Super War God in the City

Wushen Peak, the Great Hall of Deliberations.

Lan Xingyuan was in high spirits as orders were swiftly issued, assigning various tasks within the sect. In less than half a day, he had unified the once-chaotic Witchcraft Sect under his control.

At this moment, Lan Zihan, Elder Wulei, Duan Wuqing the Protector, and other key figures from various peaks were all present.

The peaks of the Wushen Lineage, having swept away their previous gloom and suppression, were now joyous and celebratory, adorned with lights and decorations to celebrate the unification of the Witchcraft Sect.

As for the rebel peaks, they were all detained and executed. This action alone cleansed nearly a thousand people.

This demonstrated Lan Xingyuan's resolve; however, it was his ruthless and decisive actions that had truly begun to instill a real sense of awe for him within the entire Witchcraft Sect.

"Young Master Ling, now that the Witchcraft Sect is unified and the remnants are purged, this matter temporarily comes to an end. What plans do you have next? If you need my help, feel free to ask!" Lan Xingyuan once again stated his respect.

In the great hall, the gazes that fell on Ling Fan were full of respect and reverence.

Just then, a Messenger Disciple's voice reporting from outside rang in.

"Sect Hierarch, a disciple from Shaolin Reception Hall has come to seek an audience!" The voice of the Messenger Disciple came loud and clear from outside the door.

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall exchanged looks, even Lan Xingyuan appeared utterly astonished and at a loss.

"A visit from a Shaolin disciple?" Lan Xingyuan's mind struggled to grasp the situation.

Sitting beside him, Lan Zihan, amidst her shock, suddenly regained her senses, pondering if it could be related to her last stealth mission into Lost Valley.

At this thought, her gaze inadvertently shifted to Ling Fan; after all, he had killed people from three of the major sects during the mission to rescue her, and one had managed to flee.

It was likely that the Eight Major Sects were already informed of the happenings and rumors, and this visit from Shaolin was probably not good news!

Ling Fan too was inwardly cursing, guessing it might largely be related to his slaying of people from several sects; perhaps Shaolin was here to accuse him!

"Sect Hierarch, for decades, the Eight Major Sects have been like fire and water with us. Why would they suddenly come to visit our Witchcraft Sect?" regained her composure, Elder Wulei immediately furrowed her brows and said.

She was still unaware of Lan Zihan's previous secret infiltration into Lost Valley, the chase from the Eight Major Sects, and the subsequent events involving Ling Fan.

However, Lan Xingyuan, after a momentary startle, seemed to grasp some clue about Shaolin's intentions, knowing about the issues Ling Fan faced with his beloved daughter and the Eight Major Sects.

"There's no use visiting without reason; I fear they're not here for anything pleasant!" Wei Xuewen, who stood by the side, sneered coldly.

In his mind, it was mostly about his daughter and Ling Fan, likely coming to accuse them!

"Let him in; I would like to see what Shaolin has to say!" Lan Xingyuan immediately ordered.

The Messenger Disciple obeyed the order, rushing off to invite the visitor.

Shortly after, a white-robed monk with six scarifications on his forehead entered the grand hall with composure.

Upon seeing him, Wei Xuewen and others couldn't help their hostile gazes and faces full of anger, with murderous intensity in their eyes.

The monk who entered the grand hall, oblivious to their stares, immediately put his palms together and gave a slight bow to Lan Xingyuan who sat at the head.

"Shaolin disciple pays a visit, may I know your important business!" Lan Xingyuan spoke indifferently, his tone neither warm nor severe.

"Amitabha, I am here by the order of the Shaolin Abbot to extend an invitation. Please attend the Divine Consecration Convention one month from today," the Shaolin disciple spoke unwaveringly, then took out an invitation from his robe.

Upon hearing this, everyone in the grand hall looked at each other once again, their minds struggling to catch up.

"Shaolin inviting our Witchcraft Sect to participate in the Enshrinement Conference? I must be hearing things!" Lan Xingyuan couldn't help but mutter doubtfully, suspecting his ears were deceiving him.

