As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life

“While targeting the Su Family, my greatest concern was their elder sage Su Leibao, a Qi Sea-opening Martial Saint—the cornerstone enabling the Su Family to maintain their position as the foremost noble family of Dry Yuan Dao City.”

“Cloud Family, Zhou Family, and Zhong Family—these three thousand-year-old noble clans have deep foundations, yet their strongest combatants are merely their ancestral patriarchs, all first-level Martial Saints with Divine Transformation fetuses…”

“Far inferior to the Su Family.”

“Which is why, back then, I requested the Great Elder Fang Hanshu to intervene…”

Yellow Sword Wine sat directly on the Heaven and Earth chessboard and continued.

Li Che’s Primordial Spirit fell silent…

Divine Carving Ridge.

As Divine Carving Ridge lay outside Dry Yuan Dao City, distant from any settlements, it did indeed harbor numerous uncertainties and dangers.

“Because of… the Two-Hearted Great Saint Mysterious Temple? Are they here for that mystical weapon, the Heart-following Gold Iron Divine Rod?”

It was a possibility Li Che couldn’t help but consider.

The pressing question now was whether the Corpse God Cult’s Two Flower Demigod Corpse was hidden within Divine Carving Ridge itself or…

Had the Corpse God Cult set up an ambush in the area surrounding Divine Carving Ridge, effectively encircling it?

But it seemed unlikely—it was more plausible they were merely concealed nearby. After all, the remote mountainous terrain around Divine Carving Ridge was sparsely inhabited.

If the Corpse God Cult were truly making such large moves, Qian Yuan Divine Sect couldn’t possibly remain oblivious.

Li Che slowly closed his eyes and ordered Yellow Sword Wine to resume his Essence Cultivation.

He himself withdrew from the Heaven and Earth chessboard.

Upon opening his eyes, he glanced toward the banquet table, where seated were Gongshu Jingjun, Ridge Master of Divine Carving Ridge, along with Great Elder Tang Xiejia.

Which meant, if the Corpse God Cult’s demigod corpse was truly hiding its identity, it couldn’t possibly be Gongshu Jingjun or Tang Xiejia.

All other elders were also in attendance at this banquet celebrating Xi Xi’s ascension as the Young Master.

Ten consecutive bursts forced upon Yellow Sword Wine by the Two Flower Demigod Corpse…

“It seems I’ll need to find an opportunity to dispatch Yellow Sword Wine to warn Qian Yuan Divine Sect and Divine Carving Ridge.”

Li Che set down his wine cup and massaged his temple.

The Corpse God Cult…

They were truly like restless ghosts, never fading away.

The Corpse God Cult’s primary battleground had always been the Jiangnan Dao of Jizhou, where they were locked in opposition against King Ping Luan Ji Moli.

Yet now, the appearance of the Corpse God Cult’s experts near Qian Yuan Divine Sect had grown increasingly frequent.