Chapter 919: Fellow Daoist, Please Stay!?

At this moment, in everyone's hearts, the several grandmasters had practically become the ultimate symbols of invincibility among immortals; their cosmic might had already surpassed the bounds of imagination.

The tour group led by Owner Fang stood right before the Nine-Bends Yellow River Array, gazing up at this war between immortals and gods.

"These grandmasters... just what is their origin? To possess such divine abilities, are they not already without match in this world?" Su Tianji spoke up while watching the drama. "I wonder how they cultivated to become so terrifyingly powerful?!"

"That is nothing but the great bullying the small," the demoness Ning Bi snorted coldly. "And two of them coming together at that! In my view, this Jie Sect is the truly formidable one. With only three disciples under the Jie Sect master, they routed the Chan Sect entirely, yet they ended up being bullied to death!"

"Exactly!" several cultivators from the Half City Cultivator Alliance echoed.

"One cannot say that either," the Fifth Prince of the Royal Guild remarked. "They indeed committed no wrong, but one must remember how many loyal officials King Zhou and Daji slaughtered in Zhaoge, and how the commoners suffer in the depths of misery. If nothing else, the burning pillar and the snake pit are enough to make one's skin crawl."

"For every moment they obstruct here, the foolish tyrant and the fox spirit can enjoy another moment of leisure, aiding and abetting the tyrant. Even if you agree to it, Queen Jiang, the dozens of concubines slaughtered in the snake pit, the old minister Shang Rong, and those loyal subjects who died tragic deaths, along with the commoners living in torment, would never agree." As a member of a royal family, and one whose domain was peaceful and prosperous, he naturally understood what it meant for a kingdom to rot from within.

Upon hearing this, the crowd found it reasonable and nodded repeatedly.

"Ah! No, no, no!" Ning Bi had thought it made sense at first; whenever King Zhou and Daji were mentioned, it made people gnash their teeth in hatred, especially Daji—it was incomprehensible how a fox spirit could be so thoroughly wicked.

Otherwise, King Zhou originally seemed somewhat wise and capable.

But after pondering for a moment, she suddenly seemed to understand and shook her head repeatedly, saying, "You are wrong! The Three Goddesses of the Three Immortal Islands never intended to leave their mountain to obstruct the Xiqi army. Now, it is purely because of Zhao Gongming's tragic death. To avenge him, they are targeting the mastermind, Daoist Lord Lu Ya. At most, Jiang Ziya is slightly affected. What does it have to do with anyone else?"

"Daoist Lord Lu Ya did just help the Xiqi army, after all; they can't just kill the donkey once the grinding is done and leave him completely exposed," Daoist Master Xi Chi of the Nanhua Sect said, sweeping her fly-whisk as she joined the discussion in front of the Xiqi army lines.

Once this topic opened up, with such a massive crowd watching the drama together, the pot boiled over completely.

The crowd spoke all at once, each airing their own opinions.

"Then whose fault is it exactly?" Fairy Qing Yun, who usually possessed an excellent temperament, was clearly no longer composed upon seeing the immense cultivation of the Three Goddesses of the Three Immortal Islands reduced to such a fate. "Originally, they were on the Three Immortal Islands, seeking immortality and asking the Dao, completely carefree. How did they end up coming here to clash with the Grandmaster Lords, even stubbornly shouting that they would deal with the two grandmasters just as they dealt with the Golden Immortals?"

"To actually shout in front of the battle lines that they would smash the heads of several grandmasters, first unleashing the Golden Dragon Scissors and then sacrificing the Primordial Golden Dipper—once such words are uttered, no amount of persuasion helps. How could they not be beaten?!" As a sect master, Xue Daolv felt this deeply; if that brat Xiao Yulv dared to babble like this before him, he would make sure the boy never saw tomorrow's sun!

At that moment, Xiao Yulv, who was still standing at the counter, sneezed inexplicably, looking around in complete bewilderment. "Achoo! Who is talking about this young master again?"

"That was all because of Zhao Gongming's tragic death!" Jiang Xiaoyue also joined the discussion, saying angrily, "The Three Goddesses must have been driven mad by grief. Otherwise, the three of them had originally advocated staying out of this matter and not leaving the island. How could they be so completely unpersuadable now?"

