Yang Hong's thoughts were beautiful, but reality was cruel.
Next, he brought the little胖子 Qing Zhongying to visit the other nine great Immortal Sects. Even though he presented his trump card, the Ninth-Rank Moonlight White, none of the Immortal Sects allowed Qingfeng Villa to plant teleportation arrays within their spheres of influence.
All the Immortal Sects firmly believed that Yang Hong had ill intentions.
For this reason, they also ordered the sects under the Immortal Alliance and Buddhist Alliance to drive away and clear out Qingfeng Villa's spiritual plant teleportation arrays.
This angered Yang Hong so much that upon returning to Lihuo Plain, he ordered the mountain to be sealed and all contact with the outside world severed.
He also ordered all the Qingkong Willow Tree Demons to withdraw, leaving only two tree demons at the teleportation arrays within the Qianyuan Sword Sect's sphere of influence.
This was not because he was stingy, but because he was enraged.
The high-ranking officials of these Immortal and Buddhist Sects were simply crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, eating from the bowl and then cursing their mothers.
Qingfeng Villa had provided countless food seeds for the entire Taiyuan cultivation world and had helped the cultivation world overcome several crises. Was this how these scoundrels repaid him?
In any case, Yang Hong had made up his mind this time and would no longer deal with these idiots.
...
On Daoxuan Peak of the Tianji Sect, Ancestor Chaoyang was anxiously awaiting an audience with the celestial beings from the upper realm.
He had originally intended to persuade Yang Hong and calm his anger, but unexpectedly, all the colorful plains of Qingfeng Villa had activated their defensive formations. Even he, a cultivator at the ninth rank of Mahayana, was powerless to enter.
All the disciples of Qingfeng Villa had disappeared outside the colorful plains, and even the mortals and rogue cultivators had been arranged into designated colorful plains.
Not a single person could be seen in the entire Lihuo Plain region.
Previously, when Yang Hong said he would seal the mountain, it was only to prevent disciples from leaving Lihuo Plain and to cease external trade. Normal communication had not been prohibited.
Now, contact with the outside world was completely severed, and even the outpost oases had been abandoned.
"Immortal Venerable Mingqin, the Immortal Sects have been too heartless towards Yang Hong. I implore Immortal Venerable to uphold justice."
When he finally met Fairy Mingqin, he quickly explained the situation.
"It's nothing. He's just a cultivator at the fourth level of Body Integration. Although his spiritual plant cultivation is indeed formidable, it won't be of much use in the war between immortals and demons. Let him be."
Fairy Mingqin, however, was indifferent. The cultivators of the Taiyuan Realm's Immortal Sects had already reported this matter. She didn't take the insignificant Yang Hong seriously at all.
"But..."
"If you are worried, then pass on my verbal decree. Tell him that I allow him to join the Alliance of Immortals, and I will protect his safety."
"This..."
"It's decided. You may withdraw."
Without giving Ancestor Chaoyang a chance to object, Fairy Mingqin directly made the final decision.
Ancestor Chaoyang nodded in agreement with a helpless expression and left Daoxuan Peak with a heavy heart.
He returned to Lihuo Plain again, but he had no opportunity to convey Fairy Mingqin's decision to Yang Hong.
He returned to Chaoyang Sect, arranged his sect affairs, repeatedly instructed Qu Yuelong to befriend Qingfeng Villa, and then, having removed his cultivation restrictions, ascended to the upper realm.
...
The mountain protection formation activated by Qingfeng Villa was a seventh-rank formation, the [Nine Dragon Sky Prison Formation], a powerful formation capable of both defense and containment.
Due to its reduced offensive capabilities, its defensive strength was comparable to an ordinary eighth-rank formation. Coupled with the vast spiritual energy stored in the colorful plains, not only Ancestor Chaoyang but even celestial beings would be unable to enter.
Watching Ancestor Chaoyang ascend, Yang Hong silently sent him blessings through telepathy.
He had heard everything Ancestor Chaoyang had said outside [Qianran Plain], so he attended Ancestor Chaoyang's ascension ceremony.
