"Friend Yun Hai, rest assured, the old man will get to the bottom of this matter!"
Master Mo Hai said calmly.
Yun Hai appeared rather helpless and could only bow in respect, "Then we wonât disturb you any further, Friend Mo Hai!"
Immediately, he led Yun Fan and Yun Bi away.
Master Mo Hai watched them leave, then glanced at the people from the Ten Thousand Treasures Store and said, "Letâs go inside and talk!"
"Please, Friend Mo Hai!"
White True Man guided Mo Hai and Qingxu into the Ten Thousand Treasures Store, with Yang Zhenshan following the group, watching them head to the Heavenly Harmony Hall.
He naturally wouldnât follow them to join the excitement. Although the matter involved the death of a Guest Elder, it was the managers who needed to handle the situation, and it had little to do with the other Guest Elders.
Moreover, this might involve the White Cloud Dao, and most Guest Elders of the Ten Thousand Treasures Store were cultivators from the White Cloud Immortal City, getting involved wouldnât bode well.
Thus, those who went into the Heavenly Harmony Hall were the managers of the Ten Thousand Treasures Store, while the Guest Elders departed in pairs and threes.
"Senior, how do you feel?"
Upon leaving the Heavenly Harmony Hall, Yang Zhenshan encountered Luo Cheng and asked.
Luo Cheng appeared worried, "It doesnât feel good. It seems like a huge net is being cast over the White Cloud Immortal City."
"A huge net?"
Yang Zhenshan pondered deeply, not doubting Luo Chengâs feelings. As the saying goes, the water warms first for the ducks in the spring river; these mid-to-low-tier immortal cultivation families and clans in the White Cloud Immortal City are like ducks in the river water, inevitably sensing any significant changes.
"You mean someone is targeting the White Cloud Immortal City!"
"Yes, the previous attack on Xiaâer might be related to this!" Luo Cheng said worriedly.
Yang Zhenshan stroked his beard, his mind full of thoughts.
"Friend Fengxia probably isnât that important. Even if someone wants to target the White Cloud Immortal City, thereâs no reason to ambush Friend Fengxia!"
Itâs not that he looked down on Luo Fengxia, but truly, Luo Fengxia doesnât rank high in the White Cloud Immortal City.
Saying heâs a nobody might be too much, but saying heâs insignificant isnât wrong at all.
"Iâve investigated the assailants who ambushed them but found no traces!"
Luo Chengâs weary eyes sparkled with insight, "Youâre right, Fengxia isnât important, insignificant to the White Cloud Immortal City, and not even a core pillar for the Luo family!"
"Yet, he was indeed ambushed!"
"My Luo family has some enemies, but none who can easily mobilize five Foundation Establishment cultivators!"
Yang Zhenshanâs thoughts fluctuated, while it seemed on the surface that the attack on Luo Fengxia had nothing to do with the recent turmoil in the White Cloud Immortal City, but whether they were related couldnât just be judged superficially; perhaps thereâs something they hadnât considered.
The recent upheaval in the White Cloud Immortal City appeared very peculiar.
The Earth-shaking Tigers might have the power to challenge the White Cloud Immortal City, but theyâre definitely not its match; otherwise, they wouldnât have been suppressed by the White Cloud Immortal City in Dalisi Mountain.
Yet now, they surprisingly managed to ambush a team from the White Cloud Immortal City nearby.
This was clearly unreasonable.
Furthermore, Zhao Tianhaiâs death was too coincidental; everyone felt something was off, but the facts presented left people with no choice but to believe them.
Yang Zhenshan couldnât see through this, nor could Luo Cheng, and the two simply chatted briefly before parting ways.
Upon returning to his secluded courtyard, Yang Zhenshan pondered for a while longer but eventually gave up on this brain-draining activity.
If he couldnât see it, then he couldnât see it; after all, this matter didnât have much to do with him.
Although the turmoil in the White Cloud Immortal City would affect the entire Yunxiao Mountain Rangeâs power dynamics, the Sea of Spirit, located in the westernmost part of the Yunxiao Mountain Range, would likely be less affected.
As for the Ten Thousand Treasures Store, it was a massive force, unaffected by the turmoil in the White Cloud Immortal City, and even if the city were to fall, the store wouldnât change much.
In the following days, while staying at the Ten Thousand Treasures Store observing the changes in the White Cloud Immortal City, Yang Zhenshan didnât forget to exchange for a Third-rank Spiritual Material for Xuanzhen.
Five days later, while the Ten Thousand Treasures Store hadnât reached a conclusion internally, shocking news arrived from Dalisi Mountain.
The Dalisi Mountain market was breached, and over thirty Foundation Establishment cultivators from the White Cloud Immortal City died under the claws of demon beasts, including three disciples of the White Cloud True MonarchâMaster Yun Qiao, Master Yun Qian, and Master Yuncui.
The attackers were not only the Earth-shaking Tigers but also included the Golden-winged Eagles; for some unknown reason, the two major demon clans suddenly joined forces, catching the White Cloud True Monarch off guard.
Thousands of cultivators in the Dalisi Mountain market were buried under the combined assault of the two major demon clans.
The White Cloud True Monarch was severely wounded while being besieged by two Demon Kings and fled, whereabouts still unknown.
As soon as this news reached the White Cloud Immortal City, it was like oil boiling in a heated pan.
Accompanied by rampant rumors, the entire White Cloud Immortal City became gripped in fear.
Numerous immortal cultivation families and clans began dealing with their city foundations, shifting their focus outside the city.
It seemed everyone understood that if the White Cloud Immortal City lost the White Cloud True Monarch, the city would inevitably fall into chaos, leading to a fiercely tragic catastrophe.
As the situation grew more chaotic, the White Cloud Dao attempted various measures to halt the chaos, but their efforts were largely meaningless.
Time passed in such bustling disorder until a day three months later.