Phoenix Destiny-Chapter 469 - 470 After the Battle

Hearing this, the crowd inside the formation was both shocked and delighted, turning to look at Ling Wuxia.

Was this Ancient Jade Summit’s backup plan?

If Lian Chi could be suppressed, then Sir Wen Hai’s side would have a much greater chance of winning.

Lian Chi exclaimed angrily, “Senior Aunt Ling, Qiu Yu left a lineage in our sect, do you intend to let it slip into others’ hands?”

The woman responded unabashedly, “Lian Chi, have you become foolish as the Sect Leader?

Qiu Yu was not a disciple under Ancient Jade Summit.

How could his legacy belong solely to Ancient Jade Summit?

If he really intended that, why did he give only an ordinary set of sword moves to Wuxia, but entrusted the crucial secret sword skills to the girl surnamed Lu?”

“It’s because Wuxia’s skills were inferior and she lost to her, failing to retrieve them!”

The woman sighed, “You’re right, but don’t forget, Qiu Yu is still alive!

We in the Assimilation Realm often feel we stand at the peak of Beiming.

It’s only because Cave Void Senior remains detached from worldly affairs and does not engage in conflicts.

No matter how much we fight here, in the end, we still have to follow the seniors’ wishes.

If you don’t listen to us, for the sake of Ancient Jade Summit, we have no choice but to abandon you as the Sect Leader.”

“You…

damn it!”

The crowd exchanged looks.

At this point, there was no doubt about who was winning or losing.

Seeing even his ally Ancient Jade Summit losing support, Supreme Elder Sun couldn’t reverse the tide and, in a fit of rage, struck out.

“Die, all of you!”

This strike contained nearly all his power, causing a massive wave to rise, ten meters high.

“Crash!” The land bridge was shattered, and many people fell into the sea.

“My snacks!” In the chaos, Yuan Rong quickly grabbed a piece of rice cake…

The Five Dragon Mystic Water Formation bore the brunt, as the sea water rushed in, the power from the Assimilation Realm crushed the makeshift stage, instantly shattering it.

People cried out in alarm, each using their ultimate moves for self-preservation.

Lu Mingshu was about to draw her sword, when suddenly her wrist was tightened—Gentleman Lianzhen had grabbed her.

He grinned, “This little thing, no need for you to bother, I’ve got this.”

With those words, something flew out from his sleeve and landed in the water, on which they firmly stood.

Lu Mingshu didn’t argue with him and looked upward.

Following this move, Supreme Elder Sun had no more strategies to employ other than to leave a message: “——Wait and see!”

A water dragon swiftly swept him away.

The great battle had ended, and what had been a pleasant birthday banquet was now a complete mess.

The land bridge was destroyed, sea beasts scattered, swimming about, and numerous guests fell into the water.

Fortunately, all of them possessed cultivation, saving them from drowning.

People went about rescuing others and cleaning up the aftermath.

By the time things had temporarily settled, daylight had already broken.

…

“Miss Lu, please.” Just coming down from the boat, a young attendant came forward to guide her.

Lu Mingshu slightly nodded and followed the young attendant inward.

This was Calming Sea House, the power center of Heavenly Sea Pavilion.

However, the one presiding here wasn’t Sect Leader Cheng Lang.

He was a disciple of Supreme Elder Sun, and this matter couldn’t be separated from him.

The internal struggles of Heavenly Sea Pavilion were something Lu Mingshu didn’t want to comment on, nor was there room for her to interject.

She might be the catalyst, but the actual negotiations were being handled by those seniors in the Assimilation Realm.

“Miss, please.” The young attendant stopped at the door and bowed, waiting to the side.

This was a restricted area of Calming Sea House, and he wasn’t qualified to enter.

Lu Mingshu nodded her thanks and stepped into the building.

The spacious hall of Calming Sea House was filled with people at the moment.

In the center sat Sir Wen Hai and other high-ranking officials of Heavenly Sea Pavilion, with Kou Wei standing beside them.

Seeing her come in, he smiled at her.

On the left sat two individuals dressed in Seven Truths Platform attire.

The former, a young man, nodded at her with a smile, while the latter, a Taoist in solemn and strict appearance, stood behind the former—Gentleman Lian Zhen.

Since he was a Star Lord, and with so many elders present, there wasn’t a seat for him here.

On the right, the first person sitting was a woman with striking features.

Upon seeing her, her eyes sharply assessed Lu Mingshu.

Seeing Ling Wuxia behind her, Lu Mingshu guessed that this woman must be the Grand Elder from Ancient Jade Summit, which means she was Senior Aunt Ling’s grandaunt.

“Lu Mingshu pays respect to all the seniors,” she said, bowing deeply to the assembly, shedding her previous wild demeanor.

Sir Wen Hai smiled and nodded, “No need for such formalities.”

Sitting below the members of Seven Truths Platform, Zhuo Jiangui softly coughed and beckoned her over, “Lu Mingshu, come here.”

“Yes,” Lu Mingshu naturally took her place behind him.

The confrontation was over, and now it was time to divide the spoils.

Sir Wen Hai spoke first, “I understand the sentiments of everyone here.

To gain something, one must give something in return.

Therefore, we old folks drafted a gift list overnight.

Would you all please take a look?”

Two gift lists were sent, one to each of the factions of Seven Truths Platform and Nine Jade Palace.

Zhuo Jiangui received the list but didn’t open it, passing it straight to Lu Mingshu.

Lu Mingshu glanced at it, frowning immediately.

Heavenly Sea Pavilion’s gift list was indeed valuable, but the items, mainly consisting of Hundred Refined Golden Spindle, were highly valuable but of little use to those above the Spirit Realm.

Before she could speak, a light sneer came from the Seven Truths Platform.

It was from the man Gentleman Lian Zhen had previously called Martial Uncle, whom Lu Mingshu only knew by the surname Shi.

Supreme Elder Shi, supporting his head with his arm, lazily said, “I say, Mr.

Hai, doesn’t this seem a bit insincere?”

Mr.

Hai smiled, “What’s not good about it?

We can discuss it slowly!”

“Heh,” Supreme Elder Shi publicly rolled his eyes and fell silent.

Possibly knowing his temperament, nobody else took offense.

Seizing the opportunity, Kou Wei spoke up, “Junior Lu, what do you think?”

Lu Mingshu lowered her gaze to think briefly, then slowly shook her head.

The elders of Heavenly Sea Pavilion didn’t take it badly; they hadn’t expected the other party to agree right away.

After all, negotiations were like doing business—asking high and settling low, haggling bit by bit over interests.

“Let’s discuss it further,” Mr.

Hai said with a slight smile, asking someone to retrieve the gift lists.

Unexpectedly, Lu Mingshu suddenly stepped forward, “Wait.”

All eyes focused on her.

She lifted her head and said, “Seniors, I have a proposal to make.

I wonder if you would be willing to consider it.”