Immortal of the Nine Realms

Along with the emergence of the clouds and mist, another immense, combined spiritual pressure swept across Zanglong City.

However, halfway through its advance, this spiritual pressure was entirely neutralized one by one by Fang Qianxue and several other Limit Breaking experts of the Fang clan.

The crowd understood clearly.

That was a show of strength. The other party didn't actually intend to achieve anything significant with the spiritual pressure. They were merely making their attitude known.

Fang Chen cast a glance at Wang Chongsong. "Old Wang, what's the background of these two clans?"

"These two... Strange, why did they come to join the fun as well?" Wang Chongsong said with a strange expression. "They are merely Half Saint clans."

"Half Saint Clans?"

Wang Chongsong explained, "Yes, but among all the Half Saint clans, their seniority is second only to my Wang Family. They have also had ancestors who attained sainthood."

Just then, a voice laced with mockery drifted down from the two newly arrived clouds. "Wang Zhenlong, as the oldest and most senior Half Saint Clan, why is your Wang Family scrambling to flatter a junior clan like the Fangs? If you count back ten thousand years, what even was this Fang Clan? They weren't even as good as tiny bugs, yet you actually feel no shame."

The crowd was startled. They hadn't expected someone to berate the Wang Family instead of the Fang Clan.

Wang Zhenlong sneered. "I wondered whose mouth was so foul. Turns out it's Old Ghost Xu."

The crowd watched as a figure slowly walked out from the clouds and mist. It was an elder who looked extremely decrepit. His face was covered in loose, sagging wrinkles, and the hair on his head was incredibly sparse, with barely a few strands remaining. Even his gaze appeared completely murky. Yet, no one dared to underestimate him. This individual was a renowned expert of the Three Limit Breaking Steps in the Nether Ruins!

Because his methods were ruthless and cruel even toward fellow humans, the Limit Breaking experts of the Nether Ruins would either address him as Senior Xu or Old Ghost Xu. As for his true name, very few people actually knew it.

Old Ghost Xu narrowed his eyes, staring lifelessly at Wang Zhenlong. He suddenly laughed in a low voice and said, "The Wang Family is nothing more than this after all, having declined to such an extent. I reckon no one among you will ever become a Saint in the future. If not for this, how could you possibly serve as running dogs for a junior clan?"

At that moment, many divinity experts of the Wang family were present in Zanglong City, and they flew into a furious rage upon hearing these words.

Wang Zhenlong, however, was not angry at all, merely stating indifferently, "Sowing discord is useless. Are you here today to observe the ceremony, or to pick a fight? Are you not afraid of a post-event reckoning? I see your Xu family has been gasping for survival for so many years, and Half Saint Xu has no chance of attaining sainthood. Why not learn a thing or two from my family instead?"

Old Ghost Xu gave a strange laugh. "There is absolutely no need to learn from your family. Today, I am here to observe the ceremony and see exactly how Half Saint Fang intends to become a Saint."

From the other cloud, a middle-aged man dressed in a Daoist robe slowly walked out. "He speaks the absolute truth. We are just here today to observe the ceremony, no different from Daoist Yun Qi. You all don't need to mind us either."

"It's one thing for the Xu family to be indiscreet, but why is Brother Shentu being indiscreet as well? Your Shentu family has never had any entanglements with the Fang Clan, so what is the purpose of your visit today?"

The speaker was a Limit Breaking cultivator from the Shi family who seemingly shared some history with Shentu.

"What do you mean by discreet or indiscreet? It is nothing more than seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster," the counterparty chuckled lightly and said no more.

Seeing that, Fang Qianxue said indifferently, "There is no need for everyone to worry. If they want to watch, just let them watch."

The crowd nodded one after another in agreement.

Over the next hour or so, more than a hundred clouds and mists surfaced one after another. Standing upon these clouds were people from various Half Saint clans.