The Enshrinement Conference had always been an unprecedented grand meeting that only the Eight Major Sects were qualified to attend. Since when did the Witchcraft Sect have such treatment and qualifications? It was as if the sun had risen from the west.

"Amitabha, monks do not speak idly. This is an invitation personally written by the Abbot!" the Shaolin monk immediately handed over the golden invitation.

Immediately, Duan Wuqing stepped forward to take the item and presented it to Lan Xingyuan.

Lan Xingyuan took the item, his gaze briefly swept over it, his confusion deepened, not knowing what medicine Shaolin was actually selling in their gourd!

"Sect Master Lan, I have delivered the message. Do you have any message for me to convey?" the Shaolin disciple spoke.

Lan Xingyuan, holding the invitation in his hands, hesitated slightly. The other party hadn't even clearly stated why they were inviting the Witchcraft Sect to participate, always feeling the other party's intention was insidious and that this wasn't a good sign.

"Could it be, because of the issues caused by Zihan and Ling Fan, the Eight Major Sects intend to join forces and impose sanctions on our Witchcraft Sect at the Enshrinement Conference?" Lan Xingyuan muttered darkly to himself, his expression immediately turning sour.

According to his nature, he was not planning to attend this dangerous banquet.

Thus, he hesitated for a moment, still undecided in his heart, when suddenly, his gaze turned towards Ling Fan.

Suddenly, he saw Ling Fan nodding slightly towards him.

Seeing this, Lan Xingyuan immediately understood, took a deep breath silently, and said to the Shaolin disciple below, "Go back and tell the Abbot that my Witchcraft Sect will certainly attend on time!"

The Shaolin disciple hearing this, immediately placed his hands together, uttered a Buddhist chant, "This monk will return and report!"

Immediately, he left the grand hall under everyone's watchful eyes and descended the mountain.

"Sect Master, it will be no good meeting, we shouldn't go!" Watching the Shaolin disciple leave, Huang Yutang immediately stood up and objected.

"Sect Master, I also disagree. The Eight Major Sects have been incompatible with us for decades. This invitation to attend the Enshrinement Conference, coming out of the blue, definitely has no good intentions!" Gu Xingchao also stepped forward and clasped his fists.

"Sect Master, we must not take this matter lightly!" Yu Yongchang, who had been standing silently on the side, also spoke up.

Lan Xingyuan glanced at the people below him and said indifferently, "Everyone, do not worry too much. I have my own considerations regarding this matter. If we don't go, wouldn't it appear as though our Witchcraft Sect fears the Eight Major Sects?

Moreover, with Young Master Ling here, what is there to fear!"

Speaking of which, he immediately turned his gaze to Ling Fan, "Young Master Ling, what are your arrangements for this matter?"

Just now, he initially didn't want to agree, but having seen Ling Fan's attitude, he changed his mind.

Ling Fan, seeing Lan Xingyuan looking over, said indifferently, "I originally came here aiming for the Eight Major Sects. I can represent the Witchcraft Sect at the Enshrinement Conference!"

Since such an opportunity was nearly at hand, Ling Fan would not easily miss it—quite the contrary, he was eager for it!

The people present hearing this were immediately reassured. With Ling Fan's capabilities, representing the Witchcraft Sect at the Enshrinement Conference was indeed not a problem.

Now that the Sect Master had even stepped into the God Realm, perhaps there really was a chance to make a name at this Enshrinement Conference!

"If it's a blessing, it's not a disaster; if it's a disaster, it can't be avoided. Since the Eight Major Sects have extended an invitation, why not accept it and see what happens!" Having figured out the crux, Lan Xingyuan no longer hesitated and quickly spoke up.

It wasn't that he had confidence in the Witchcraft Sect, but rather he had confidence in Ling Fan. As long as Ling Fan could represent the Witchcraft Sect, he feared nothing!

The people in the hall, after a moment of reflection, bowed and accepted the command, "We will carefully abide by the arrangements of the Sect Master and Young Master Ling!"