Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 268 The Three Holy Lands and Two Super Sects of Central Plains

After Lin Chen finished speaking, the alley was quiet for a few seconds.

Then a few soft laughs came from different directions.

On the rooftop to the east, a figure suddenly appeared, then floated down.

He was a middle-aged man, dressed in a blue robe, carrying a long sword on his back, with a cold and stern face and eyes as sharp as a drawn sword.

"Heavenly Sword Pavilion, Sword Without Life," he said, his voice cold and devoid of any emotion.

Lin Chen glanced at him.

The early stage of a terrestrial immortal possesses a sharp aura, unlike ordinary terrestrial immortals in the middle and late stages.

Two more people appeared on the west wall.

One male and one female.

The man was tall and wore a black outfit. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes and looked quite upright.

The woman was wearing a light blue dress, with a beautiful face and a gentle temperament, and she was holding a jade flute in her hand.

"Kunlun Domain, Zhou Lie." The man cupped his hands in greeting.

"Kunlun Domain, Yun Yao." The woman nodded slightly, but her almond-shaped eyes lingered on Lin Chen for a couple more seconds.

Lin Chen raised an eyebrow.

Kunlun Domain, one of the three holy lands of Zhongzhou, is said to have been passed down for tens of thousands of years and has an unfathomable foundation.

These two seemed quite polite, but the arrogance in their eyes was impossible to hide.

Especially that woman, she looked at him as if he were some kind of exotic species.

They probably had never seen such a handsome man in such a "remote and impoverished place" as the Eastern Region.

Lin Chen's narcissistic inner monologue.

Just then, two more people walked in from the alley entrance.

A bald monk, dressed in a gray robe, held a string of prayer beads in his hand, with a kind and benevolent expression.

An elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in a white robe, exuded an otherworldly air, looking like a deity who had stepped out of a painting.

"Mount Sumeru, the dust has settled." The monk clasped his hands together, smiling broadly, his eyes almost squinting into slits.

"Penglai Immortal Island, White Eyebrows." The old man stroked his beard, glanced at Lin Chen, and nodded slightly.

Lin Chen looked at the scene and suddenly smiled.

"Alright, all three holy lands are here. Add the Qingyun Sect and the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, are they planning a martial arts tournament in my Eastern Region? Or is group tours just a recent trend in the Central Plains?"

No one responded.

Yun Zhongge stood aside, smiling without saying a word.

Jian Wusheng still had that cold and aloof demeanor, as if someone owed him eight million spirit stones.

Zhou Lie seemed quite polite to the two from Kunlun Domain, but his eyes kept scanning Lin Chen, probably assessing his strength.

Yun Yao was very generous and even smiled at Lin Chen, a smile so gentle it seemed like you could squeeze water from it.

The monk Liaochen chanted a Buddhist prayer, and the white-browed old man stroked his beard, both smiling.

But Lin Chen knew exactly what was going on.

These people are all friendly on the surface, but deep down they don't take him seriously at all.

Because of the cards he revealed, the only terrestrial immortals on the surface are Guan Yu and Li Bai.

He himself was merely a Celestial cultivator who was slightly stronger than an ordinary peak Celestial cultivator.

A peak Celestial Being, accompanied by two Land Immortals, thinks he can hold onto this territory in the Eastern Region?

In the eyes of these people from the sacred lands of Central China, they were indeed not enough.

Their sect has a Celestial Ancestor presiding over it.

It's like playing a game; you're a top-tier player carrying two diamond-ranked players.

But the opposing team consists of five professional players, and there's even a coach providing guidance from the sidelines—how are we supposed to win?

Lin Chen wasn't annoyed.

He enjoys seeing these people act like this—pretending to be something they're not, just wait and see if they can still maintain that pretense.

"Gentlemen," Lin Chen began, his tone as casual as if he were chatting on the street.

"It's not really appropriate to be chatting in an alley in the middle of the night, is it?"

Those in the know say it's a high-ranking person from a sacred place coming to provide guidance; those who don't might think we're about to hold some kind of illegal gathering.

Yun Zhongge smiled and asked, "So, what does the Prince of Zhenbei mean?"

Lin Chen glanced towards the outskirts of the city:

There's a place outside the city that's quite spacious.

"If you're interested, shall we chat somewhere else? It's too cramped here; I'm afraid of disturbing the neighbors' sleep if we talk."

The group looked at each other.

Jian Wusheng coldly replied, "Change locations? Are you afraid we'll take action?"

Lin Chen looked completely innocent: "How could that be? I just felt that this alley was too narrow, and I couldn't move around freely."

As he spoke, he smiled at the group, revealing a set of white teeth.

"What if a war breaks out and the capital is demolished? That would be terrible. If the court demands compensation from me, where would I go to seek justice?"

Everyone was stunned.

A fight is about to break out?

He's at the peak of the Celestial Realm, leading two Land Immortals, and he's going to fight so many Land Immortals?

Zhou Lie couldn't help but laugh out loud: "The Prince of Zhenbei is joking."

Lin Chen looked at him and smiled as well: "I'm not joking."

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

Yun Yao glanced at Lin Chen, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes.

This Prince of Zhenbei was not quite what she had imagined.

The monk Liaochen chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Since the Prince of Zhenbei has made this suggestion, then let's change the location."

The white-browed old man nodded: "Good."

Without wasting words, Lin Chen lightly touched the ground with his toes and soared into the air, heading towards the outside of the city.

Several whooshing sounds rang out behind them.

……

Thirty li outside the capital.

Lin Chen landed on a large rock and stood with his hands behind his back.

Several figures landed one after another behind him and stood about three zhang away.

The moonlight shone on the mountains and fields, turning everything into a silvery white.

A mountain breeze swept by, carrying with it the fresh scent of grass and trees.

Lin Chen turned around and looked at the six people.

Yun Zhongge, Jian Wusheng, Zhou Lie, Yun Yao, Liao Chen, Bai Mei.

Six continental deities.

Even in the Central Plains, they would be a force to be reckoned with.

"Alright," Lin Chen said casually.

"This place is spacious enough. What would you like to talk about? Hurry up, it's the middle of the night, I need to get back to sleep."

Yun Zhongge spoke first: "King Zhenbei, we have come to the Eastern Region with no ill intentions."

Lin Chen nodded: "I know, you're here to scout ahead."

Yun Zhongge smiled and said, "The Prince of Zhenbei is a man of few words."

Lin Chen waved his hand, "Stop with the formalities, let's skip the empty pleasantries and get straight to the point."

"You people have come all the way from Zhongzhou, surely not just to admire the moonlight of my Eastern Region?"

The group looked at each other.

The white-browed old man stroked his beard and said:

"Since that's the case, I'll speak frankly."

He took a step forward and looked at Lin Chen:

"Does the Prince of Zhenbei know what this great change in the world signifies?"

Lin Chen raised an eyebrow: "I'd like to hear the details."