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"Sect Master, is it worth paying such a high price to protect Xiao Yuanqing..."

An inner sect elder spoke in a deep voice with a solemn face. His cultivation had reached the peak of concentration, and he was only half a step away from the Divine Infant. He was still young and had a very high say among the elders.

"Open your eyes and look at Zhao Tingxian. That is an example right before your eyes."

Gu Chunyang's expression did not change at all. Da Zhou's unusual movements strengthened his determination to protect the high-grade immortal seedlings.

If the Huanling Sect can produce a master of mysteries, or even a stronger one, there will be one more holy land in this world. This is the great plan of the Fuze Huanling Sect for eternity.

"Not all high-grade immortal bones can become Zhao Tingxian. After so many years in Taixu Holy Land, how many saints can be stronger than him?"

"From what I see, the sect leader still needs to think carefully."

"Indeed... if we push it forward thousands of years, there are not a few high-grade immortal bones that have stopped at the Nine Transformations of the Divine Infant, and there are not many who can understand the mysteries."

Many elders spoke sparsely, some wavering. They had heard about the seedlings of high-grade immortal bones, and even saw them with their own eyes. Although the cultivation speed was amazing, there were bottlenecks and they would die prematurely for various reasons.

"I agree with the sect leader's decision."

"The sect has been weak for a long time. The Yeguang Pavilion has made it clear that it does not take us seriously. The other sects are also watching from the other side, waiting for the opportunity. If we don't fight, we will be defeated sooner or later."

"That's right. Showing timidity will only attract a pack of wolves. It's better to give it a try. It will take hundreds of years. I, the Phantom Spirit Sect, can't afford it!"

Most of the elders agreed with Gu Chunyang's approach, and the momentum grew.

Gu Chunyang sat back in the sect leader's seat, glanced at the elders below who had raised objections, and whispered:

"I will summon Ling Qi now and tell him that we have concealed the truth and there is a high-grade fairy seedling inside the door for him to pick up. What do you think?"

There was silence in the hall, no one answered.

"Okay, no need to argue."

A figure came from outside the hall, passed through the light barrier without any obstruction, and walked to the center of the hall.

The young man, dressed in gray robes, looked to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, with a slender frame, ruddy complexion, red lips and white teeth, and a bright light in his eyes.

"Old Sect Leader?!"

"Master!"

"Uncle Master!"

After seeing the person coming, nearly half of the elders looked excited and their eyes were full of disbelief.

Some of the remaining elders had doubts on their faces, with some surprise in their expressions.

The old sect leader of the Phantom Sect, Feng Qiyuan, had been in seclusion for thousands of years without any movement. Rumors about his death had already spread throughout the surrounding sects.

"Master, you... have changed?"

Gu Chunyang stood up to greet him, his face moved slightly, and his eyes could not help but overflow with joy.

"I'm lucky enough to live a thousand years longer."

Feng Qiyuan nodded slightly: "If I don't risk my life and survive, I won't be able to take this step."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the many elders in the hall and said slowly:

"You say you are afraid of death. If you had known this, why are you cultivating immortality? If you just want to live forever, why not seize the body of an old turtle, huddle under the water, and live for a hundred thousand years? Who can survive you?"

All the elders looked ashamed.

"Yeguang Pavilion was only a first-class sect thousands of years ago. I searched high and low, but couldn't find a single divine infant. Now it has become a huge problem, but you still don't want to make progress."

Feng Qiyuan's voice was calm and clearly reached the ears of everyone in the hall:

"Only a quarter of the sixty-three kingdoms left by our ancestors have been passed down to this day. We, the unworthy descendants, are truly ashamed of the shadow of our ancestors. If we don't fight now, will we still have to wait for those who come after us?"

There was deathly silence in the hall, and after a while, Feng Qiyuan's slightly childish voice sounded again:

"Prepare for war."

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Three days later.

The Phantom Sect is stationed thirty thousand miles away.

A giant peak that stretched up to the sky was cut off at the waist. Its cross-section was as bright as a mirror. A bluestone palace was erected overnight.

In the main hall.

Two rows of people sat facing each other. Only three people came from the Phantom Sect, Gu Chunyang and two Supreme Elders from the Divine Infant Realm.

On the other side of the Night Light Pavilion, six people came, all of whom were powerful divine infants. The master of the Night Light Pavilion, Fang Lie, came in person.

"Our sect's top-grade immortal seedlings were damaged, and the elders of the inner sect were seriously injured and on the verge of death. If there is no war, our sect will ask for the land of the Four Kingdoms of Yeguang Pavilion as compensation."

Gu Chunyang spoke directly and made his thoughts clear.

Fang Lie did not speak directly, but glanced at Ling Qi, who was sitting in the middle seat.

After Ling Qi raised his hand to signal, Fang Lie said in a deep voice:

"It's true that your Huanling Sect lost disciples, but Qin Feng killed seven Ningso elders of our Yeguang Pavilion alone. In addition to Jiang Ruibing who died in the Song Mansion, our Yeguang Pavilion lost a total of eight inner sect elders this time. Where did your Phantom Spirit Sect come up with the compensation?"

Gu Chunyang didn't hesitate at all: "Then let's fight."

"If you want to fight, then fight!" Fang Lie looked cold, with murderous intent in his eyes.

As he said, Yeguang Pavilion did not take much advantage in this confrontation. It is true that Song Lingqing has top-grade immortal bones, but she has not grown up after all.

What Ye Guang Pavilion has lost is the real mainstay, the Condensation Realm elder who is expected to be a divine infant in the future. Even for Ye Guang Pavilion, this is an unbearable burden.

Gu Chunyang did not respond to Fang Lie and looked at Ling Qi.

The corner of Ling Qi's mouth curled up slightly, he turned over his hand and took out a jade scroll, slowly unfolded it, and said calmly: "Since both parties have reached the same resolution, we will sign the war contract."

"This battle has the same rules as the Ten Thousand Sects' Hidden Dragon Competition. Those above the divine infant cannot move, and those below can fight at will until one party calls to stop."

"The loser will secede the ten kingdoms, and I will witness it when the time comes."

"May I ask the special envoy, what does Taixu Holy Land mean?"

Hearing this, Gu Chunyang narrowed his eyes slightly:

"It's just a competition between thousands of hidden dragons. It's an agreement among many holy places. It passes through hundreds of sects and thousands of countries. The divine baby is not allowed to move lightly to avoid accidental injury. This is understandable, but these two sects are divided into life and death..."

"Did you let me die?" Ling Qi's face suddenly turned cold: "I am not here to stop fighting, and I don't want to see the ancient sect disappear and return to the war, but life and death are not the final say of your two sects."

If the Divine Infant cannot take action, then this battle will focus on the sect's heritage and the younger generation, which has a completely different meaning.

This strike will create a fault line for thousands of years in the future and will completely break the backbone of a sect.

Now there are only fourteen kingdoms left in the Phantom Sect, and if ten more kingdoms are divided, only four kingdoms will have a foothold, which is no longer as good as a second-rate sect.

If the Divine Infant cannot be moved, then the Phantom Spirit Sect will lose a whole trump card and be at a disadvantage again.

Ling Qi said calmly: "If the ancient sect leader has any objections, you can also choose not to start a war. You can discuss it later."

"war."

Without any hesitation, Gu Chunyang stood up, opened his palm, dyed the seal red, and pressed the sect master's seal on the war contract.

He stared at Fang Lie with a cold look in his eyes: "In this battle, we will fight to the death of my inner sect and the true inheritance."