"Then blame that Daoist Lord Lu Ya! He has already slipped away by now! It must be him!" Mo Xian and other disciples of the Nanhua Sect had a flash of insight, pointing accusingly at that particularly sly Daoist.

"But..." There were still many who were anxious for the loyal subjects and commoners of the Shang Dynasty, as many present were commoners or minor nobles. "If Daoist Lord Lu Ya hadn't acted, wouldn't it be impossible to march all the way to Zhaoge?!"

A heated debate unfolded around the question of "who exactly caused the deaths of the Three Goddesses," and ultimately, it returned to the starting point of the issue.

"Then who is to blame?!"

"Blame Xiqi!"

"Blame Zhao Gongming!"

"It's all Daoist Lord Lu Ya's fault..."

"It must be the fault of the two grandmasters!"

Those present included grand cultivators, sect masters, members of the demon race, and practitioners of unorthodox arts.

With different positions came different perspectives on the matter; a thousand people reading the Investiture of the Gods would see a thousand different versions of it. Before the drama even finished playing, a vast crowd had already commenced a debate before the two opposing armies that was even fiercer than the war between Xiqi and the Shang Dynasty!

"Blame that Zhao Gongming!"

"Blame Wen Zhong!"

"It's their own fault! How dare they provoke the sect masters!"

"What did you say?!" Ning Bi's beautiful eyes glared as she rolled up her sleeves, a small section of her twin silvery fangs exposed, her pretty face turning cold as if ready to smash the dog head of whoever spoke. "Who said that just now?! Step forward!"

Her beautiful eyes swept across; the one who had just shouted to blame Zhao Gongming was a rogue cultivator from Half City, who now quickly pulled back his head.

"Humph!" A mere True Lake Realm, a small-fry with a combat power of five, was unworthy of her attention. She immediately swept her gaze again; the other one who had shouted to blame Grand Preceptor Wen was an obscure martial artist, who also hastily pulled back his head, terrified of being brutally beaten by the demoness.

A Sea of Spirit Realm cultivator; after logging off, he would probably have his dog head smashed right then and there.

Just then, a cold, mocking voice came from the side: "Haha! Do you think you're powerful just by bullying these viewers whose combat power is negative?! This venerable one refuses to accept it! Today, this venerable one shall speak up for the commoners and the tragically slain loyal subjects of the Shang Dynasty!"

A Huaji ball squeezed out from the crowd with a contrarian air, shouting with a smug face, "This venerable one said it! Come and hit me if you have the ability!"

In the Half City shop, a young woman suddenly took off her virtual reality headset, pushed back her seat, and stood up. "An evil spirit like you cares about commoners and loyal subjects?! Take that for being a troll!"

"Ah—! Ah ya ya—! Boss! Someone is hitting me! Someone is hitting me!"

"Beating a Huaji ball doesn't count as beating a person, haha," Owner Fang continued to watch the drama.

"Ah—! Ah ya! Where is the lightning punishment?! Where are the rules?!"

Just at this moment...

System upgrade complete. Clearances raised.

Owner Fang cast a glance and said calmly, "Aren't all the rules set by me anyway?"

"Ah ya ya ya ya—! I will never troll again! Heroine, spare my life! Brave hero, spare my life! Wa ya ya...!"

...

While everyone was arguing incessantly over the deaths of the Jie Sect immortals, to the point where some even came to blows, yet still failing to reach any conclusion...

On the screen at this moment, the figure of a Daoist riding a tiger appeared, and ahead of him was a majestic and high-spirited young man holding a water-fire bell and wearing an Eight-Trigrams Purple-Silk Fairy Robe, just preparing to descend the mountain.

Right at that moment, the tiger-riding Daoist stepped out from the woods behind him and chuckled softly, "Your Highness, please stay your steps."

The huge crowd suddenly fell silent, staring at this person: "Huh—!?"

"Eh—!?"

"This person—!?" Those who had just been shouting loudly to blame this or that suddenly opened their eyes wide, as if they had discovered something...

The crowd that had been arguing fiercely just a moment ago now stared over intently.

This scene... why did it look so familiar!?

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