Although it is also called Purple Cloud Mountain, the Purple Cloud Mountain where Lv Bai currently stands has no forest of maple leaves red like fire.

Its area is quite large, and rather than calling it a mountain, it would be more accurate to call it the Purple Cloud Mountain Range.

Walking through the mountain, all that meets the eye is almost entirely lush green peaks.

Strange rocks stand tall, ancient pines exude vigor; it could easily serve as a scenic area.

Lv Bai had no intention of joining the Cyan Hope Sect disciples. Given their cultivation, they couldn’t offer him any assistance anyway, so he might as well let them amuse themselves.

After making a decision, he flew low and directly headed towards the highest peak among the mountains.

If nothing unexpected happened, the young generation’s elites would all end up at this highest peak located at the center of Purple Cloud Mountain.

Obviously, dispersing a thousand Immortal Sect disciples within Purple Cloud doesn’t equate to pouring a glass of water into the sea.

In terms of the cultivator’s mobility, it is at most like pouring a glass of water into a fish tank.

In just a short while, Lv Bai felt considerable Mana fluctuations, clearly indicating that many Immortal Sect disciples had already engaged in conflict.

Lv Bai’s ostentatious way of flying naturally drew attention along his path, but no one had made a move against him yet.

After all, rumor had it that he defeated Theo Flame of the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment in one move and seemingly stepped into the Golden Core Stage. Without a bit of confidence, no one dared challenge a powerhouse like Lv Bai.

However, the absence of provocation doesn’t mean no one sought his help.

Just as Lv Bai was about to fly over a stone forest, an urgent female voice called out from below.

"Is that Senior Brother Lv Bai of the Cyan Hope Sect coming?"

The voice carried the thrill of hope found in despair, which made Lv Bai instinctively look down.

Then he saw the young woman who called out being punched away, blood spattering as her waterfall-like black hair was stained with droplets of blood, becoming scattered.

Seeing this, Lv Bai halted, floating in mid-air.

A rough scan of the situation below revealed it was fairly straightforward.

Two groups: one consisted of three muscular men, and the other of five female cultivators with varying charms.

Although the group of female cultivators had more numbers, they were clearly overpowered and had to call for assistance.

Seeing their senior sister seriously injured and on the brink, a younger junior sister quickly shouted to Lv Bai.

"Our Brahma Palace has been friendly with the Cyan Hope Sect for generations. In this disaster, I implore Senior Brother Lv Bai for assistance!"

Before Lv Bai could respond, the three muscular brothers on the other side spoke up.

The leader stepped forward, cupping his fist towards Lv Bai, saying, "Fellow Daoist Lv, this matter doesn’t concern you. If you leave now, our Golden Scale Sacred Land will owe you a favor."

Lv Bai could easily sense that the three disciples of the Golden Scale Sacred Land were all at the Foundation Establishment Stage, whereas among the five disciples of Brahma Palace, only two were at Foundation Establishment, both in the Early Stage.

In such a situation, even a single cultivator at the Golden Core Stage could tip the balance, let alone a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator.

Both groups stared at Lv Bai, waiting for his decision.

Comparatively, the Golden Scale Sacred Land’s side seemed more relaxed.

In their view, given the reputation of the Golden Scale Sacred Land, a sensible person wouldn’t want to easily offend them, especially since they weren’t asking Lv Bai for help—just for him to pretend he hadn’t seen anything and leave.

"Does your Golden Scale Sacred Land always behave so unreasonably?" The younger sister from Brahma Palace was so angry she was on the verge of tears.

The leading muscular man sneered disdainfully, "Blame your Young Courtyard Master for not knowing what’s good. How dare she refuse to become a Dao companion with the Saint Heir."

Listening to the exchange, Lv Bai suddenly felt a headache.

He had thought the two groups were fighting over some treasure, but it turned out to be such a trivial matter.

This made him feel somewhat uninterested. He activated his Spiritual Power, ready to continue flying toward the center of Purple Cloud Mountain.

At this moment, seeing Lv Bai’s action as an answer, the leading muscular man smiled with satisfaction, "Fellow Daoist Lv, you made a wise choice. I will inform the Saint Heir of this. Even if the Saint Heir doesn’t permit you to follow, you will surely be rewarded."

Lv Bai had flown a small distance, but upon hearing this, he turned back.

The smile on his face grew even brighter, "It seems you’ve misunderstood something."

"What do you mean?"

The leading muscular man was slightly puzzled.

Lv Bai didn’t explain. He raised his hand, mobilizing Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi to form a gigantic Spiritual Energy Palm Seal, which descended instantly.

The palm seal, composed purely of Spiritual Qi, was like a towering mountain, exuding a grand and overwhelming aura, covering the three disciples of the Golden Scale Sacred Land within its attack range.

The gap between Foundation Establishment and the Golden Core is not insurmountable, but it’s not something just anyone can bridge.

Even under the threat of death, the three disciples from Golden Scale Sacred Land, despite using every possible means, were powerless.

The palm seal pressed down like a mountain, instantly crushing the disciples’ proud, hardened bodies, leading to their demise.

The situation changed so quickly that the Brahma Palace female disciples didn’t quite react. By the time they realized they had been saved from a desperate situation, Lv Bai had already flown far away.

...

On the high platform of Purple Cloud City.

A middle-aged man, his skin glimmering with hints of golden light, snorted coldly and stood to look at Elder Wang.

"Wang Du Gui, your Cyan Hope Sect disciples are quite impressive."

The Immortal Sect naturally doesn’t lack Secret Techniques for recording images.

To prevent cheating, the situation within Purple Cloud Mountain was broadcasted live.

So after seeing Lv Bai palm the three promising disciples of his sect to death, the Golden Scale Sacred Land elder’s restraint in not erupting with violence already spoke to his good composure. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Elder Wang felt a headache but since the incident had already occurred, he couldn’t just back down, so he braced himself and retorted, "What? Can’t take a loss? If you can’t handle it, don’t play at all."

"Fine, fine, fine."

The Golden Scale Sacred Land elder was so infuriated he laughed, not saying more as he sat back down.

An elderly woman, her face full of wrinkles, had a complex expression.

She was the lead elder for Brahma Palace this time. She only gave Elder Wang a grateful look without speaking, mainly because she dared not offend the Golden Scale Sacred Land.

...

The Golden Scale Saint Heir sat cross-legged in the air, his entire body shrouded in flickering golden light, exuding a heavy and menacing aura.

He quickly received the message sent by his sect’s disciples before their deaths, a naked intent to kill flashing in his eyes.

"Lv Bai, is it?"

He shifted from a cross-legged position to standing, and during the transition, his body sounded like thunder, crackling, shaking even the air.

Noticing his actions, a Golden Scale Sacred Land disciple who had just seriously injured an opponent turned around, cautiously asking, "Saint Heir, what are you doing?"

The Golden Scale Saint Heir’s murderous intent surged.

"There’s an ignorant fellow who needs to be granted despair."