Xia Canghai approached these people, scanning the faces of those from the Divine Capital. As the Minister of Rites for decades, he wielded significant authority. He cleared his throat and sneered, "Rebellious people."

At that moment, his heart skipped a beat, sensing something was amiss.

These people ranged from old to young, with monks and Taoists among them, as well as scholars dressed in robes. Each carried a powerful aura, especially a few of the monks, who were evidently exceptional, with profound Buddhist Law, though tinged with evil.

What shocked him even more was the attire of some cultivators, exuding an ancient aura, appearing older than the Xia family's ancestors!

Xia Canghai thought, "These people don't quite resemble the Talisman Masters of Red Mountain Hall. Those Talisman Masters all look like they're owed three hundred coins. But these people... they look like they'd see everyone dead..."

A cultivator from the Xia family stepped forward, shouting, "Rebellious people, why don't you kneel and bow before the Minister of Rites?"

Xia Canghai slapped the man backhanded, leaving him dazed and his face swollen on one side.

The slap not only left the man bewildered but also stunned everyone at the Xia family, including the Grand Sacrificer who hadn't anticipated this twist.

The calamities of the Divine Capital looked on with curiosity, finding it amusing.

Xia Canghai, furious, shouted, "Why so loud? Can't you see Chen Zhaoyuan is having tea? You mud legs have the audacity to insult Sir Pot!"

He kicked the man, sending him flying several strides away, then turned anxiously towards Chen Shi.

"Is Chen Zhaoyuan still resting? Hmm, hmm, then we shall not disturb you. Farewell, farewell."

Xia Canghai turned, glared at the Xia family members, and barked, "What are you standing there for? Return to the mansion! If you disturb Chen Zhaoyuan's rest, it'll cost your lives! Sir Pot, not you, don't get up, we're leaving, leaving!"

He led the Xia family hurriedly away.

A great monk was about to call out to Xia Canghai, but the Grand Sacrificer raised a hand to stop him, gently shook his head, and said, "People from Despair Slope have come."

The calamities in the Divine Capital were greatly shocked, their faces stern and fierce, following his gaze.

Feng Ruotong walked into the city, along this goat street, yet the bustling market around him seemed like an ethereal fairyland as he passed by. The vendors, people, livestock, dirty streets—all faded into floating dust, leaving only his radiant presence.

Feng Ruotong, true to his name, appeared like a child, as if an Immortal Child under an Immortal had wandered off.

But to the people of the Divine Capital, he was a formidable foe.

Feng Ruotong had broken the Upper Realm, slaying nearly two thousand Heavenly Gods long venerated, and faced the ancestors of the Thirteen Families, the various Immortal Artifacts of the True King Nine Halls without a scratch!

After this battle, the Upper Realm shattered, and the Thirteen Families' six-thousand-year plan turned to illusions, putting extreme pressure on the Divine Capital!

Feng Ruotong ignored the crowd, continuing to walk forward.

As he approached, the pressure grew stronger, and someone let out a muffled groan, their face twisted, flesh wriggling beneath skin, as if unable to resist revealing their true Evil Spirit form.

The Grand Sacrificer gently raised a hand, summoning a table and two chairs to land before him, gesturing, "Fellow Daoist Feng, long time no see; you're even more impressive than before. Please sit."

Feng Ruotong's gaze fell on Chen Shi inside the teahouse, raising his eyebrows. He sat before him, saying, "Brother Yin, how can there be no tea in a teahouse? This is not the way to treat a guest."

"My mistake."

The Grand Sacrificer smiled faintly, his gaze sweeping over the Divine Capital crowd before frowning slightly.

Feng Ruotong arrived brimming with immortal aura. Although Divine Capital had many masters, most had not achieved Harmonization, and even those who had, had their Dao Hearts precariously fragile. Under Feng Ruotong's celestial presence, they couldn't calmly serve tea and were bound to be exposed to his aura!

Some might even succumb to their demonic nature, slaughtering Beilai City and disgracing the Divine Capital.

But if no one capable of brewing and serving tea could be found, it would also be a significant embarrassment, allowing Feng Ruotong's aura to surpass them invisibly.

The Grand Sacrificer was pondering when a sigh was heard from the teahouse. Chen Shi's dog, shaking its head, carried a teapot out and approached their table.

