Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Invitation from the Immortal Alliance

“When we crossed the sea, there was no thunderstorm.”

Ye Qingyu’s beautiful eyes shimmered lightly as she spoke the truth.

With an ancient celestial of the Heavenly Dao intervening, aside from a thunderstorm at the very beginning of the crossing, the rest of the journey was calm, the storms subsiding and causing no further trouble.

“What? No thunderstorm?”

Wu Shuhui paused, finding it a little hard to believe.

But on second thought, she realized this might indeed be the answer. After all, the cultivators before her truly did not have the strength to survive a thunderstorm at sea.

“You are all remarkably fortunate, to have avoided the thunderstorm,” Wu Shuhui said, her face showing envy. She then began to ask about the Wildlands—its terrain, the presence of formidable cultivators, ancient powers, rare treasures, spirit herbs, spirit beasts, and so on.

During this exchange, the elderly man next to her also voiced his own questions.

Ye Qingyu answered each one with measured reserve, pausing to consider before giving a succinct reply.

Once their questions were nearly exhausted—

Wu Shuhui’s tone shifted slightly as she said, “Besides these questions, I have come today to invite you, Palace Lord Ye, to join the Immortal Alliance.”

Ye Qingyu instinctively wanted to refuse.

But before she could speak, Wu Shuhui quickly transmitted a message to her: “Palace Lord Ye, please don’t be too hasty to decline. The Immortal Alliance is very relaxed in its management and offers generous benefits. Ordinary cultivators would do anything for a chance to join.”

“Moreover, joining the Immortal Alliance is akin to being a guest elder; it won’t interfere with your position as the Palace Lord of Xuanqing Palace.”

To merely serve as a guest elder, without affecting her title at Xuanqing Palace…

Ye Qingyu held her silence, waiting for Wu Shuhui to continue.

“The Immortal Alliance is one of the ancient powers of the Heavenly Profound Continent. Its main purpose in inviting experts from all walks of life is to resist the fiends emerging from the rifts.”

“This is our duty. If we do not stand guard and the fiends invade, it will be a catastrophe—untold suffering and misery for the people.”

Wu Shuhui smiled, “But truth be told, the actual resistance is not much related to us. For Gold Core cultivators like us, our main task is to serve as patrol envoys—overseeing the continent, checking for any signs of spatial rifts.”

“The duties are simple, but the rewards are high. After patrolling for a set period, you accrue enough contribution points to exchange for higher-level cultivation techniques and all manner of spiritual resources.”

To be honest, it was Ye Qingyu’s arrival from the Wildlands that had drawn the attention of higher authorities. Otherwise, Wu Shuhui believed it would be difficult for Ye Qingyu to obtain such a desirable post.

Thus, as she spoke, there was genuine hope that Ye Qingyu would accept, if only to forge a good relationship.

To have crossed the sea—

Wu Shuhui couldn’t help but feel there was something mysterious about this Xuanqing Palace. It did not seem as simple as it appeared.

“Exchange for high-grade cultivation arts…”

Ye Qingyu’s interest was piqued. Ever since she broke through to the Gold Core realm in the Barbarian Mountains, further cultivation had become difficult.

The main reason was the lack of high-level techniques.

“These are the patrol regions for envoys like us. The jade slip marks detailed topography and the distribution of powers…”

Wu Shuhui produced a jade slip and handed it to Ye Qingyu, continuing, “All the dangerous zones are clearly recorded within as well. Palace Lord Ye, you may take a look…”