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Moonlight, Gentle Breeze, and fine wine created a leisurely atmosphere as Zuo Dao sipped his drink. Meanwhile, Second Ancestor sat nearby in meditation, not allowing himself a moment of relaxation. Only Feng Yikong moved like a frog in warm water, occasionally shifting his body and glancing around.
"Calm down, we're just waiting for a few people to arrive. There's no need to be like this," Zuo Dao reassured him.
"I! Young Master, please don't toy with me. Those few…"
"I know, I'll go easy on them. Don't worry, come have a drink. This wine is good; it would be perfect if we had a few beautiful women singing too." Feng Yikong was instantly petrified; the leap in conversation was too much for him.
"You don't need to go easy on them because we won't be holding back." The voice came from a distance.
As the voice reached them, Second Ancestor stood up and moved behind Zuo Dao.
"Fengzi, you have disappointed us greatly. How is Evil Brother doing now?" The speaker drew closer.
Zuo Dao and Feng Yikong knew from their connection with the Wudao Order that the five had arrived nearby. Zuo Dao's comment was deliberately made for them to hear.
White-Haired Sorrow approached riding flames, while Shallow Into Night unfurled a pair of Dual Swords behind him. Jun Bufeng and Do Not Delay followed closely on a shared magical artifact, trailing behind Qu Ru Ge.
"Five Sons have gathered; it seems your bond runs deep!" Zuo Dao appeared unfazed by their murderous intent, remaining calm and collected under the moonlight.
"Lord?" Qu Ru Ge scrutinized the overly youthful Cultivator before him but focused his attention on Second Ancestor. The aura emanating from the two standing behind Zuo Dao made him feel as if he were surrounded by needles, every part of him aching subtly.
This combination inevitably reminded him of the current tumultuous figures stirring chaos throughout Moling Star.
"Zuo Dao?"
The contrasting titles sent shockwaves through the other four.
Killer God, the foremost under Nascent Soul, the First Seat of Qingxiu, the most promising candidate for immortality—these titles flashed through their minds, now adding one more: Lord of the Wudao Order.
The five looked at the young Cultivator enjoying wine and moonlight with complex expressions.
"Stop lingering up there; it's windy and chilly up here. Come down and sit, have some wine, and chat," Zuo Dao said with an innocent expression that nearly drove the Five Sons to madness.
What does “It's Windy and Chilly Up There” mean? And what about “Drink and Chat”? Damn it, if it weren't for the overwhelming presence of those two behind you, we would have already rushed over to find you and lost our bearings.
“How is Innocent?” Qu Ru Ge descended and approached Zuo Dao but did not sit down. By status, he was a headless member of the Seven Disciples, while Zuo Dao was the Lord; they did not have the qualification to sit together.
“Brother Qu, Evil Brother is fine,” Feng Yikong chimed in, but just as he was about to say more, he was interrupted by Qu Ru Ge's cold voice.
“I am not your brother, nor can I be your brother. Besides, I am not asking you.”
“He indeed cannot be your brother.” Zuo Dao considered himself protective of his own. Since Fengzi had followed him, he was one of his people. Although the five from Qu Ru Ge were also his people, they were not cohesive; Zuo Dao would rather do without them.
“Also, what right do you have to question me?” His expression, which had initially been as gentle as the moonlight, instantly turned stormy. “The face is given by others; don’t overstep your bounds.”
These five could either be accepted or disregarded. If it weren't for considering Fengzi's feelings, he would have long since beaten them up.
“You.” Qu Ru Ge's sword-like brows furrowed.
“Go to Mud Horse.” Before Qu Ru Ge could make any move, Do Not Delay couldn't hold back any longer. He raised his hand, and a towering mountain peak surged toward Zuo Dao, intending to suppress him on the spot.
At the same time, Qu Ru Ge and the others tactfully retreated during Do Not Delay's attack. This was pride—the pride belonging to the Seven Disciples. Even if they could not defeat the Lord, they would not band together to gang up on him; that was also a rule.
The mountain peak was formed from the treasure Zhenyue through Transformation. It smashed down with such force that the air beneath it seemed to shatter. The ground within several feet began to sink. To ensure a successful strike, Do Not Delay compressed all his attacking power from a hundred feet down to just a few feet, which also placed immense pressure on himself.
“You want to suppress me!” Zuo Dao smiled lightly as the flower in his hand slowly floated up and gently landed atop the mountain peak.
“You are Do Not Delay; your Zhenyue is quite good. Unfortunately, you forgot one crucial point: a mountain only appears majestic and solid when rooted in the earth. Now let me teach you how Zhenyue truly works.” With that said, Zuo Dao made no further movements; he merely watched as Zhenyue paused in mid-air before vanishing from sight.
Do Not Delay was shocked. He realized that his painstakingly refined treasure Zhenyue had lost its connection with him but sensed that it had not been taken by his opponent—this was something unprecedented.
At the same time, he felt a surging power rising beneath his feet. Instinctively wanting to evade it, he found himself weighed down like a mountain with air thick as syrup; he was trapped within a confined space. As darkness enveloped him, when he regained his senses, he found himself trapped between two mountain peaks—familiar aura and similar formations; if it wasn't his own Zhenyue, what else could it be?
Do Not Delay had never imagined that he would be suppressed within his own treasure. What kind of means could accomplish such a feat?
"This is called Five Mountains Suppression. Do you want to learn it?" Just as I was feeling dazed, a voice reached my ears, and I instinctively nodded.
"I want to learn."
The expressions of the crowd outside were equally fascinating. They had just seen Do Not Delay unleash "Zhenyue" against Zuo Dao, only for "Zhenyue" to suddenly vanish without a trace. When it reappeared, it had trapped Do Not Delay within itself.
Qu Ru Ge looked at Zuo Dao with a changed expression; this could not possibly be the work of Second Ancestor. There was only one possibility left: Zuo Dao had somehow countered the opponent's move. Even with my experience, I couldn't discern how Zuo Dao achieved this. Truly worthy of being the chosen lord.
The powerful Celestial Soul allowed Zuo Dao to control any artifact that had been refined or blood-imbued by anyone, including those at the Nascent Soul stage. For now, there were no suitable targets above Nascent Soul to experiment on.
Long before Feng Yikong and his Seven Disciples were informed about the situation, Zuo Dao had secretly prepared corresponding Cultivation Methods for them; this was merely a test of his skills.
Having released the binding on Do Not Delay, he regained control over "Zhenyue".
"Now everyone can sit down and enjoy some Drink and Chat, right?" Without waiting for a response, he took out new drinking vessels from his Storage Ring and filled them one by one.
"Sit."
The five members of Qu Ru Ge exchanged glances and took their seats in turn.
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