The goofy junior sister is the most eccentric person in the entire cultivation world.

Chapter 507 The Wrath of Ancestor Lingtian

Ling Tian closed his eyes to rest, a cold smile playing on his lips. The Star Palace was nothing but ants. For Xuan Tian and Xuan Yue to make a move was already using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

He was already planning how to deal with those who dared to oppose the Myriad Treasures Pavilion after destroying the Star Palace.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from outside the hall, accompanied by panicked shouts.

Ling Tian frowned.

Just as Ling Qing was about to reprimand him, the palace door was kicked open with a "bang".

A Nascent Soul deacon rushed in, fell to the ground, and cried out in a trembling voice, "Guild Master! The soul tablets of Ancestors Xuan Tian and Xuan Yue are shattered!"

"what?!"

Ling Tian Patriarch suddenly opened his eyes, and two beams of tangible light shot out. The temperature in the entire hall plummeted, and a layer of white frost formed on the ground.

"Can you say that again?"

He spoke slowly and deliberately, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"The soul tablet is broken, completely broken..."

The steward lay prostrate on the ground, trembling like a leaf. "Not only the two patriarchs, but also the six peak Nascent Soul cultivators, fifteen ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators, and more than a hundred Golden Core cultivators—their soul tablets were all shattered!"

"You...you're not lying to me?!"

The white jade throne beneath Lingtian Patriarch was blasted into dust.

He suddenly stood up, grabbed the man in his hand, and unleashed his late-stage Nascent Soul power without reservation. The beams and pillars of the entire hall groaned under the weight, and cracks appeared on the walls.

"President, I dare not..."

The man shouted.

"Star, Star, Palace".

Ling Tian's eyes flashed with killing intent, almost tangible. "Fine, so this is the Star Palace! I'll make them all die!"

"President, please calm down!"

Ling Qing quickly advised, "This matter is suspicious! Even if Xuan Tian and Xuan Yue joined forces, they would still have a fighting chance against a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator! How could the Star Palace possibly..."

"How is it impossible?!"

Ling Tian Ancestor roared, "The soul tablet is shattered! The man is dead, how could he dare to lie to us?"

"This……"

Ling Qing was speechless.

Just then, another deacon rushed in, stumbling and crawling, holding a communication jade slip in his hands: "Guild Master! Urgent message from the Northwest Region Branch! It was sent by Jiang Ming using a Blood Escape Talisman!"

Ancestor Lingtian grabbed the jade slip and scanned it with his divine sense.

The information in the jade slip was very simple, consisting of only a few sentences: the two patriarchs had perished, the Myriad Realms Dragon had been captured, and the entire army had been wiped out.

There's something strange about the Star Palace; it seems to contain an ancient formation and more than one Nascent Soul cultivator.

I have ordered all branches in the Northwest region to evacuate. Please make a decision, headquarters.

"puff!"

Ling Tian spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the ground in front of him red.

"President!"

Everyone was shocked.

Ling Tian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face turning a terrifyingly ashen.

He gripped the jade slip tightly, and cracks appeared on its surface.

"Gather everyone."

His voice was hoarse, yet filled with overwhelming killing intent, "I will personally go to the Northwest Region and raze the Star Palace to the ground! Leave no one alive!"

"No!"

Ling Qing knelt down with a thud, "President, you can't go!"

Why not?!

My Wanbaoge has stood for ten thousand years, and I have never suffered such a humiliating disgrace.

Two Nascent Soul cultivators were killed, and their supreme magic treasure was seized. If the entire Star Palace is not wiped out, how can my Myriad Treasures Pavilion still have the face to stand on the Tianyuan Continent?!

Ling Tian was furious.

"I suspect this is a scheme by the Star Palace!"

They could have easily carried out a covert attack, so why make such a big show of it? Why leave behind evidence like the Myriad Realms Dragon?

They're trying to provoke us and lure us there!

"The Northwest Region is their territory. They must have laid a trap, just waiting for us to walk right into it!"

Ling Tian was taken aback.

Ling Qing continued, "President, think about it, with Xuan Tian and Xuan Yue joining forces, plus the level six top-grade runes you gave them, they might not even lose to a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator!"

Even if they are outmatched, they can escape and will not die.

But they were all wiped out. What does that mean?

It is said that either the Star Palace has a peak Nascent Soul cultivator in charge, or it has used an ancient killing formation!

Either way, if we rush there rashly, we might repeat the same mistakes!

Upon hearing this, the elders and protectors who had originally wanted to support the expedition all changed their expressions drastically.

Second Elder Ling Feng said in a trembling voice, "The First Elder is absolutely right. The Star Palace dares to be so arrogant; they must have something to rely on. If we rush there rashly, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?"

Ling Tian's face was grim.

Ling Feng forced a smile and said, "I'm afraid there will be even greater losses, and even you, the guild leader..."

Now that the two protectors, Xuan Tian and Xuan Yue, have fallen, along with the previous protectors Xuan Yang and Xuan Ming, my Wanbao Pavilion has lost four Nascent Soul cultivators.

If you, President, suffer another mishap…

He didn't dare say the rest, but everyone understood what he meant.

The reason why Wanbaoge can maintain its position as the number one merchant guild is because of the suppression of high-end combat power.

Once all the Nascent Soul Ancestors perish, those covetous enemies and rivals will pounce like hungry wolves and tear Wanbaoge to shreds.

Ling Tian was silent.

He stood there, his chest heaving violently, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

A full incense stick's time passed before he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

"Pass the order."

His voice was chillingly cold: "All branches in the Northwest Region, withdraw completely. Those outside are not allowed to have any conflict with the Star Palace within three months."

"President?"

Ling Qing looked up, her face showing surprise.

"Investigate in secret."

Ling Tian said slowly and deliberately, "Use all your hidden agents. I need to know the Star Palace's secrets. How many Nascent Soul cultivators do they have? Who set up the formation? And what is the background of that little girl named Shen Rugo?"

I want all the intelligence!

"Yes!"

Ling Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Also, inform the other nine major sects besides Lingxiao Pavilion that Wanbao Pavilion is willing to give up 50% of the mining rights of the Western Regions spirit mines in exchange for their support in the sect competition."

Ling Tian continued.

"Sect competition?"

Ling Qing was taken aback.

"Eight months later, the sect competition will be held."

Doesn't the Star Palace want to rise to power? Doesn't it want to prove itself?

I will trample them into the mud right in front of the whole world!

"When the nine major sects join forces, let's see how they die!"

Ling Tian sneered.

"The president is wise!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up.

The Grand Sect Competition is a grand event in which all the respectable sects of the Tianyuan Continent participate.

At that time, cultivators from all over the world will gather. If someone "accidentally" kills a disciple of the Star Palace or even wipes out their participating team during the competition, no one will be able to find fault with it.

Ling Tian waved his hand, wearily sat back in the newly moved chair, and looked at the gray sky outside the hall, muttering, "Star Palace, Shen Rugo, I'd like to see how long you can be so arrogant?"

In stark contrast to the oppressive despair at the Wanbaoge headquarters, the Star Palace was now a sea of ​​jubilation.

In the main hall plaza, the majestic Myriad Realms Dragon Warship stood silently, its cold metallic luster gleaming in the sunlight.

"We won! We really won!"

"Two Nascent Soul stage patriarchs from the Wanbao Pavilion! We've killed them both!"

"And this warship! Did you see it?! The Myriad Realms Soaring Dragon! The most prized treasure of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion!"

The disciples surrounded the warship, shouting excitedly. The warship was cold to the touch, but it made their blood boil.