Chapter 2265: Wang Qingxiao Guards the Family

He couldn't defeat Wang Changsheng, so he naturally dared not defy Wang Changsheng's orders. Even ants cling to life, let alone him, who had finally advanced to the Deity Transformation stage.

Wang Changsheng opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood. He formed a hand seal, and the blood spun around, transforming into a crimson lotus flower. It flew towards Xiao Miexian and vanished into his head. A flash of crimson light, and a crimson lotus mark appeared on Xiao Miexian's head.

“I'll give you one hour to order your subordinates to immediately withdraw and cease their invasion of the human race. You can flee, but consider the consequences; if you dare to betray me, death will not be your only penalty.” Wang Changsheng's tone was cold.

“Yes, Master,” Xiao Miexian quickly agreed, transforming into a streak of golden light and disappearing.

In less than half an hour, Xiao Miexian returned, his expression respectful. “Master, it is done. Upon receiving my orders, they will retreat to their lairs. What should I do next? Please instruct me.”

Xiao Miexian said cautiously. To easily kill Jinhua without using any treasures, this person was definitely no ordinary Deity Transformation cultivator.

“I need to go to the South Sea. On the way, tell me what you know.” Wang Changsheng instructed.

“Yes, Master. May this subordinate presume to ask your name? I have never heard of you before. Had I known of your existence, I wouldn't have dared to act so recklessly, even if it meant my death.” Xiao Miexian's expression was respectful.

“My name is Wang Changsheng. You might be more familiar with the title ‘True Immortal Taihao’.” Wang Changsheng said softly.

Xiao Miexian froze, his mouth wide open, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. Was True Immortal Taihao still alive? According to the timeline, he should have already passed away. Could it be…?

Wang Changsheng saw Xiao Miexian’s confusion and explained, “I descended from the Xuanyang Realm this time to handle some minor troubles. If you serve me well, I will give you an opportunity to help you ascend to the Xuanyang Realm.”

“Descended? Ascend to the Xuanyang Realm?” Xiao Miexian's voice trembled. A powerful being from the Spirit Realm had descended; no wonder he had effortlessly killed Jinhua.

“Yes, Master! I will serve you with all my heart and soul, and dedicate my life to your service. This subordinate will first take you to Qinglian Island in the South Sea.” Golden light burst from Xiao Miexian's body, and he transformed into a golden giant owl with a wingspan of over a hundred zhang. It had two heads, and its claws shimmered with golden light.

Wang Changsheng was very satisfied with Xiao Miexian’s attitude, and leaped onto the golden giant owl’s back. The golden giant owl gently flapped its wings, stirring up a gust of strong wind, and carried Wang Changsheng high into the sky.

Less than half a month later, all the demon races withdrew from human territory, and millions of lives were spared.

South Sea, Qinglian Island, the Wang family.

In the council hall, Wang Qingxiao sat on the main seat, while over twenty Wang family members sat respectfully on either side.

What flourishes will eventually decline. More than two thousand years ago, the Wang family experienced its most prosperous period, boasting two Deity Transformation cultivators and over twenty Nascent Soul cultivators, unrivaled in influence. However, many family members failed to break through to the Deity Transformation stage, and the older generation of Nascent Soul cultivators passed away one after another. Now, the Wang family has only three Nascent Soul cultivators, facing a severe shortage of successors. This situation is very common. Every faction experiences periods of prosperity and decline.

The Shen family was almost annihilated, but later, several geniuses emerged, and they now have over twenty Nascent Soul cultivators. The Murong family, supported by the Wang family, had a stroke of luck, with several Heavenly Spirit Root cultivators appearing. They currently have twelve Nascent Soul cultivators. The Zhenhai Sect also saw the emergence of six Nascent Soul cultivators.

With Wang Qingxiao present, the Wang family remained one of the top ten immortal cultivation families in the South Sea. No faction dared to provoke Wang Qingxiao. Demon beasts naturally have longer lifespans than cultivators of the same rank. Wang Qingxiao had also consumed longevity-enhancing elixirs, and still had over eight hundred years of lifespan remaining. He was currently a mid-Deity Transformation cultivator.

