In Shicheng, Yunxi Province, Dragon Country.
The Lan family, which had faced a great family disaster and sold the Heavenly Mechanism Gu, passed down by their ancestors, to Chen Jiuyang.
The current head of the Lan family is Lan Ruxue.
This beautiful woman, who favored wearing qipaos, exuded an air of nobility.
With the help of Chen Jiuyang back then, they had swept away their enemies, then developed the ancestral ruins and spiritual stone mines beneath their estate. The Lan family of today was no longer what it used to be.
The Lan family had forged ties with the True Demon Sect. Even with the current war between the demonic and righteous paths, the Lan family was not a force to be trifled with. After all, the True Demon Sect was a colossal entity, a super-force spanning both the Immortal and Martial realms!
Lan Ruxue was asleep when her phone suddenly rang. It was daytime in Europe and America, but deep night in Dragon Country.
"Beep beep beep!"
The phone's ringtone woke her. Before she could answer, her husband, sleeping beside her, grumbled impatiently, "Who is it? Calling in the middle of the night, are they crazy!"
Lan Ruxue was also somewhat displeased, but her disposition was far from that of an ordinary woman. With the family's development over the years, very few people had her phone number. She glanced at the unfamiliar number from overseas, pressed the answer button, and activated the speakerphone: "Hello, who is this?"
A young man's voice came from the other end of the line: "Ms. Lan, how have you been? Do you still remember Chen Mou?"
Hearing this voice, Chen Mou?
Lan Ruxue pondered for a moment, then a jolt of shock surged from her feet to the crown of her head. She, who had been drowsy moments ago, instantly sat bolt upright in bed, her expression humble and her tone respectful:
"How dare I forget you, Sect Master Chen!"
Lan Ruxue's husband looked bewildered. His wife's reaction was rather peculiar. Who was on the phone that could make her so attentive and respectful? And Sect Master Chen?
Under his questioning gaze, Lan Ruxue gestured towards the True Demon Sect with her hand. Her husband immediately sat up from the bed, his expression solemn.
This Sect Master Chen was a paramount figure.
"Heh heh, it's good that you remember me," Chen Jiuyang's voice was relaxed on the phone. "I'm calling late at night because I have something for you to do."
Lan Ruxue replied, "Sect Master Chen, please instruct."
"You will immediately contact our Holy Sect's steward in Shicheng and have him make this call." After saying this, Chen Jiuyang hung up.
A single sentence from above sent people rushing.
Lan Ruxue and her husband immediately got out of bed, put on their pajamas, and rushed out in their car, driving towards Shicheng at a speed that made a car accident highly probable.
The Lan family was no longer a minor force. They understood a crucial principle: the shorter the words of a great figure, the more significant the matter, and the less it could afford to be delayed.
Their information was limited, and they were unaware of Chen Jiuyang's current situation.
Their level was too low.
It was precisely for this reason that Chen Jiuyang had pondered for a long time before contacting Lan Ruxue, with whom he had only met once for a transaction. He already possessed photographic memory. Although he had only caught a glimpse of Lan Ruxue's phone number years ago, it was like watching a movie; he could recall it from his memory.
Half an hour later, Lan Ruxue and her husband arrived in Shicheng, wearing their pajamas, and went to the True Demon Sect's establishment.
The steward of the True Demon Sect was awakened. Seeing Lan Ruxue and her husband in their pajamas, he looked displeased. "You two have come in the middle of the night to disturb me. If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, this matter is not over."
Lan Ruxue's breathing was slightly rapid as she replied, "Naturally, we would only contact the steward for matters of extreme urgency and importance."
The steward, while brewing tea, said, "Oh, tell me about it."
Lan Ruxue said, "Your Holy Sect's Sect Master called and asked me to personally come to Shicheng to meet the steward. Sect Master Chen asked the steward to make this call."
The steward's eyes immediately showed disbelief. How could the Sect Master of their True Holy Sect, such a great figure, an transcendent demon lord, call a mere mortal from a remote area?
After observing them for a moment and seeing that the Lan Ruxue couple's expressions did not seem feigned, he still maintained a degree of caution and said coldly, "If you couple are playing a prank on me, or even trying to harm this steward, then do not blame me for being ruthless."
Seeing the steward's cold and sinister expression, Lan Ruxue and her husband trembled with fear. Lan Ruxue said, "We naturally dare not falsify in such matters."
The steward took the phone, made the call, and turned on the speakerphone.
"Beep beep!" After two rings, the call connected.
Chen Jiuyang's voice came from the other end: "Is this the steward of our Holy Sect in Shicheng?"
Upon hearing Chen Jiuyang's voice, the steward's eyes widened in astonishment. A jolt, similar to the one Lan Ruxue had felt, surged from his feet to the crown of his head. His body trembled, and then his expression became fearful, his eyes respectful. He knelt on one knee towards the phone, his tone extremely deferential:
"This subordinate, the Shicheng Holy Sect Steward, greets the Sect Master!"
His heart was churning with immense shock. It was truly the Sect Master! Years ago, when he was merely an outer disciple, he had the good fortune to witness the Sect Master's true visage, to see the Sect Master ascend the Ten Thousand Races Blood Seat. That scene, the Sect Master's divine countenance and voice, were unforgettable for eternity.
"There is something I need you to do."
"Sect Master, please instruct. This subordinate will go through fire and water without hesitation!"
"Heh heh."
Chen Jiuyang said, "You will immediately use the Holy Sect's emergency contact method to contact the Han clan's territory in Jiudu. Convey my order, instructing the Han clan's high-ranking officials to gather within half an hour. I will call again in half an hour." After saying this, Chen Jiuyang hung up.
"Your subordinate respectfully obeys the Sect Master's sacred decree!"
The steward uttered this sentence respectfully towards the hung-up phone, but Chen Jiuyang could not hear it.
...
Half an hour later.
At the Han clan's territory, before the Ten Thousand Miles Transmission Array of the Han clan's forbidden ground, led by Qiu Yihan, followed by Clan Leader Han Shaofa, Han Peiling, and the Void Returning stage ancestor Han Hailiu, and others.
In recent days, Chen Jiuyang had been missing and had not contacted them. They were not worried, as Chen Jiuyang's silence was to prevent the divination abilities of the Dao Sect and Buddhism. It indicated that the situation was under Chen Jiuyang's control.
Now, Chen Jiuyang was communicating through a mortal, which meant something major had happened!
Everyone's expression was solemn.
The Ten Thousand Miles Transmission Array flickered with light, and then Chen Jiuyang's voice rang out through Lan Ruxue's mobile phone in Shicheng:
"I am short on time. Something has gone wrong, so I'll be brief."
"Immediately arrange for Zhu Zhaoming to ascend as the Holy Son of the Holy Sect, to ascend the Ten Thousand Races Blood Seat. Order the heads of the Holy Sect's families and idle elders and disciples to attend. Instruct Zhu Zhaoming to contact the Holy Artifact and, when selecting the inheritance on the Ten Thousand Races Blood Seat, have him awaken Patriarch 'Ba An' to lend me a hand."
"My Dao Protector, Patriarch 'Wu Mian,' is entangled by the five great Pseudo-Dao old monsters and cannot disengage. The Lotus Birth Mother has locked onto my whereabouts... With my current combat power, I cannot defeat her."
"I am currently on my way to Britain. Order the Holy Sect's various branches and families to awaken their sequence prodigies and proceed to Britain to rendezvous with me, to provide me with backup."
"Those who disobey, I will exercise the Sect Master's authority on my behalf, kill!!!"
His words carried an unyielding, cold, domineering, and murderous intent.