The dog set up a small charcoal stove, ignited the charcoal, brewing tea for them step by step, warming the cups, adding tea, washing, steeping, and serving the tea with exceptional skill, like a tea master.

"Ashamed."

The Grand Sacrificer let out a breath of relief, smiling as he faced Feng Ruotong, saying, "Fellow Daoist Feng, since you've rarely left Despair Slope, you must properly savor the tea of the Mortal World today, to see if it has any vitality."

Feng Ruotong said leisurely, "Mortal tea has vitality, but Brother Yin lacks it. You're even less lively than the one serving tea."

His gaze fell on the black pot, smiling, "It has more vitality than you, Brother Yin. You're no longer human."

The Grand Sacrificer was unperturbed, saying, "Those in Despair Slope, though still human, are ultimately just cowards fearing change, kneeling and serving to prolong their existence."

Feng Ruotong paid his words no mind, glancing at Chen Shi in the teahouse, and laughed, "The Divine Capital's grand mobilization is for the Child Scholar? Is the Child Scholar still the Child Scholar without the Innate Dao Embryo?"

The Grand Sacrificer replied calmly, "The reason the Child Scholar is the Child Scholar is not because of the Innate Dao Embryo, but because he's exceptional enough to attract an Outer Heaven True God to descend a Dao Embryo. The Innate Dao Embryo is merely a bonus. Despair Slope abandoning the Child Scholar and murdering for the Dao Embryo is like buying the casket and returning the pearl."

Feng Ruotong shook his head, "You don't know how important the Innate Dao Embryo is, that's why you say this."

The Grand Sacrificer raised the teacup, placing it near his lips, smiling, "The Innate Dao Embryo is nothing but a True God's self-rescue, isn't it known? Only Despair Slope regards it as a secret, a subject of ridicule."

Feng Ruotong's hand holding the teacup slightly trembled; the Grand Sacrificer's other hand took the opportunity to rest on the table, fingertips aimed at his throat, gaining a slight advantage.

If they were to strike, the Grand Sacrificer could use this advantage, penetrating strength through the heart of the Grand Sacrificer, piercing his heart!

Feng Ruotong regained composure, sipping his tea lightly, smiling, "The Divine Capital is just a loose alliance; the remnants of Great Shang and rebels of Great Ming collude, superficially united. You aim to fully transform into Evil Immortals, but ultimately, due to righteous qi still existing on earth, you cannot fully become demons, neither advancing nor retreating."

The Grand Scholar smiled faintly, without responding.

Feng Ruotong saw that his words hadn't shaken his Dao Heart. A thought flashed through his mind like lightning, and his gaze fell on Chen Shi in the teahouse. He smiled and said, "I see. I wonder why Divine Capital no longer hides, and now I realize it's because they've found the Child Scholar. You're planning to use the Child Scholar to create a new cultivation method, allowing you to achieve Harmonization!"

His eyes flickered, sensing the increasingly strong Demon Qi emerging from Chen Shi. "You are using the Child Scholar to create a Harmonization Method for you... Wrong, wrong. How proud are the nobles of Great Shang? Especially an old relic like you, who consider the bloodline as the legitimate tradition, regarding all other bloodlines as inferior. How would you share power with others? The Child Scholar creating a Harmonization Method and then burning bridges is inevitable!"

He glanced around, laughing boisterously, "Divine Capital is ultimately just a loose pile of sand!"

As soon as he said this, the Grand Scholar's white hair fluttered slightly, and Feng Ruotong's left hand already formed an Immortal Technique, Sword Qi erupting, caught between two fingers.

The Grand Scholar's gaze fell on the tip of his fingers, his expression grave.

Feng Ruotong also caught a flaw in his Heart Spirit, and if the Grand Scholar lost his heart again, Feng Ruotong's Sword Finger might slash his throat in an instant, beheading him!

The Black Pot let out a faint sigh, stood up to leave, but found the momentum between the two growing stronger, rendering him unable to move.

All around the teahouse, many independents from the True King Era looked on with suspicion, all eyes landing on the Grand Scholar.

The pressure on the Grand Scholar suddenly increased.

Xia Mansion.

Xia Canghai returned to the mansion quickly, hurriedly coming to see Xia Xuanming.

