Ying Wuji clenched his fists.
David looked at him, his voice softening a little.
“Shadow Palace Master, I’m not here to plead. I’m here to tell you that this is your only chance. With the Sirius Tribe, Nether Moon Kingdom, and Shadow Palace joining forces, we might not be able to defeat the Judgment Hall. If you continue to stand by and watch, once the Sirius Tribe is destroyed, you will be the next victim.”
Ying Wuji was silent for a long time.
Then he stood up. “What do you want me to do?”
David took out a map from his storage ring and spread it out in front of Ying Wuji.
“The Sirius Tribe is surrounded, and Lang Hao is injured and won’t last much longer. I need you to send troops to attack the siege of Judgment Hall from the flanks and disrupt their formation.”
“Then, how?”
“In that case, I will launch a frontal attack. Lang Hao and I will join forces to hold back those three elders of the seventh level True Immortal Realm. You, along with the Shadow Palace disciples, will face the remaining Divine Race cultivators.”
Ying Wuji stared at the map silently for a long time.
“David, are you sure you can withstand three rank seven True Gods?”
“Of course.”
Ying Wuji raised his head and looked into his eyes.
“Okay. I’ll send troops.”
He turned around and shouted to the demonic cultivators behind him, “Convey this order! Gather all the disciples who can fight and come with me to the Heavenly Wolf Tribe!”
“Yes!” the demon cultivators answered in unison.
After persuading Ying Wuji, David immediately headed to the Free Cultivator Alliance!
The Loose Farmers Alliance’s headquarters was in Cloud City, a city floating in the air.
When David arrived, Feng Qingzi was drinking tea in the council room.
He held the teacup in his hand but did not bring it to his lips; His brows were furrowed, as if he was deep in thought.
“Elder Feng Qingzi.” David enters the council room.
Feng Qingzi looked up and saw David; he almost dropped his teacup.
“Brother Daoist Chen David! What’s the matter with you coming here?”
David sat opposite him and got straight to the point.
“Sirius’ tribe is under siege; you should know that.”
Feng Qingzi’s expression changed.
“I know, but…”
“But what?”
Feng Qingzi put down his teacup and sighed.
“Brother Daoist David, it’s not that I don’t want to help, but you know the strength of the Loose Cultivator Alliance. We can’t defeat the Hall of Judgment. Venerable Judgment is a True God of the eighth level, while the strongest cultivator in our alliance is only a True God of the sixth level. Sending troops is tantamount to suicide.”
David looked at him.
“What if I told you that the Shadow Palace has already mobilized its troops?”
Feng Qingzi was stunned: “What? Ying Wuji agreed?”
“Agreed.”
Feng Qingzi was silent for a long time.
“Brother Daoist David, what exactly do you want to do?”
David stood up, walked to the council room window, and looked at the sea of clouds outside.
“I want to change the structure of the fifteenth heaven.”
His voice was calm, but every word seemed to be carved into stone.
“The Judgment Hall has run rampant on Fifteenth Heaven for too long. They oppressed the Ghost Clan, enslaved the Ice God’s bloodline, and suppressed heretical cultivators. Even the Heavenly Wolf Tribe and the Hall of Shadows didn’t dare to offend them. Why? Because they are the strongest, because they have a Hall Master who is at the eighth rank of True God.”
“But what if someone can defeat the Arbiter?”
Feng Qingzi’s pupils narrowed slightly.
“Can you beat the Arbiter?”
“Not now. But soon.”
David turned and looked at him. “Elder Feng Qingzi, how many years has the Free Cultivator Alliance been oppressed by the Examination Hall? How many of your disciples have been captured by the Examination Hall to force them into hard labor? How many free cultivators have been pushed to despair by the Examination Hall? You know the answer in your heart.”
Feng Qingzi fell silent.
Of course he knows.
Most of the disciples of the Loose Cultivator Alliance were hopeless cultivators and did not understand reality.
They offended the Hall of Judgment, were hunted and wanted, and had nowhere to go, so they joined the Free Farmers Alliance.
Feng Qingzi himself was hunted down for hundreds of years because he offended an elder in the Judgment Hall.
“Brother Daoist David, you are right,” Feng Qingzi said in a low voice, “but the Loose Cultivator Alliance is too weak. We can’t beat them.”
“I don’t need you to fight,” David said. “What I need is for you to keep them busy.”
“containing?”
“Yes. The Temple of Shadows will attack from the flanks, the Sirius Tribe will fight from the front, and the Ice God Temple and Ghost Moon Kingdom will be in charge of the outer perimeter. The Loose Cultivator Alliance doesn’t need to engage in direct combat; they just need to create chaos behind the Temple of Judgment, cutting off their supply lines, and disrupting their deployment.”
David was silent for a moment.
“Once we win, the status of the Loose Farmers Alliance on Fifteenth Heaven will change completely.”
Feng Qingzi was silent for a long time.
Then he stood up and said, “Okay. I will send troops.”
Feng Qingzi nodded in agreement!
David didn’t say any more, but jumped up and went straight to the Tianlang tribe, for fear that Lang Hao and the others would not even be able to survive a day!
FAQ Novel
Q: Why hasn’t the Shadow Abyss sent troops to aid the Sirius Tribe?
A: Ying Wuji, the Lord of Shadow Abyss, states that Judgment Venerable, an eighth-rank True God, is too powerful, and he cannot risk his disciples’ lives in a losing battle.
Q: What is David’s current cultivation level and his claim against Judgment Venerable?
A: David is at the ninth-rank peak of the Upper Immortal Realm and confidently claims he can defeat the eighth-rank True God, citing his past victories against higher-ranked opponents.
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