Immortal of the Nine Realms

Chapter 748: Guests Following the Host's Lead

Upon hearing the voice, countless worshippers turned their heads to look. They saw that not far in front of the temple, a thousand figures dressed in various styles of Daoist robes had appeared out of nowhere.

Although the colors and styles of the robes differed somewhat, they all had one thing in common: a purple sun symbol embroidered on their chests.

At the forefront was a Daoist who appeared to be in his fifties. The sun emblem on his chest was the most complete and round, radiating an intimidating aura. He was Zhou Bufan, the Supreme Ancestor of the Purple Sun Dao Sect.

Behind him stood three other Supreme Elders of the Purple Sun Dao Sect, all of whom were at the Nascent Soul Realm. Following them were the sect leader and numerous high-ranking members, all at the Golden Core Realm, totaling over a dozen.

The remaining crowd of over a thousand included a small number of Foundation Building Realm cultivators, while the majority were Qi Refining Realm cultivators.

Seeing Zhou Bufan's arrival, the beggar Daoist trembled. He slowly lifted his head to gaze at Zhou Bufan, his expression numb.

"Ancestor, isn't that Daoist Duan?" a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator remarked in surprise, looking at the beggar Daoist. "He hasn't left and even set up a tea table to leisurely enjoy tea."

Zhou Bufan smiled and said, "Perhaps he wishes to stay and witness the grandeur of our questioning today. After all, such opportunities are rare, and without the Nine Yang Dao Sect's approval, it would be quite difficult to act against the Grand Thousand Dao Sect."

After saying that, Zhou Bufan led the high-ranking members toward the Beggar Daoist. The Foundation Building and Qi Refining Realm cultivators quickly dispersed, surrounding the entire mountain, making it nearly impossible for even a fly to escape.

A Nascent Soul cultivator chuckled. "Daoist Duan, why are you still sitting when our sect's ancestor is here? Aren't you going to greet him?"

The beggar Daoist stared at the Nascent Soul Realm cultivator for a long moment before forcing a smile. "Wu Weizi, did I kill your father in my past life or your mother in this one? Why are you doing this to me?"

Wu Weizi was taken aback for a moment before erupting in anger. "You! What do you mean by that?!"

Zhou Bufan's brow furrowed. He raised his hand, signaling for Wu Weizi to calm down, and said, "Wait a moment."

He gave the beggar Daoist another look and quickly realized that he wasn't sitting at the table, but rather kneeling before it! What's more, the tea in front of him looked rather peculiar, with a dark yellow color and emitting a strange odor.

This odd smell seemed vaguely familiar to Zhou Bufan, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it; it felt like something he had encountered a long time ago.

The beggar Daoist laughed eerily. "What do I mean by this? Hehehehehe.... It doesn't matter. Before long, you'll all be kneeling here drinking tea. Hahahaha. You probably don't recognize this tea, do you? After living for several hundred years and fasting for so long, you've all forgotten about these mundane things."

Wu Weizi and the other two Nascent Soul Realm cultivators exchanged puzzled looks, and the high-ranking members looked utterly confused, not knowing what the hell was going on.

At that moment, a Daoist who appeared to have no cultivation at all and looked like an ordinary mortal held a broom and glared at the beggar Daoist. "What's going on with you?! Lord Black said to drink your fill! Why are you chatting?!"

Without saying a word, the beggar Daoist lifted the teacup in front of him and drank its contents in one go. After that, he poured himself another cup.

Throughout the entire process, he remained silent, only occasionally glancing at Wu Weizi, his eyes revealing a deep-seated resentment.

After that, he fixed his gaze on the white paper figure.

The white paper figure approached Fang Chen and conveyed, "Lord, these are all of them. There isn't anyone waiting outside."

At that moment, Zhou Bufan and the others finally noticed Fang Chen among the crowd.

Then, another figure appeared—a black paper figure.

"Lord, those at the Foundation Building and Qi Refining Realm have all been dealt with. They won't wake for a day."

What!?

Zhou Bufan and the others turned in unison to see the Purple Sun Dao Sect cultivators they had brought with them lying motionless on the ground, their faces pale and enveloped in a heavy aura of dark energy.

They silently subdued over a thousand Foundation Building and Qi Refining cultivators!?

The high-ranking members of the Purple Yang Dao Sect exchanged horrified looks.

Fang Chen nodded. "Well then, please invite these guests to sit and enjoy some tea."

The black and white paper figures simultaneously turned to Zhou Bufan before vanishing and appearing right in front of him.

"Dear guests, the lord invites you to sit for a drink of tea," said the white paper figure.

It gently waved its sleeve and one tea table after another appeared in front of the guests, next to the beggar Daoist's table.

"That—"

Zhou Bufan opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by the black paper figure.

The black paper figure smiled and said, "Let's discuss everything after you've had your fill of tea. Surely, as guests you understand the rule of following the host's lead?"

Even a deaf man would've been able to hear the threat hidden in the black paper figure's words.

Wu Weizi and the others stared intently at the black and white paper figures, waiting for Zhou Bufan's instruction.

Despite the strange appearance of the two figures, they had confidence in their ancestor, a mid-stage Enlightenment Realm cultivator. They weren't necessarily afraid of a confrontation!