Longevity: From Being Pushed By The Witch

Fulong City...

A sinister aura lingers, bloodlust fills the sky.

In the massive blood formation, the woman on the throne slowly opens her eyes.

A terrifying blood light emanates from her eyes.

At the same time, a pressure far surpassing that of an ordinary Soul Formation cultivator radiates from her.

Like waves, it causes ripples in the surrounding void.

"Congratulations, Holy Maiden, on the successful ceremony!"

At this moment, congratulations resound one after another, echoing through heaven and earth.

Countless demonic cultivators, from Qi Refining to Nascent Soul stage, kneel and bow.

The momentum is so great that the entire Fulong City trembles.

"No need for formalities."

The woman raises her hand slightly and then looks at an elderly man with a sword in the front row of the demonic cultivators, saying:

"Elder Sword, has Lord Huofeng agreed to the request I made?"

The old man bows and laughs loudly:

"He has agreed!"

"From this day forward, apart from the righteous alliance of the mainland, we will only have the Ten Thousand Dao Trading Company as our obstacle!"

The woman nods and says softly:

"To make the Phoenix Pavilion submit to the Demon Temple, Elder Sword has made great contributions. On behalf of the Lord, I thank Elder Sword!"

"Holy Maiden, you're too kind. For the unification of the mainland, I am willing to give my all and die without regrets!"

The woman smiles slightly, her enchanting eyes flickering with a hint of brilliance. She looks at the countless demonic cultivators in front of her and slightly opens her vermilion lips.

Her clear and ethereal voice resonates in the heavens and earth...

"Now that the ceremony is complete, the Eastern Cyan Xuan Continent is under the jurisdiction of the Demon Temple!"

"Starting today, accelerate the progress of capturing the main cities of the Eastern Cyan Xuan Continent. As for the righteous sects within, those who are willing to surrender shall surrender, and those who refuse to submit shall be killed!"

"We will obey the orders of the Holy Maiden!"

---

Central Holy Divine Continent.

Fengming Pavilion headquarters...

"The master has closed up. He won't see anyone until he comes out. Yun, please leave!"

In the main hall, a young man in luxurious clothing speaks indifferently. On his eerie and stern face, there is a hint of a sinister smile.

Facing him, a beautiful woman furrows her eyebrows and says in a deep voice:

"The master has closed up, and I didn't know?!"

"Hehe..."

The young man chuckles lightly and leisurely says:

"The master has closed up. Do I need to report to you, Yunxiu Poetry?"

The woman's face turns slightly cold, and it seems that there is a surge of spiritual power within her sleeves.

She glances deeply at the young man in luxurious clothing, snorts coldly, and walks towards the exit of the hall.

Seeing this scene, the young man's smile becomes even more pronounced.

However, just as the woman is about to walk out of the door, he suddenly claps his folding fan and lightly says:

"I forgot to mention."

"Starting next month, I will be in charge of all the branches within the Eastern Cyan Xuan Continent."

As soon as his words fall, Yunxiu Poetry, who is already at the door, suddenly freezes.

Then, she sees the young man continue:

"We don't have much time. It would be best for Yun to quickly come and hand over the matters to me. If there is any delay..."

Boom!

Before the young man finishes speaking, a violent gust of wind suddenly rises in the main hall.

The pressure of a peak Gold Core cultivator crashes down like a tsunami, directly forcing the young man to kneel on the ground, unable to move.

Yunxiu Poetry slowly turns around, and on her icy face, the once charming and alluring eyes are now filled with killing intent.

She speaks slowly, her cold voice echoing in the main hall...

"How I conduct myself, Sun Qingchen, is none of your business!"

"If it weren't for your usefulness to the Fengming Pavilion, I could kill you right now!"

"Remember!"

"Sun Qingchen, you are nothing but a spineless dog who sells their soul. Whenever you see people, you obediently wag your tail and beg for mercy!"

"If you dare to bark recklessly, be careful that someone doesn't break your dog legs!"

After saying that, Yun Xiushi turned around and walked towards the gate.

The young man clenched his teeth, his crimson eyes fixed on her figure, until...

Her figure completely disappeared from his sight, and he struggled to get up.

"Yun... Xi... Shi!"

A voice that sounded like a beast's growl came from Sun Qingchen's throat.

He hunched his body, his twisted face revealing a ferocious expression.

"You better not fall into my hands! Otherwise... I will make you wish you were dead!"

Sun Qingchen roared, and in an instant, a surge of aura, belonging to someone in the Gold Core realm, poured out. The raging spiritual power made his hair disheveled, and he seemed to be driven mad...

---

At this moment, in a elegant room on the top floor of the Fengming Pavilion in the Canglong Immortal City.

A heavily made-up female cultivator lightly stirred the spiritual tea in her hand and said leisurely,

"So, Young Master Ji has come here to redeem Li Yueyao?"

"That's right."

Ji Boying nodded slightly.

Then he saw the female cultivator put down the teacup in her hand and chuckled,

"Li Yueyao is the top performer in our Fengming Pavilion. Even in the entire Dongcang Xuanzhou, she is a highly sought-after figure."

"I naturally know this. Just name your price in spirit stones."

Before coming here, Ji Boying had already prepared himself mentally. Li Yueyao, as a courtesan and one of the most famous dancers in Dongcang Xuanzhou, would naturally not come cheap.

"You misunderstand, Young Master Ji."

At this moment, the female cultivator chuckled.

"What I mean is that the Fengming Pavilion will not redeem Li Yueyao."

As she spoke, she took out a bag of spirit stones and a bottle of elixir from her storage ring.

"These are five hundred high-grade spirit stones and a bottle of Profound Origin Pill."

"If Young Master Ji can bring Li Yueyao back, the Fengming Pavilion would be extremely grateful and would like to express our gratitude. I hope you won't refuse."

"Also, when will Young Master have the time to bring Li Yueyao back?"

Ji Boying looked at the spirit stones and elixir on the table, his expression gradually turning cold.

He glanced at the female cultivator and said indifferently,

"The spirit stones and elixir are unnecessary."

"When Yun Mama returns, I will bring Li Yueyao back to the pavilion."

After saying that, Ji Boying got up and walked towards the door.

"Young Master Ji."

However, just as he was about to leave, the female cultivator behind him spoke again.

"If nothing unexpected happens, Yun Steward will not be returning. It would be better for Young Master Ji to bring Miss Yueyao back as soon as possible, to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings and damage to the relationship."

Ji Boying paused for a moment after hesitating, then walked towards the door again.

---

On the way back to his residence, Ji Boying couldn't help but ponder with a furrowed brow.

When he revealed his identity to the maid and asked her to inform the others, he had sensed that something was amiss.

According to reason, the Fengming Pavilion owed a favor to the Wandao Trading Company. Even if he was just an ordinary guest, their attitude shouldn't have been so cold.

Especially the words the female cultivator said afterwards, not only did they not consider their past relationship, but there was even a hint of threat!

Could it be...

There was a problem between the Fengming Pavilion and the Wandao Trading Company?

Or could this matter...

Be related to the demonic cultivators?!

"Forget it!"

Ji Boying took a deep breath and muttered to himself in a low voice,

"No matter what happened, I will send Li Yueyao back in a while."

"Worst case scenario, I'll go to the Fengming Pavilion to practice my sword skills!"