“Old Ancestor,” a tall, thin elderly man in a green robe spoke, his face filled with worry. “the Sea Race’s offensive is fierce. They have already taken down the Baili family and are now advancing towards our Wang family.”

Wang Zongming, a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator, was a descendant of Wang Changsheng and the current head of the Wang family.

“The Sea Race has two Deity Transformation cultivators and a Sky-reaching Spiritual Treasure. They will not be easy to deal with.”

“Our Wang family alone cannot hold them off!”

“Indeed! The Sea Race has already annihilated multiple factions.” Many clan elders discussed animatedly, their faces etched with worry.

The Wang family had been in decline for years, relying entirely on Wang Qingxiao for support. No one believed the family could overcome this crisis.

“What about Ten Thousand Beasts Island? Have the people sent there returned?” Wang Qingxiao asked with a frown.

“Ten Thousand Beasts Island has also been attacked by the Sea Race, suffering heavy losses, and is unable to assist us. There are Deity Transformation demonic cultivators causing havoc in the Central Plains, fifth-order sand beasts plaguing the Western Desert, and major factions in the Northern Frontier are embroiled in internal strife.” Wang Zongming’s voice was full of bitterness. It was truly a case of 'when it rains, it pours'. Currently, peace was elusive across the Dongli Realm. Everyone was preoccupied with their own troubles, and no one could afford to help others.

A massive roar echoed, and alarms blared loudly.

“Enemy attack! Enemy attack!”

“The Sea Race is here! What do we do now?”

“Why don't we activate the clan protection formation and submerge Qinglian Island to the seabed! We can hide for a thousand years, or eight hundred, and then reassess.” Many clan members offered their suggestions. The Sea Race had mobilized a large force this time, and for the Wang family to survive this crisis, they could only activate the island protection formation and make Qinglian Island vanish beneath the sea.

“Why panic? I am here, so don’t be alarmed. Follow me; let’s go out and see.” Wang Qingxiao said in a deep voice, transforming into a streak of white light. He soared outside.

Outside Qinglian Island, a towering ten-thousand-zhang-high wave lay across the sea. Over a thousand members of the Sea Race stood upon the massive wave, most of them half-demons. Leading them was a beautiful young woman in a blue dress. She had several blue scales on her arms, half a blue scale on her face, and blue eyes.

Jing Yuzhu, a mid-Deity Transformation cultivator, whose true form was a Fifth-Tier mid-grade Sea-Swallowing Whale.

“Fairy Jing, what grandiosity! Bringing so many people to our Wang family, what is your intention?” Wang Qingxiao asked with a cold expression.

“Your Wang family? Your true form is a Fifth-Tier Flood Dragon, yet you are willing to guard the Wang family’s gates? Why bother? Why not join our Sea Race? I am willing to dual cultivate with you. If we join forces, no one in the Dongli Realm will be our match, and ascending to the Spirit Realm in the future will be no problem.” Jing Yuzhu’s tone was filled with temptation, and she spoke from the heart.

The Flood Dragon clan of the South Sea had already fallen into decline. In the entire Dongli Realm, Wang Qingxiao was the only Fifth-Tier Flood Dragon. In her eyes, only Wang Qingxiao was worthy of being her Dao companion.

“Hmph, I grew up in the Wang family; the Wang family is my home. If you truly intend to deal with the Wang family, I will be the first to object!” Wang Qingxiao's tone was cold.

“Grew up in the Wang family? Human cultivators only treat you as a servant; when have they ever treated you as family? You wouldn’t actually believe the lies of human cultivators and truly consider them kin, would you? I truly don’t know what kind of bewitching potion Fairy Bailing gave you, to make you willingly guard the Wang family for over two thousand years!” Jing Yuzhu sneered, her face full of disdain.

“Silence! I forbid you to speak of my sister that way!” Wang Qingxiao's expression turned cold. White light burst from his body, and he transformed into a hundred-zhang-long white Flood Dragon, with a pair of white fleshy wings on its back.

Amidst a deafening dragon roar, the white Flood Dragon lunged at Jing Yuzhu.