Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Whose religion is this? Only a few of the Immortal Kings present had guessed Yan Haoran's origin, and most of them knew nothing about it.

Even Immortal Kings may not be able to easily meet such an existence as the Ancestor. Some Immortal Kings have only seen the Ancestor a handful of times in their lives.

Yan Haoran glanced at Wang Chongsong inadvertently, then glanced at Wang Zhenlong, smiled, and said:

"Yan Haoran from Wandaolou came here uninvited today. Please don't take it offence, fellow Taoists."

"How can I be surprised? The ancestor is here in person, and I can't even wait to welcome him."

Everyone said quickly.

Yan Haoran took Ouyang Xuanzhen and the others to their seats. Wang Zhenlong also understood the origin of Yan Haoran after hearing the three words Wandaolou. Although there was a smile on his face, deep in his eyes, there was a hint of deepness. Deep fear.

"Wandao Tower!?"

"Who is this force and why have I never heard of it?"

Many immortal kings looked at each other, not knowing what kind of existence Wandao Tower was. Could it be that there is such a secret sect with a patriarch sitting here, but they know nothing about it?

"Yan Haoran and Ouyang Xuanzhen came together. It seems that these three have also made their own decisions."

Fang Chen watched quietly in the crowd.

Wandaolou was from a Taoist sect, so it was reasonable for Yan Haoran to immediately seek out the Three Great Daomen when he came here.

Based on his understanding of the Three Great Sects, even if Yan Haoran did not use the name of the Lingshen Sect, just with the strength of Wandao Tower, he could make these three people stand by and watch what was going to happen next, or even participate in it.

Apart from these three, I am afraid that not all of the Immortal Kings present today may be clean.

The banquet, which was originally full of laughter and laughter, suddenly became serious after Yan Haoran, a loose immortal, entered the scene. No one dared to speak loudly. Most of them drank with their heads lowered. Only when Yan Haoran spoke, they would chime in with a few words. Have a laugh.

Ouyang Xuanzhen's face was glowing. While pouring wine for Yan Haoran, he was chatting and laughing with everyone. From time to time, he brought the topic to the Xuxian Sword Sect and told some embarrassing things about Wang Zhenlong before he was promoted to the Immortal King.

The faces of the sword cultivators of the Xuxian Sword Sect became increasingly gloomy. If the sect ancestor had not been present, how could Ouyang Xuanzhen dare to come here and mock their Prince Wang?

"By the way, Xuanzhen, I heard you say before that there is a swordsman in this sword sect who not only practices swordsmanship, but is also proficient in Taoism. Is he a successor of the Taoist sect?"

Yan Haoran suddenly stopped raising his glass of wine, glanced at Ouyang Xuanzhen, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"There is such a junior, let me look for it."

Ouyang Xuanzhen glanced around and quickly found Fang Chen's whereabouts among the crowd. He pointed at Fang Chen and smiled at Yan Haoran:

"Senior Yan, this is him. His Taoist inheritance is extraordinary. He is one of the three thousand Taoist sects that has been revered in ancient times and is known as the birthplace of Taoist sects in the world."

Ouyang Xuanzhen laughed in a low voice and glanced wildly at the people around him:

"Even Senior Yan's Wandao Tower dare not say that it is the birthplace of Taoism. However, this statement has been circulated here for many years. Some people who don't know the truth still believe it to be true. They really think that our Three Dao Sects are the backbone of the Three Thousand Dao Sects. It’s ridiculous that he doesn’t want to admit his heritage!”

"Wandao Tower is also a Taoist sect? There is also an ancestor?"

Everyone's expressions changed slightly. Although the Three Great Dao Sects are quite famous in Central Continent, because the Dao Sect does not have a sect leader, it is naturally inferior to those sects.

I never thought that there was an ancestor behind this sect, and the rumors about the three thousand sects... might really be groundless.

"Some things are passed down from hand to hand, and we don't bother to refute them, but some people really take them as the truth."

Immortal King Gu Xi smiled and shook his head.

Long Zun smiled and said: "I just don't want to care about it."

Each of their words mocked the three thousand sects behind Fang Chen.

Mr. Lu from Huangyuan glanced at the three of them and poured himself a drink with an expressionless expression.

Mr. Han and Mr. Zhao also remained silent.

The other party is now targeting three thousand sects, not Huangyuan, so when the matter does not involve Huangyuan, they cannot offend a powerful Sanxian because of Fang Chen alone.

Wandao Tower is one of the three major sects in Prison Wind Land. As Mr. Huangyuan, how could they not know about it.

"You three dignified Immortal Kings, as for getting angry with a junior, you and I are not immortal, and no one can say for sure what happened in the past."

Wang Zhenlong suddenly chuckled, glanced at the three of them, just like the laughter and curses between friends, and then smiled at Yan Haoran:

"Senior Yan, today everyone will give me a little bit of respect to celebrate my promotion to the Immortal King. I am here to offer a toast to Senior Yan."

"Oh it's you……"

Yan Haoran showed a hint of surprise when he saw Fang Chen. He didn't even pay attention to Wang Zhenlong's toast, but smiled and said:

"During the bet between the Long family and the Sun family, were you the first sword cultivator to complete the Sword Burial Staircase? I didn't expect that you still have a Taoist inheritance. I heard that Senior Zhao Yunlu from Yunlu City wanted to do it for some reasons. Looking for you, no wonder I haven’t seen anyone, it turns out you are a monk here.”

"Do you still know these two?"

Everyone looked strange.

Zhang Ling and other peak masters looked at each other, secretly wondering what happened to Fang Chen when he went to Prison Wind Land this time. Even such an ancestor knew his name.

Some people thought of the scene where Li Changsheng led a group of sword cultivators to the Shinto sect not long ago. Because the Shinto sect was empty, they could not find the true master. Then they went to the Three Thousand Dao Sect again, and met Mr. Xun.

In this incident, everyone had vaguely guessed that the founder of Shintoism had offended a big shot in Qiu Feng, and it was very likely that he offended the same person as Fang Chen.

Zhao Yunlu?

They secretly wrote down the name.

"These are all misunderstandings, not worth mentioning."

Fang Chen smiled.

"I, Wandao Tower, am somewhat famous in Prison Wind. Since you are from a Taoist sect, why don't you go back to Wandao Tower with me after a while. I'll ask someone to come forward and inform Senior Zhao Yunlu to help you resolve the misunderstanding. "

Yan Haoran smiled.

Wang Chongsong has always had no sense of existence. When he heard Yan Haoran's words, he couldn't help but have a contemptuous smile flash in his eyes.

With such a method, you still want to lure this kid to Wandao Tower?

"Senior, I won't bother you anymore. It's safest to stay here. I cherish my life more and don't plan to go to Prison Feng again in the short term."

Fang Chen cupped his hands and said.

Yan Haoran's smile remained unchanged and he nodded gently: "You are right."

He no longer mentioned this matter, but chatted with everyone, his tone was gentle and elegant, without the slightest air of being a religious ancestor.

This banquet was held continuously for a whole month, and Yan Haoran also gave generous advice to the immortal kings present, and helped many immortal kings solve their doubts in practice.

After the banquet, the immortal kings from all sides left one after another, and the Xuxian Sword Sect returned to its former peace.

Yan Haoran, who was about to leave, suddenly appeared in Wang Chongsong's retreat. Wang Chongsong stood with his hands behind his back, his back to him:

"In the future, don't use this little trick to embarrass yourself. That kid is so creepy that you will only alert him and let him guess your identity."

Fang Chen stood not far away and couldn't help but nodded secretly. It seemed that Wang Chongsong knew him well.