives in the Immortal Realm; even if small sects perish, a new batch would soon emerge, hard to manage.

As long as these small sects paid tribute to Cloud Mountain Holy Land, they were left to fend for themselves.

But this time, these elders from Cloud Mountain Holy Land came searching for someone.

The Hall Master of Tianqiong Mountain division looked at Su Qian: “Is your real name Su Qian’er?”

Su Qian’s delicate body trembled, her eyes showed turmoil.

Ever since she transcended tribulation and ascended to the Immortal Realm, she discreetly altered her name out of caution but didn’t fully change it, fearing Taiyuan True Man wouldn’t find her.

After millions of years, someone unexpectedly mentioned her real name.

But she couldn’t discern friend from foe, so dared not admit her identity casually.

Seeing Su Qian hesitate, the Hall Master sensed potential: “Did you ascend from the three thousand small worlds? Know of Lu Qinglian? She requested our Sect Leader to search for your whereabouts.”

“Lu Qinglian?”

Su Qian’er cried out in shock.

Wasn’t she the disciple of Taiyuan True Man’s disciple?

This troublemaking little rascal, she remembered vividly.

Since they could mention Lu Qinglian, Su Qian’er stopped hiding her identity: “Indeed, I am Su Qian’er, Pavilion Master of Inquiry Immortal Pavilion in the three thousand small worlds.”

“Hall Master, we’re aligned.”

The elders from Tianqiong Mountain division were ecstatic.

Locating Su Qian’er would earn their division five Nineteenth Grade Immortal Pills!

Although the lion’s share surely belonged to the Hall Master, they’d still get some spoils.

The Hall Master filled with excitement, considering the prize could potentially win favor from Sect Leader Qi Yun True Man, even summon him back to cultivate in Yunshan.

Snow Wolf Gang’s leader Zhao Lang saw Su Qian’er associating with Cloud Mountain Holy Land’s members, realizing the dire situation, he prepared to flee.

Su Qian’er abruptly pointed at Zhao Lang: “This person cultivates Demonic Cultivation Skills and oppresses surrounding sects; please envoy, eliminate Snow Wolf Gang.”

“Wretched woman!”

Zhao Lang cursed, disregarding much, immediately merging with his Magical Treasure, transformed into a shadow, fled towards the distance.

He didn’t care about the Snow Wolf Gang he founded personally.

Life was more critical.

“This man has offended our Cloud Mountain Holy Land, he won’t escape death.”

The Hall Master was a Divine King Realm elder dispatched by Cloud Mountain Holy Land to oversee the division, he took out a gourd, which generated a tremendous suction force, devouring the spacetime ahead.

Zhao Lang, who couldn’t escape far, realized in terror he couldn’t escape, even retreated backward.

“No!”

Zhao Lang was sucked into the gourd.

Not only Zhao Lang, but Snow Wolf Gang members were also entirely absorbed into the gourd.

With amazed expressions from Misty Rain Pavilion’s members, Cloud Mountain Holy Land’s elder calmly said, blocking the gourd with a wooden stopper: “This is my Magical Treasure, a Seventh Grade Dao Artifact. They’ve been drawn within, and within a day, they shall be reduced to a pool of blood.”

“Hiss…”

Misty Rain Pavilion’s members gasped in amazement, not expecting to witness a Seventh Grade Dao Artifact level Magical Treasure one day.

Such level Magical Treasures were legendarily precious in their eyes.

Let alone Dao Artifact, they hadn’t even seen an Emperor Soldier.

Su Qian’er put away her longsword and expressed her gratitude to Cloud Mountain Holy Land’s elder: “Thank you, envoy, for avenging Misty Rain Pavilion; we have no way to repay.”

“Haha, don’t say that. If something were to happen to you, I’d be difficult to absolve. You needn’t call me envoy, I am Li Tiangang, Hall Master of Tianqiong Mountain division, just call me Elder Li.”

Contrary to Misty Rain Pavilion’s members’ expectations, Cloud Mountain Holy Land’s elder was rather courteous to the far weaker Su Qian’er, treating her with respect.

“Yes, Elder Li. Where is Lu Qinglian?”

Su Qian’er eagerly wanted to meet an old acquaintance and since Lu Qinglian turned to Cloud Mountain Holy Land for help locating her, maybe Lu Qinglian also knew Taiyuan True Man’s whereabouts.

“She’s a guest at our Cloud Mountain Holy Land now. Please follow me to Cloud Mountain Holy Land.”

Elder Li was impatient for his reward and a chance to return to Cloud Mountain Holy Land.

Though he held significant power overseeing the division, Tianqiong Mountain’s nature’s spiritual energy didn’t compare to Cloud Mountain Holy Land, overseeing a place meant losing out.

Su Qian’er momentarily suffocated.

She surely knew what an exalted existence Cloud Mountain Holy Land was, never expecting to enter it one day.

What was the current status of Taiyuan True Man’s disciple’s disciple, being able to guest at Cloud Mountain Holy Land and ask them for help?

Su Qian’er looked at Misty Rain Pavilion’s members: “I shall go to Cloud Mountain Holy Land; will you follow me or stay here?”

Misty Rain Pavilion’s members realized they might have found a significant connection, unanimously said: “We are willing to follow Pavilion Master!”