Aside from them, there were also a few Half Saint clans who mounted the Chaoxian Tower, clearly demonstrating their stance of siding with the Fang clan. However, from beginning to end, apart from the Wandao Alliance and the Jinyang Alliance, the remaining seven great alliances had yet to show their faces.

That caused the hearts of many people to beat like drums. If those Saint Alliances did not appear, they would be unable to accurately gauge their attitudes.

Fang Chen quietly observed the situation in the void.

It seems these Half Saint clans all hold a very terrible attitude toward the Fang Clan, and their arrival today is laced with malice.

With Zanglong City at the center, tens of thousands of figures stood upon the multi-layered clouds and mists that stretched across all directions. It looked exactly like an army of heavenly soldiers and generals, seemingly surrounding Zanglong City completely.

"If a true battle breaks out, it is impossible for each house to field only a few hundred people. That number would have to be scaled up at least tenfold, meaning... hundreds of thousands of divine ability users experts, with thousands of Limit Breaking alone. If the Half Saints behind them step forward, or even the Saint behind the Jinyang Alliance makes an appearance... What does the Fang family have to defend themselves? Can the Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower in the hands of a Half Saint truly counter such a predicament?"

As his thoughts reached this point, Fang Chen suddenly felt the surrounding air turn somewhat icy. A chilly wind swept across his skin, causing his hairs to stand on end!

Someone raised their head toward the void, their expression solemn. "It's snowing."

In the void, flakes of snow were indeed drifting down.

Along with the appearance of those snowflakes, the temperature became biting and piercingly cold. In what seemed like a mere instant, the land outside Zanglong City was blanketed in white snow. The current chill was something that even divinity experts of the three Foundation Realms found difficult to endure.

Wang Chongsong said with a bitter smile as he surged his immortal essence to protect himself from the cold, "The Luoxue Alliance has arrived, and it's at least a Half Saint who has come! It looks like the Luoxue Alliance truly harbors a bone-deep hatred for your Fang Clan..."

Before Half Saint Fang made his appearance, the various factions had only sent Limit Breaking experts, with the strongest being at the third step of Limit Breaking. But now, it was highly probable that the Luoxue Alliance had sent a Half Saint, which represented their resolute stance.

And sure enough, in the void not far from the Jinyang Alliance, an even whiter cloud of mist slowly emerged, with hundreds to thousands of figures standing upon it. They were all dressed uniformly in white dharma robes, flanking and protecting a woman with skin as white as snow at the center.

"Which Half Saint of the Luoxue Alliance is this?!"

The Limit Breaking experts of the various factions inside the Chaoxian Tower looked at one another.

Third Step Limit Breaking Realm expert sent by the Wandao Alliance said with a solemn expression, "She should be the adoptive daughter of Saint Luoxue, Half Saint Zangxue."

"Half Saint Zangxue?!"

A look of surprise appeared in everyone's eyes, and they subconsciously looked toward Fang Qianxue. That was because the background and origin of Half Saint Zangxue were somewhat unique. Her surname was not Luo, but Fang.

"Sister, it has been a long time since we last met," said Half Saint Zangxue indifferently, slowly raising her snow-white, jade-like hand to catch a few snowflakes from the air.

Fang Qianxue's face turned ashen, and she asked coldly, "What are you doing here?!"

"Oh? Half Saint Fang is about to become a Saint, so anyone can come. Why can't I?" Half Saint Zangxue smiled. "I too want to see whether this eldest uncle of ours can truly become a Saint today."

Quite a few younger disciples of the Fang clan were unaware of the hidden history. When they heard the strange dialogue between Half Saint Zangxue and Fang Qianxue, they all revealed shocked expressions.

Fang Chen was equally stunned. "Those two are biological sisters?"

Never in his wildest dreams did he expect that a member of the Fang clan would exist within the Luoxue Alliance, and that she had already advanced to the Half Saint realm. The grievance between the Luoxue Alliance and the Fang Clan was very likely not just a simple matter involving the Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower!

Wang Chongsong was surprised too, asking, "Old Fang, even with your status, you didn't know about this hidden history?"