Chapter 1595: 800: Turning the Hand Over as Rain

Chapter 1595: Chapter 800: Turning the Hand Over as Rain

Ling Daoshi’s Golden Liquid Jade Pill, like Zhongli Tianyu’s, is considered a baseline offering.

If Chen Mobai vetoes it, the Heaven-Repairing Lineage will hardly be able to lift its head in the Three Great Halls in the future.

“It seems that Minister Nangong opposes it, so let’s vote, then.”

Chen Mobai said with a smile, but at this moment, Bo Xiangqian hesitated.

Not just him—Lan Haitian and several others in the room who had been neutral also exchanged uncertain glances.

Everyone here was a seasoned player, fully understanding the significance of Ling Daoshi’s offering.

[“Always leave others some room; it’ll make encounters in the future easier.”]

Lan Haitian, growing anxious, directly transmitted a message to Chen Mobai. After all, he was Ying Guanghua’s close confidant—if Ling Daoshi’s pill was vetoed, the Head of Immortal Affairs couldn’t help but lose face.

At that point, it might very well lead to a full-blown conflict among the four lineages within the Three Great Halls.

If that happens, the rules upheld by the Immortal Sect for thousands of years could easily collapse.

[“Some matters weren’t initiated by me.”]

Chen Mobai transmitted back calmly.

[“But Zhongli Tianyu’s pill at the last meeting was reasonably accepted by your side.”]

Lan Haitian continued to advise earnestly.

[“Had he not been from the Zhongli Family, I believe it would have been vetoed too.”]

Chen Mobai retorted bluntly. Lan Haitian fell silent upon hearing that, as it was an undeniable truth.

“I oppose.”

Given the circumstances, Lan Haitian had no choice but to take a side. Seeing Nangong Xuanyu’s barely contained fury, he promptly stood to express his opposition.

His statement caused the previously neutral members to hesitate even more.

Lan Haitian, within the Three Great Halls, practically represented Ying Guanghua.

Chen Mobai wasn’t surprised at all by Lan Haitian’s stance. After all, he had been a close aide to Ying Guanghua for a century, his allegiance deeply ingrained.

But even if Ying Guanghua himself were present today, Chen Mobai was determined to suppress the Heaven-Repairing Lineage in this instance.

“Vice Hall Master Bo…”

Seeing Bo Xiangqian slow to respond, Chen Mobai’s tone subtly hardened. The latter could only offer a bitter smile before following procedure to announce a vote.

This time, however, many individuals outside the four lineages abstained from voting.

It was the prudent path to self-preservation.

The undercurrents among the four lineages would leave anyone dragged into them utterly annihilated.

Yet even with the abstentions, the Heaven-Repairing Lineage was no match for the combined forces of the other three.

Jumang Academy had long been advancing alongside the Weapon Dancing Sect. Ye Yune was even eager for the Heaven-Repairing Lineage to direct its attention and aggression toward Chen Mobai—fueling the flames by signaling her faction to support the veto.

Thus, Ling Daoshi’s offering was ultimately rejected.

However, this rejection wasn’t as crushing as it could have been.

In the end, Chen Mobai selected an official from Qing Sang Academy, someone who had studied at Jumang Academy, as a replacement.

He chose her because she had left an impression—during his tenure as Qing Sang Academy’s principal, she had returned a few times as a distinguished graduate, coincidentally during occasions when he was present.

Seeing this, Nangong Xuanyu, previously fuming, suddenly calmed down. He even sat back down and addressed Lan Haitian.

“I’ll trouble Secretary Lan to record the minutes of this meeting. There might be a third meeting; we’ll amend this list when the time comes.”

His remark instantly sent chills through everyone’s hearts.

It was clear—very clear—that the Heaven-Repairing Lineage wouldn’t settle for this missed opportunity. Like Chen Mobai, they aimed to overturn the current roster at the next meeting.

In the third meeting, if they wished to counteract the alliance of the three lineages, their strategy would hinge on winning over the neutrals.

With that realization, everyone present outside of the four lineages wore expressions of growing dread.

“We are all decision-makers within the Immortal Sect; our daily responsibilities already leave us burdened. Convening repeatedly over such minor affairs wastes time and energy and creates the public impression that our efficiency is abysmal. I propose treating today’s resolutions as final.”

Chen Mobai naturally countered Nangong Xuanyu, and Wang Xin Fu, along with other members of the Weapon Dancing Sect, immediately nodded in agreement.

“The Immortal Sect’s longstanding tradition is to announce the roster at year-end. I will pass today’s meeting notes to the Hall Master for review—let’s adjourn here.”

Bo Xiangqian, under Lan Haitian’s implicit signal, promptly announced the meeting’s conclusion to prevent Chen Mobai and Nangong Xuanyu—two Nascent Soul Superiors—from clashing directly.

Still, cultivators of Chen Mobai’s caliber could easily control their emotions.

In fact, Nangong Xuanyu’s apparent indignation might very well have been an act.

After the adjournment, Nangong Xuanyu let out a cold snort and was the first to leave the meeting room.

Watching this, Chen Mobai shook his head slightly and remarked,

“Who would have thought that among the Immortal Sect, there are still Nascent Soul Cultivators who haven’t mastered Void Walking—a decline from generation to generation.”

As Chen Mobai uttered those words, Nangong Xuanyu had just stepped out the door. As a Nascent Soul Cultivator, he heard them loud and clear, and his fists instantly clenched tightly.

Void Walking was considered a hallmark technique of Nascent Soul Cultivators.

But mastering it required arduous cultivation and attuning oneself to the frequencies of the void.

Nangong Xuanyu’s Sword Dao was undoubtedly peerless among Nascent Soul Cultivators, but his skill in spatial techniques remained his weak point.