"Sect Master, the people around Chen Shi are all experts, not from Red Mountain Hall!"

Xia Xuanming asked in surprise, "Experts? How skilled?"

Xia Canghai shook his head, "I don't know."

Xia Xuanming pondered for a moment, then said, "Awaken the Second Ancestor and come with me to take a look. This Beilai City is my Xia Family's Beilai City, not Chen Shi's Beilai City!"

He was referring to the previous Sect Master Xia Yihang and Ancestor Xia Min.

Originally, the Xia Family also had the Grand Ancestor and Great Ancestor, but they were too old, and when the Sun extinguished and yin energy invaded, they became frail and sick.

Later, when the news of the destruction of the Upper Realm came, the seniors were so terrified that they passed away one after the other not long after.

Soon, former Sect Master Xia Yihang and Ancestor Xia Min emerged from seclusion and walked out of the Xia Mansion with Xia Xuanming towards the teahouse on Sheep Street.

Sheep Street mainly dealt in livestock trading and some sundries, filthy and foul-smelling, a place these beings would disdain to set foot in. But today, three generations of the Xia Family's Sect Masters descended here.

Xia Xuanming walked with an imposing air, while Xia Yihang and Xia Min, with heads full of silver hair, wide sleeves, and billowing as they walked, resembled Immortals.

Xia Canghai followed behind them, thinking, "The three generations of Sect Masters of my Xia Family are all in the Mahayana Realm, and their cultivation is perfect. Even if Chen Shi brings the likes of Chen Yindou and the Six Great Evildoers, they will be suppressed to submission by the three Sect Masters!"

They arrived at the teahouse, seeing a crowd anxiously watching an old man and a young boy having tea in front of the teahouse.

The old man and young boy were also very nervous, sweating from their foreheads.

Beside the old man and young boy sat a dog.

The dog was pitch black, with tightly closed mouth, solemn expression, and its nose was covered with sweat, not daring to open its mouth to pant, clearly it was the dog from Chen Shi's household.

The three generations of Xia Family Sect Masters moved forward, their momentum growing stronger, pressing towards the crowd in front of the teahouse.

At this moment, a monk, a Daoist, and a scholar stepped out from the crowd, approaching Xia Xuanming.

Each of the three had an aura rising behind their heads, clearly having refined the Void Great Realm to a tiny size.

Before the sides even got close, Xia Xuanming's body trembled, as if meeting great resistance, yet he continued forward gritting his teeth. The former Sect Master Xia Yihang and Ancestor Xia Min each had billowing sleeves, seemingly struggling as well.

As the six approached, still about six or seven feet away, Xia Xuanming suddenly coughed up blood, flew backwards, crashing through building after building with a thud, and then broke through Beilai City, disappearing to who knows where.

Xia Canghai was horrified, suddenly seeing former Sect Master Xia Yihang and Ancestor Xia Min's bodies both tremble, blood oozing from their eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, unsteady on their feet.

The monk, Daoist, and scholar each stepped forward again, and the Second Ancestor of the Xia Family's bones crackled as if they were being crushed by the pressure from the three's aura!

Xia Canghai's heart pounded, only to hear the elderly tea-drinker speak, "Do not kill them. Chen Zhaoyuan has said, we need not interfere."

The monk, Daoist, and scholar each took a step back, and the Xia Family's Second Ancestor slumped, nearly collapsing to the ground.

The Grand Scholar smirked, staring at Feng Ruotong opposite him, "Immortal Feng, how many did you bring?"

Feng Ruotong was also staring closely at him, smiling, "I came openly and honestly, though quite a few Heavenly Dao Practitioners are also out searching for you, I came alone."

The Grand Scholar said, "That's strange then, there are multiple pairs of eyes watching us."

Feng Ruotong slightly moved his heart, saying, "I sensed it too."

On Yanfeng Mountain outside Beilai City, Creation Little Five suddenly said, "The Grand Scholar and Feng Ruotong have noticed my gaze."

Chen Yindou's voice came from behind him, "They are mutually restraining each other, without external force, it's difficult to separate. We are not to be that external force. Let's go, capture more Heavenly Dao Practitioners, and infiltrate Despair Slope!"

Everyone quickly followed him, soon disappearing without a trace.

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