103 The Unlucky Holy Maiden (2/2)

Wang Lu smiled. “In fact, it’s not a big deal actually. Two days ago, I wrote a letter. Now, it should’ve arrived at the destination and produced the due reaction.”

“Letter, to who?”

“The Union of Ten Thousand Immortal’s Blue River Region office of the Hall of Mortal Reason.”

“... What is that?”

“It’s a department that specifically deals with mortal affairs. Given Blue River Region’s particular characteristic, it’s simply a group of idler-and-waiting-to-die pain in the ass cultivators. However, one of their duty is that: to ensure the mortal world’s order in their area of jurisdiction does not receive unjustified external interference.”

“And this unjustified external interference refer to…?”

“For example, Zhifeng’s action at the White Moon Country. This department mainly deals with the cultivator who misbehaves in the mortal world. Actually, interfering in the world of mortals is not really strange for cultivators. As long as a cultivator receive permission from the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals, that cultivator could even openly facilitate change in the royal family of a country. However, if it’s not permitted by the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals, even if you just randomly point at a few mortal world’s children, you would definitely get into trouble, and without a doubt, it’s impossible for the Seven Stars Sect to get the permission from the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals.”

Little Ling’Er frowned for a while before she realized the meaning behind Wang Lu’s talking in circles remark. The girl’s eyes went wide as she incredulously asked, “You… as a Sect Leader, actually reported your own sect to them!?”

Wang Lu righteously spoke, “Reporting a sect is everyone’s responsibility!”

“Why would you report your own sect!”

“Lady, please respect our Wisdom Sect’s lofty ideal, our sect is intrinsically different than an evil cult.”

“Yeah, an evil cult would not be as foolish as you!”

“Thank you. It’s rare hearing you praise me so highly like that.”

Wrangling with Wang Lu was really a hard and unprofitable task that only wasted one’s energy. Feng Ling rubbed her painful temple. “... According to your view, the people in that department are just a bunch of idler-and-waiting-to-die pain in the ass cultivators, so why did you send your letter to them? It’s not like we’re a big shot or something, so they wouldn’t care about our little sect’s little problem.”

“Thank you for asking. That’s because I signed my real name on that letter. If a report from a Successor Disciple from one of the Five Unique couldn’t make them move their asses, then this department would not get their necessary budget.”

“What the! You use your real name!?”

“Yeah, it’s open and aboveboard, is there a need to cover up? This is called helping one another when we see injustice along the road, so please call me little snitch expert.”

“You’re an idiot dead snitch…”

——

In some barren hill that was shrouded with mist in the Eastern Way Prefecture of Great Ming Country, the Seven Stars Sect convened an emergency council of Elders meeting.

Most of the participating Elders have been informed of the recent occurrence of that jaw-dropping event.

Xie Chi’s defection.

For the majority of the Elders, this was an inconceivable matter. Xie Chi was a highly talented person that the Sect Leader personally courted away from the Ten Thousand Flower House Sect. When he entered the sect, he immediately became a middle-rank Elder. That was because his age was too young and he was still a low-level Foundation Establishment cultivator, it would be too unacceptable to put him ahead of the several high-level Foundation Establishment Elders. However, his actual influence was comparable to the several most senior Elders that had accompanied the Sect Leader the longest.

He was the hope of the Seven Stars Sect; in the future, the sect would basically fall on his hand. Even now, the sect’s resources distribution was partial to him. How… could he defect!?

This was the main reason why the Sect Leader arranged for this emergency meeting. However, when the Elders gathered at the meeting hall, they felt that the air was somewhat cold, sticky, and slightly damp, which was extremely uncomfortable.

This… seemed to imply that the Sect Leader was in a very bad mood. Moreover, it was like he was in a bind and powerless to do something about it.

What exactly happened here?

Fortunately, the mystery was soon revealed. When most of the Elders had arrived, the Sect Leader’s voice came through the air.

“A delegate from the Hall of Mortal Reason of… Union of Ten Thousand Immortals... have arrived.”