In fact, for the vast Qingyu Immortal Sect, with its countless immortal mountains and endless businesses, after deducting the necessary expenditures from the annual earnings of top-grade spirit stones, the amount finally converted into immortal crystals that falls into the hands of Master Qingyu is a mere one or two pieces...
"Behind Fellow Daoist Fang, there must be a loose immortal even more powerful than our own ancestor serving as his backer."
"For such an existence to have methods you and I have never seen before is perfectly normal."
"If it weren't for the Little Red Lotus Immortal being overconfident this time, saying that entering the mountaintop would count as a victory, Fellow Daoist Fang might not have succeeded in seizing the mountain."
"...It can be considered a lucky break for our Qingyu Immortal Sect. If the Little Red Lotus Immortal wants to seize the mountain back, she will have to wait five years. Fellow Daoist Fang gets to serve as the guardian of Black Phoenix Mountain for five years."
A lucky break indeed, but not for the Qingyu Immortal Sect—it was for this man surnamed Fang.
A faint trace of anger flashed in Hua Yunfeng's eyes. The immortal mountain that had been seized from his own hands was now being reclaimed by Fang Chen.
If word got out, how would cultivators who didn't know the inside story discuss it?
Comparing the two, wouldn't he, the dignified Hua Yunfeng, the most promising successor to the Qingyu Immortal Sect's mantle, become a joke?
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