However, he did not reveal his identity, only exchanging a few words with Ancestor Chaoyang through telepathy.
Ancestor Chaoyang was the only friend he had encountered in the entire Taiyuan cultivation world, a friendship formed across generations.
It was a pity that both of them had their own sects and ties, and had to consider their respective interests, which led to a somewhat helpless barrier between them.
With a hint of melancholy, Yang Hong chose to enter a seven-colored plain spanning a million li, [Jiuyan Plain], when he teleported back to Lihuo Plain.
As soon as he entered this plain, Yang Hong felt an inexplicable surge of excitement.
"What is happening? A premonition?"
Even circulating the Qingfeng Breathing Technique could not calm his agitated mood. Yang Hong simply gave up suppressing his emotions and let this strange feeling run wild.
Following this feeling, he guided his flying sword and flew at a leisurely pace, not fast at all, as if he were taking a break and enjoying the scenery around him.
"Where there are people, there is the martial world. I never expected that within the jurisdiction of Qingfeng Villa, among humans living on the same plain, six nations would have formed."
Looking at the scheming and plotting within the plain, and even witnessing a war involving tens of thousands of people, Yang Hong couldn't help but feel a myriad of emotions.
However, he did not descend to the ground to stop them.
This was one of the rules he had set for himself.
Cultivators do not interfere with the development of mortals, just as when he was in the Great Sui Dynasty, although there was a Golden Core cultivator from the Tianji Sect stationed in the imperial palace, he did not interfere with the development of the Great Sui.
Even when Emperor Yang Jian of Great Sui died on the battlefield, the cultivator did not come out to stop or rescue him.
For humanity to develop, it also relies on war, and struggle is the driving force and method, or means, for the growth of humanity, and even all races.
Lost in thought, he witnessed an interesting scene.
A Grandmaster martial artist was running at a speed faster than a galloping horse, carrying a little girl on his back; behind them, a group of riders on Swift Wind Horses were in hot pursuit.
The fleeing Grandmaster seemed to see Yang Hong and ran directly towards him.
"Immortal, Immortal, save me. My little granddaughter has cultivation talent and spirit roots. Please, Immortal, save her."
As expected, this Grandmaster was heading towards him. It was rather interesting that a child had been tested for spirit roots early on but had not been accepted by Qingfeng Villa.
"You guys, come here."
"You, go your own way."
Driven by curiosity, Yang Hong suppressed his flying sword and landed between the two groups of people.
However, some people did not appreciate his goodwill.
"Who are you, wild cultivator? Get lost! My master is an outer disciple of Qingfeng Villa, and his status is extremely noble. If you offend my master, you will surely be annihilated!"
The pursuing riders saw Yang Hong and were not afraid. Instead, they dared to speak disrespectfully.
To dare to offend a cultivator, and one who could fly a sword, while being a mortal.
This made Yang Hong suspect if he had transmigrated, or if these people were transmigrators!
"Boss Wang, stop wasting words with him. Let one of our Immortal-Slaying Arrows send him to hell. Capturing that Heavenly Spirit Root Cauldron is more important!"
Someone among the riders took out a crossbow and shot at Yang Hong.
"That's right, he's just a wild cultivator. Killing him is enough."
Saying this, seventeen riders successively took out their crossbows and shot at Yang Hong.
*Clang*
Yang Hong, who was momentarily stunned, did not expect that the crossbow bolts in these people's hands could penetrate a cultivator's protective true essence, and the arrows struck his steel-like body.
"Hiss... Mortals have already developed such technology?"
"Die."
Offended, Yang Hong lightly waved his hand, and a giant hand made of true essence, like a mountain, descended, crushing the seventeen riders and their mounts into meat paste.
"Th-thank you... Imm-Immortal... for sav-saving..."
Seeing Yang Hong's violent display, the fleeing Grandmaster stammered incoherently.
Yang Hong waved his hand, about to fly away on his sword, but when he saw the young girl behind the Grandmaster, he froze and could no longer take his eyes off her.